Chapter 5

He had been misunderstood again and again...

"Hmph."

Kasumigaoka Utaha snorted heavily, her expression softening a lot.

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 stalked her and fantasized 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 it could also intimidate 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 again.

The facts were not like this.

And it was not what Kasumigaoka Utaha thought.

Seeing her argue with Eriri and getting on this bus were purely two coincidences.

Dazed, silly, mouth open, drooling, fantasizing, in heat?

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

Anyone would be like that.

Kitakami Yoru wanted to explain, but it was a fact that he stared at Kasumigaoka Utaha intently.

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

What else could he do in a hurry?

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

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

The misunderstanding was thus planted.

Unless one day, Kasumigaoka Utaha could be honest with Kitakami Yoru, the misunderstanding could not be resolved.

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

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

He would become a laughingstock in others' mouths.

But on second thought, it seemed his situation at 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 tourist buses drove one after another on the coastal highway.

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

As the tourist bus turned into a fork in the road, there were no other cars on the entire wide road.

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's a bit strange to say so.

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

As Kitakami Yoru was thinking, he surprisingly found that the treasure chest on Kasumigaoka Utaha's head had appeared again.

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

Perhaps, when the progress bar below the treasure chest is full, he can open it?

What would be inside the treasure chest?

"We're at the beach, 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's your name?"

"Ki... Kitakami Yoru..."

Kitakami Yoru answered with some fear.

In front of him was the beauty teacher rumored to 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 explained, trembling a little.

"Then what were you looking at? Why didn't you explain clearly just now?" Hiratsuka Shizuka was stunned, and looked 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.

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

However, paired with that dead fat otaku look and temperament, it was naturally annoying.

It had no persuasiveness at all; on the contrary, people would think he was incorrigible!

"Oh?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka did hear the sincerity in Kitakami Yoru's words.

Because she understood 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 a very deep psychological shadow.

To protect herself, she started learning various fierce fighting techniques, and would constantly observe boys, deliberately learning boys' behavior.

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

Her carefree personality, love for hot-blooded shonen manga, and hobbies of smoking and drinking were all learned from 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 understood men very well, and understood boys of this age even better, so she could figure out 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 tent he had 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 looked very abrupt, isolated and excluded on the outside.

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

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

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

Come to think of it, this private beach is really beautiful...

Kitakami Yoru thought on second thought.

Clear blue sea water, soft white sandy beach, rows of huge coconut trees planted along the hundreds-of-meters-long coastline for shade.

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

It could be used for cooking, barbecue, showering, as a restaurant...

Spring trip is for playing, right.

This is only the first day.

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

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

He wouldn't go out for a moment, except for the restroom and shower.

Food and water, he brought several days' worth, enough.