Chapter 51

Perhaps beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

"Ah... oh oh..."

Aoyama Nanami's mind was a bit messy, looking like she didn't want to communicate.

Seeing this, Kanda Sorata had no choice but to walk away with a frown.

Lunch break was almost over.

Kitakami Yoru and Kato Megumi left the rooftop.

The progress bar of the golden treasure chest had grown a bit more.

"At this rate, I can open the golden treasure chest in less than a month."

Kitakami Yoru walked behind Kato Megumi, muttering as he stared at the golden treasure chest on her head.

Having lunch together once, the progress bar could grow by about 2% to 3%.

Ten days would be 20%, 30%.

Going out to play together on the weekend, it could grow by 10% in one day!

Kitakami Yoru walked down the stairs in a great mood.

He and Kato Megumi had agreed to chat and have lunch together every noon.

Back to the classroom.

Kitakami Yoru finally suppressed the excitement in his heart.

"Hey." Miura Yumiko propped up her fair, beautiful legs and turned to face Kitakami Yoru.

"Wha... what's the matter?"

Kitakami Yoru was startled, turning his head with somewhat stiff movements.

There was a swimming class tomorrow.

Could it be that Miura Yumiko remembered that day when he accidentally glanced at her and was going to take revenge on him?

At school, plenty of people had no grudge against Kitakami Yoru, yet they would still look down on him and play pranks.

Stuffing trash into his shoe locker, doodling on his desk, and so on.

"You helped Yui that day, right?" Miura Yumiko sized up the fat otaku in front of her.

"Uh? I guess so," Kitakami Yoru was stunned for a moment before he realized.

"Don't you dare use that little thing to ask Yui for any reward, otherwise..."

As she spoke, Miura Yumiko narrowed her long, slender eyebrows, full of pressure; she was worthy of being the Flame Queen of the school.

Kitakami Yoru nodded, feeling that he had escaped a disaster.

After school in the afternoon.

Kitakami Yoru packed his things and headed to the Service Club, feeling nervous and expectant in his heart.

"The weather is gloomy again?"

Walking out of the classroom door, he sighed at the sky.

This wasn't good news for him.

Arriving at the Service Club, Kitakami Yoru happened to see Yukinoshita Yukino opening the door, so he greeted her.

"Yuigahama-san isn't coming today," Yukinoshita Yukino pulled the door open and said calmly.

"Yuigahama-san?"

Curiosity and confusion appeared in Kitakami Yoru's eyes.

"Being alone in a room with me, I hope the peeping tom-kun won't let his imagination run wild..."

Yukinoshita Yukino placed her school bag on the table.

"You're talking about that again."

"It was just an accident... besides..."

Kitakami Yoru muttered in a low voice, not showing any dissatisfaction.

After all, who made Yukinoshita Yukino his tutor?

48: Like Rolling Your Eyes?

After the door closed.

Without Yuigahama Yui, who usually livened up the atmosphere.

The Service Club was quite quiet.

"Sit opposite me," Yukinoshita Yukino said, glancing at Kitakami Yoru, who was about to sit at the edge of the table, while unzipping her school bag.

"Oh, okay."

Kitakami Yoru didn't quite understand, but he obediently moved his chair over.

He sat opposite Yukinoshita Yukino, feeling restrained, and sized up the ice beauty in front of him.

"Is it good to look at?"

Yukinoshita Yukino's tone was cold as she took out a small pile of notes from her school bag.

"Ah? It's good!"

Kitakami Yoru was slightly startled.

"Then please don't keep looking at me with that sizing-up gaze; it makes me troubled and uncomfortable," Yukinoshita Yukino looked up and met Kitakami Yoru's gaze.

"Sorry..."

Kitakami Yoru lowered his head again.

"Look at this," Yukinoshita Yukino took the things out of her school bag and pushed them forward.

These were the notes and study materials Yukinoshita Yukino had spent the night searching for yesterday.

Kitakami Yoru's grades were very poor, his foundation was weak, and the knowledge he had mastered was fragmented.

If you want to run fast, you have to learn to stand by the wall first.

"Your foundation is too poor right now; you need to start from the beginning," Yukinoshita Yukino explained.

Kitakami Yoru nodded and took one out from the pile of notes filled with study materials that Yukinoshita Yukino had handed him.

Flipping to a page at random, there wasn't the dense text he had imagined.

Instead, there was only a short paragraph; the page was very neat, the handwriting was clear, delicate, and beautiful.

It marked the page numbers of the textbook and the learning progress, as well as key points, without so many difficulties.

At a glance, it was simple and clear, very applicable.

Kitakami Yoru was slightly surprised and happy in his heart, and then picked up another one.

It was for a different subject, but it looked about the same.

During this time, Yukinoshita Yukino remained silent until Kitakami Yoru had browsed through them simply, and then she said: "These are all my previous notes; take them back and study them."

"And this, this is the goal I've set for you."

"If your total grades for this school year aren't in the top thirty, you'll be expelled, right?"

As she spoke, Yukinoshita Yukino picked up a red notebook, flipped to the last page, and a long plan was written on it.

"No problem, I will work hard," Kitakami Yoru nodded vigorously and said gratefully.

It seemed Yukinoshita Yukino had put her heart into it.

"Tell me... Yukinoshita-san, do I have a good chance?"

Then, Kitakami Yoru asked tentatively, waiting nervously for Yukinoshita Yukino's answer.

"If you can achieve the goal I've planned for you, as long as your IQ is normal and you work hard enough, it should be about right," Yukinoshita Yukino said without looking up.

"I will definitely work hard," Kitakami Yoru took a breath.

"Is that so? I think it would be good if you could achieve 50%," Yukinoshita Yukino immediately replied.

"Are you looking down on me?" Kitakami Yoru asked rhetorically.

"Let's see the results in a week; I certainly hope so," Yukinoshita Yukino stood up.

"I will."

"Don't talk big, peeping tom-kun, thief..."

"I didn't steal that!"

"When I was a child, because I was too cute, my shoes were stolen too; what do you think boys steal shoes for?"

"Yukinoshita-san, are you not listening to me?"