Chapter 4

He had been misunderstood again and again...

"Hmph."

Kasumigaoka Utaha let out a heavy snort, her eyes softening a little.

Her goal had been achieved.

It was to make Kitakami Yoru die socially, give the other party a harsh lesson as punishment, and protect herself at the same time.

Because Kitakami Yoru was stalking her and fantasizing about her, Kasumigaoka Utaha thought heaven knows if Kitakami Yoru would do something even bolder.

To say she wasn't afraid would be a lie.

Only in this way would Kitakami Yoru have a memory, restrain himself, and deter other disgusting boys with bad intentions.

Kasumigaoka Utaha really had no sense of security in her fragile heart.

Kitakami Yoru opened his mouth, then closed it tightly.

The facts were not like that.

And it was different from what Kasumigaoka Utaha thought.

Seeing her and Eriri arguing, and getting on this bus, were purely two coincidences.

Dull and silly, mouth open, drooling, fantasizing, and in heat?

It was purely because he saw the treasure chest on her head, Kitakami Yoru was too shocked, and therefore distracted.

Anyone would be like that if it were them.

Kitakami Yoru wanted to defend himself, but it was a fact that he was staring intently at Kasumigaoka Utaha.

The treasure chest thing definitely couldn't be said out loud; no one would believe it, and a lame excuse would make things even worse.

What could he do in a hurry?

He was already afraid of girls, and he wasn't good at communicating, not having said a normal sentence in years.

Facing a girl like Kasumigaoka Utaha, a high-mountain flower, whom he would feel inferior and afraid of just by looking at, his brain almost crashed.

The misunderstanding was buried just like that.

Unless one day, Kasumigaoka Utaha could be honest with Kitakami Yoru, the misunderstanding could be resolved.

"Alright, everyone be quiet, stop talking, we're almost there!" Hiratsuka Shizuka shouted loudly, letting the discussion in the bus subside.

Kitakami Yoru remained silent, knowing that his life in school from now on was completely ruined.

He would become a laughingstock in others' mouths.

But on second thought, it seemed his situation in school was already as bad as it could get.

If he were a handsome guy, could he talk his way out of it with a few lies?

Two tour buses drove one after another on the coastal highway.

The azure sky, the deep blue sea, the soaring seagulls.

As the tour bus turned into a fork in the road, the entire wide road had no other cars.

At the end of the road was a top-tier private beach.

"The treasure chest disappeared again, is this my hallucination?"

Not long after, Kitakami Yoru threw his low mood to the back of his mind.

Although it was strange to say so.

Dying socially on the spot, being misunderstood many times, his resistance had become a little stronger, which was normal, right?

As Kitakami Yoru thought, he was surprisingly surprised to find that the treasure chest on Kasumigaoka Utaha's head appeared again.

He suddenly realized that the treasure chest seemed to be controllable by his own thoughts, choosing to hide or appear, and it was exclusive to him.

Perhaps, when the progress bar below the treasure chest was full, he could open it?

What would be in the treasure chest?

"The beach is ahead, everyone get ready to go down." Hiratsuka Shizuka's voice suddenly interrupted Kitakami Yoru's thoughts.

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5: Eriri Who Looks at People with Her Nostrils

After the people on the bus were gone, Kitakami Yoru carried his luggage bag and left quickly.

When getting off the bus.

Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was guarding the door, stopped him and asked: "What is your name?"

"Ki... Kitakami Yoru..."

Kitakami Yoru answered a bit fearfully.

In front of him was the legendary beauty teacher who would use violence against students!

Hiratsuka Shizuka nodded, skillfully took a pack of Seven Stars cigarettes from her white coat, and lit one.

"..."

Kitakami Yoru's heart skipped a beat.

"Don't do this next time, staring at a girl's thighs non-stop." Hiratsuka Shizuka exhaled smoke and said faintly.

"I... I did look at her, but I wasn't staring at her thighs in heat..." Kitakami Yoru gritted his teeth and defended himself tremblingly.

"Then what were you looking at? Why didn't you explain clearly just now?" Hiratsuka Shizuka was stunned, looking at Kitakami Yoru in a deep voice.

Kitakami Yoru opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Alright, no next time, go down." Hiratsuka Shizuka shook her head and said.

Kitakami Yoru nodded lightly, walked quickly to the bus door, but couldn't help turning back to look at Hiratsuka Shizuka, saying very sincerely: "I really wasn't staring at Kasumigaoka Utaha's thighs in heat."

However, coupled with that loser otaku's appearance and temperament, he was naturally annoying.

There was no persuasiveness at all, on the contrary, he would be thought of as incorrigible!

"Oh?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka heard the sincerity in Kitakami Yoru's words.

Because she knew men very well.

When Hiratsuka Shizuka was in middle school, she was once stalked by a middle-aged man and almost suffered a tragedy, leaving an extremely deep psychological shadow.

To protect herself, she began to learn various fierce fighting techniques, and would observe boys at all times, deliberately learning boys' behavior.

Ridiculously thinking that as long as she was like a boy, she wouldn't be hurt.

Her carefree personality, watching hot-blooded shonen manga, and hobbies of smoking and drinking were all learned at that time.

It wasn't until she started working that Hiratsuka Shizuka's "androphobia" got better.

It was precisely because of this experience that Hiratsuka Shizuka knew men very well, and knew boys of this age even better, so she could fathom the other party's psychology.

Of course, because of this, she had never been able to find a suitable partner, and had been single since birth, never even holding hands with a boy.

Kitakami Yoru went to move the extra set of tents he brought, braving the scorching sun, and dragged it to the edge of the boys' campsite.

Other boys' tents were pitched together, forming a circle.

Kitakami Yoru appeared very abrupt, isolated and squeezed out on the outside.

Fortunately, pitching a tent wasn't difficult, and if he pitched it slowly, half an hour was enough.

During this period, Kitakami Yoru already knew that his social death deeds had spread.

As long as it wasn't embellished, this was Kitakami Yoru's last plea.

Speaking of which, this private beach was really beautiful...

Kitakami Yoru thought on second thought.

Clear blue sea, soft white sand beach, rows of huge coconut trees planted along the coastline stretching for hundreds of meters to provide shade.

Not far away, there was a large bungalow, which was the facility of this private beach.

You could cook, barbecue, shower, use it as a restaurant...

A spring trip is for playing, right?

This was only the first day.

Later there would be sunset beachcombing, sea fishing, near-shore diving, hiking in the nearby forest...

However, Kitakami Yoru only planned to stay in his tent.

Not going out for a moment, except for going to the bathroom and showering.

He brought enough food and water for several days himself, which was enough. ===== CHAPTER 6 =====