Chapter 60

“He finally came.”

Miura Yumiko stared at Kitakami Yoru the moment he entered the classroom.

Seeing Kitakami Yoru put down his school bag and take out his phone to scroll through news as usual, Miura Yumiko felt a bit unhappy.

She had already warned him.

Stay away from Yuigahama Yui?

Is he completely ignoring her words?

It couldn't be that Yuigahama Yui was actively approaching Kitakami Yoru, right?

Thinking with her toes, Miura Yumiko knew.

One was her good sister who was not good with words, kept things to herself, and was easily bullied, and the other was a notorious dead-otaku.

“Wha... what’s wrong?”

Kitakami Yoru realized only after the fact that Miura Yumiko had been sizing him up.

Turning his head, they met each other’s gaze.

Today, Miura Yumiko wore light makeup, her lip gloss was a reddish tint, and her eyebrows were drawn very sharply, making her look even more like a strong queen.

Miura Yumiko didn't answer, just gave Kitakami Yoru a fierce glare, her beautiful eyes revealing the meaning of “don't you leave after school.”

Kitakami Yoru felt a chill down his back, inexplicably feeling that something was wrong, and his heart pounded.

“Dadada~”

Miura Yumiko turned her head, picked up her phone, and sent a message to Ebina Hina.

Telling Ebina Hina to remember to pull Yuigahama Yui away after school, because today was Yuigahama Yui and Kitakami Yoru’s cleaning duty.

Kitakami Yoru, who was ignored and confused, took a deep breath and started scrolling through the news again.

The World Cup was still a hot topic.

The internet was flooded with people hoping the African team would roll home.

White-flag African team.

There were also people lamenting the final battle between Modric and Messi.

Continuing to scroll through the news.

In the Tokyo district, news of a yakuza clash caught Kitakami Yoru’s eye.

After all, it happened right beside him.

The yakuza in Japan were actually not legal; they just relied on the law.

The famous Yamaguchi-gumi had its headquarters in Kobe, Kansai, not Tokyo, Kanto.

Tokyo was Sumiyoshi-kai’s territory.

The two gangs were like the relationship between the mustache man and the Jews; they were incompatible.

This time, the conflict was between two violent gangs affiliated with the Sumiyoshi-kai.

Generally speaking, it wouldn't affect ordinary people, so Kitakami Yoru just watched it as news.

At noon, he chatted with Kato Megumi as usual.

But they changed to a different place; the weather was really strange.

It turned overcast again after a while.

Until school ended in the afternoon, Miura Yumiko hadn't made any moves, causing Kitakami Yoru to throw this matter to the back of his mind.

After school in the afternoon.

Four people were on cleaning duty, namely Kitakami Yoru and his three front-desk neighbors.

Yuigahama Yui happened to be among them.

“Hina.”

As soon as school ended, Miura Yumiko found Ebina Hina.

Hayama Hayato and the other boys went to the club first.

Kitakami Yoru didn't know yet that he was in big trouble.

Of course, it could also be that fortune and misfortune depend on each other.

The four people cleaned the classroom, and the school building gradually emptied out.

The cleaning work was also coming to an end.

Ebina Hina came in from the back door and took Yuigahama Yui away first.

Kitakami Yoru and the other two boys tidied up the chairs and left the classroom, heading to the Service Club.

Downstairs.

Miura Yumiko had already changed out of her indoor shoes, stepping on brown ladies' loafers, arms crossed, looking a bit bored.

A while later, Kitakami Yoru came out, changed his shoes, closed the shoe cabinet door that had been written on with a marker with a bunch of insults about him, and walked out.

“Hey, Kitakami Yoru, wait a moment.”

Miura Yumiko had been waiting for a long time and called out to Kitakami Yoru directly.

“Clunk~”

Kitakami Yoru’s heart clunked; he instinctively felt bad and turned his head stiffly.

He saw the beautiful Miura Yumiko, slightly narrowing her slender eyebrows, stepping with long, full, beautiful legs, walking toward him.

It had to be said that Miura Yumiko was among the taller ones among the girls.

“Is... is there something?”

Kitakami Yoru was a bit nervous.

It seemed the only place he offended Miura Yumiko was that swimming class, right?

“You come with me, I have something to ask you.”

The arrogant blonde gyaru ordered a dead-otaku to follow her with an unrefusable tone, her expression carrying some threats.

This script seemed to be unfolding incorrectly.

Shouldn't it be reversed?

Kitakami Yoru swallowed in fear, gritted his teeth, and followed Miura Yumiko tentatively.

Full of nervousness and questions, he stared at her graceful back, dazzling blonde hair, and long beautiful legs wearing black mid-calf socks.

The fair, beautiful legs were walking right in front of Kitakami Yoru.

“Where are you taking me?”

It had been a while since school ended; Shuchiin was naturally large, and there were few people.

At this time, there were even fewer people.

Miura Yumiko was even taking him to a remote place.

They had already arrived behind the school building; there were many flower clusters and large trees planted here, the environment was secluded, and there was an abandoned pond.

Someone had fallen into the water here before.

She wouldn't be trying to prank him, would she?

Kitakami Yoru suspected in his heart.

“Keep up, why are you staying so far away?”

Miura Yumiko turned back and didn't give Kitakami Yoru a pleasant look.

“Ah, yes.”

Kitakami Yoru was startled, quickened his speed, and came behind Miura Yumiko.

Miura Yumiko seemed to want to go a bit further inside and stepped out with her long legs again.

However, her attention was entirely on Kitakami Yoru at this time, and she didn't pay attention to her feet.

The floor was paved with stones; she didn't notice and tripped.

Miura Yumiko fell face-first toward the ground; she was panicked and didn't react in time, barely supporting herself with her elbows.

She knelt down with her back to Kitakami Yoru in a very ridiculous posture.

Shuchiin’s school uniform was a skirt, and this fall...

Kitakami Yoru, behind Miura Yumiko, was stunned on the spot, looking down from above at the impactful scene at his feet.

Miura Yumiko knelt on the ground with her elbows and knees, her skirt lifted and landed on her back.

Even a part of her snow-white jade back was exposed, not to mention other places.

Moreover, Kitakami Yoru was looking down from above.

“Pink...”