Chapter 432

Ebina Hina did not cooperate at all, keeping her legs pressed together.

"Nonsense, they're clearly just as good-looking!"

"You judge people by their appearance!"

Miura Yumiko might be a bit foolish, but it is impossible for her emotional intelligence to be zero.

During their conversation, it was already their turn.

"Sit properly, hold onto the handle with both hands, nothing will go wrong."

"Put on your helmet and fasten the strap."

The staff member gave a wordless instruction to Kitakami Yoru and Miura Yumiko, who were both filled with fear and resistance, and handed each of them a safety helmet.

"Thank you."

Responding politely and in unison, Miura Yumiko and Kitakami Yoru were both momentarily stunned.

"It's still not too late for you to back out."

Kitakami Yoru put on his helmet and forced his tone to sound calm as he spoke.

"You'd better worry about yourself."

Miura Yumiko did not look back; she raised her hands behind her back, tossed her blonde hair, and let it whip across Kitakami Yoru's face.

She did not notice it at all; it likely wasn't intentional.

After fastening her helmet, she leaned forward to take a look ahead.

"Ugh!"

Her legs began to tremble slightly, her heart instantly leaped into her throat, and she was terrified.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Hearing Kitakami Yoru's heavy breathing beside his ear, Miura Yumiko followed suit.

Compared to Miura Yumiko, Kitakami Yoru was having a much harder time.

Why?

Because Miura Yumiko was merely afraid of heights and needed to overcome the mental torture.

He was suffering both mentally and physically; his throat was constantly itching, secreting large amounts of saliva, and he felt like retching and vomiting...

"Remember to hold the handle firmly," the staff member reminded them one last time.

The sliding boat they were riding had a partition in the middle, which could prevent physical contact.

Miura Yumiko was in front, Kitakami Yoru was behind, and both of them were in an incredibly poor state.

"Ugh... ugh..."

Just as they were about to slide down, Kitakami Yoru closed his eyes and gripped the handle for dear life.

Ebina Hina, who was worried, curled her lips in resignation and jogged down to prepare to meet them.

The staff member then released the brake; the sliding boat moved slowly along the grass track, and upon reaching the steep section, it accelerated sharply.

The strong wind hit Miura Yumiko's face head-on, her blonde hair flying and drifting toward Kitakami Yoru.

"Ah!"

Terrified, she finally couldn't help but let out a scream.

Kitakami Yoru kept his mouth tightly shut; if he opened it, he would retch and want to vomit...

The slide was very fast.

About ten seconds or so.

Then it entered the buffer phase.

There were staff members on duty below.

Feeling the sliding boat gradually come to a stop, Kitakami Yoru dared to open his eyes; his vision spun, and his face was pale.

"Ah... ha... ha..."

Immediately after, Miura Yumiko opened her beautiful eyes, which widened instantly, and she gasped in surprise.

"It's okay, get up slowly."

The staff member thoughtfully handed over two dust-covered vomit bags.

Kitakami Yoru reached out and took them quickly, unable to even gesture his thanks.

Opening his mouth would be the death of him.

"Yumiko, I'll help you."

Ebina Hina, who had arrived late, ran over, sighed at the sight of their complexions, and helped Miura Yumiko up first.

"Mm."

Miura Yumiko was trembling all over; she stood up shakily and stepped out of the sliding boat.

There were seven tracks in total, and the staff member did not rush them, taking the initiative to help Kitakami Yoru.

With his stomach churning and his head spinning, the moment Kitakami Yoru stepped out of the sliding boat, he stumbled and couldn't stand steady.

After a while, he exhaled a breath of stale air and suddenly began to retch.

"Cough, cough... cough, cough..."

Accompanied by a fit of violent coughing, his eyes turned bloodshot and red from the strain.

He bent over, placed his hands on his knees, and kept trying to steady his breathing.

He couldn't care about his pride or face anymore...

"It's too miserable; next time, I will absolutely... absolutely not play similar games."

Having been a disgusting fat otaku since childhood, Kitakami Yoru didn't know his body would have such a strong reaction to these kinds of rides.

He hadn't played them as a child, but now he knew.

"Kitakami-kun, are you okay? Would you like some water?"

"I'll go buy some."

Ebina Hina switched over, supporting Kitakami Yoru's shoulder with one hand while gently patting his back with the other.

Relieving Kitakami Yoru's discomfort.

"Ptoo."

Spitting out a mouthful of saliva, Kitakami Yoru looked up and took a deep breath, fresh air flooding into his lungs.

It brought a hint of sweetness.

The air felt sweet.

"Thanks, I'm okay now."

Kitakami Yoru barely recovered and turned to look at Miura Yumiko.

She happened to be looking at him too.

They exchanged a glance and, with great tacit understanding, said nothing.

"You two, what am I supposed to say about you?"

"You guys rest, I'll go buy some drinks."

Ebina Hina gave a final instruction, looked at Miura Yumiko one last time, and hurried away.

"Miura-san, are you feeling unwell?"

After the girl left, Kitakami Yoru straightened his body, moved to the side, and said to Miura Yumiko.

"A little better than you, I suppose."

Miura Yumiko rolled her eyes, having no desire to argue with Kitakami Yoru.

"You're just as annoying as Kasumigaoka Utaha."

Kitakami Yoru continued.

"Kasumigaoka Utaha, why are you bringing her up?"

Miura Yumiko was slightly startled and turned to look in the direction Ebina Hina had left.

"Someone said that after you lost weight, you secretly chased after Kasumigaoka Utaha, and that you're actually the real culprit—is that true or false?"

"Pfft..."

Hearing this, Kitakami Yoru burst out laughing.

After humming for a moment, he spoke slowly: "Don't you want to know the relationship between Ebina-san and me?"

"How about I tell you?"

67: Three sentences to make Kitakami Yoru take me home