Chapter 69

Eriri stepped back half a step in disbelief, her small mouth wide open, and she even instinctively forgot the cold.

She had been rejected?

Rejected by a fat nerd.

Logically speaking, wouldn't a fat nerd be ecstatic and agree?

Something about getting in touch with her...

As a doujin artist, Eriri couldn't be more familiar with her customers.

"Sawamura-san, do you think I wouldn't be angry when you usually look at me arrogantly and call me a disgusting fat nerd?"

Seeing this situation, Kitakami Yoru wasn't in a hurry anymore; instead, he mocked Eriri.

Hearing this, Eriri wanted to be angry, but seeing Kitakami Yoru, she inexplicably remembered something and suppressed it.

"Heh."

Kitakami Yoru laughed with the smugness of a villain and walked away.

It didn't matter, being a villain or whatever...

His reputation now, in the eyes of many, was much worse than a villain's.

Life was also gray.

"Wait, I'll give you money, giving you money is fine, right?"

"Lend me your umbrella!"

Kitakami Yoru walked away, and at the critical moment, Eriri had a flash of inspiration, thought of a trump card, and grabbed this straw of life.

Surely, no one would dislike money, right?

"Money?"

Sure enough, Kitakami Yoru walked back.

Eriri was willing to give him money, so the situation was different.

After all, in his eyes, Eriri was just an arrogant girl who looked down on him, not someone like Kasumigaoka Utaha or Shinomiya Kaguya.

If it were the latter, Kitakami Yoru wouldn't help them no matter how much money they offered.

Kitakami Yoru returned downstairs and put away his umbrella.

"How about I give you 30,000? Help me once, okay?"

Looking at the massive Kitakami Yoru, Eriri recalled the scene from her nightmare and quietly took a step back.

She couldn't help but start to worry and feel afraid.

She was a delicate little loli, and Kitakami Yoru's build could crush her to death; she wouldn't even be able to struggle.

He, he wouldn't...

Eriri's mind went to the wrong place in fear.

"How about you roll your eyes at me and beg me arrogantly, and I'll give you a ride for free?"

Kitakami Yoru said with a wicked sense of humor.

Don't you like to roll your eyes and despise me?

"You... what kind of request is that!"

Eriri stomped her small feet in shame and anger.

"Forget it if you don't want to; don't you usually like to treat me like that?" Kitakami Yoru also wanted to earn some money.

"I'll give you 50,000 and apologize to you, how about that?"

Eriri struggled in her heart; how could she not know the thoughts of this disgusting fat nerd?

He was doing it on purpose!

"Okay."

Kitakami Yoru nodded hesitantly.

This was a completely unexpected joy.

50,000 yen was equivalent to one-fifth of a fresh graduate's after-tax income.

It was basically free money.

For a high school student, even from a good family, it was still a small sum of money.

"No... 80,000, but I have an additional small condition."

After her proposal was accepted, Eriri first felt lucky, then immediately added.

Because she didn't want to stand under the same umbrella as Kitakami Yoru, this disgusting fat nerd; their bodies would definitely touch.

Eriri was a little rich girl; she wasn't short of money at all!

"What is it?"

Kitakami Yoru looked strangely at Eriri, who wanted to give him more money.

"Lend me the umbrella first."

"I'll go out and buy an umbrella, then bring it back to you, okay?"

Eriri was shivering from the cold, her lips pale.

"Otherwise, your umbrella can't cover... both of us."

Kitakami Yoru nodded; he wasn't very worried that Eriri would renege on the 80,000 yen.

His build was too big; if he went out with the umbrella, he would definitely get himself wet.

He could let Eriri buy a raincoat and bring it back for him.

There were shops on the commercial street; it shouldn't take too long.

Then, Eriri reluctantly apologized, and the umbrella was in her hands.

She held it over her head and left in the wind and rain.

Watching Eriri's figure disappear into the rain, Kitakami Yoru also felt increasingly cold.

Of course.

If he knew that Eriri was still calling him a fat nerd in her heart and worrying that he would do something bad to her, he definitely wouldn't want to earn this money.

Maybe he wouldn't be able to control his emotions.

Ever since Miura Yumiko flipped Kitakami Yoru's rage switch, he had become different.

Eriri held Kitakami Yoru's umbrella with both hands, walking in the pouring rain.

The drainage design inside Shuchiin was quite good, so there wasn't much standing water on the road.

But the rain was too heavy; not long after walking, Eriri's feet and calves were completely soaked.

A gust of wind blew, and Eriri, who had been shivering non-stop, almost couldn't stand steady and was blown over!

"So cold--"

Eriri felt her brain was frozen stiff, a blank slate.

She was like a low-level power robot, moving step by step toward the outside of Shuchiin.

The storm hit Kitakami Yoru's umbrella head-on, the force making the top of the umbrella cave in, only to bounce back immediately.

The journey of just a few minutes took Eriri a full ten minutes to reach the gate of Shuchiin.

At this moment, she was sniffing crazily, with only one thought in her mind: she wanted to go home quickly and take a hot bath.

Braving the storm, Eriri moved slowly, unable to feel a hint of warmth in her whole body, her delicate lips blue and pale.

"Achoo!"

Eriri, whose health wasn't great to begin with, sneezed violently and almost collapsed from exhaustion.

At this time, a taxi returning from picking up passengers on the commercial street saw Eriri holding an umbrella in the rain.

Because Tokyo's transportation was relatively developed and convenient, taxi prices were quite expensive, usually only picking up some big-spending tourists.

Whenever it rained, many people couldn't use public transportation and didn't want to brave the rain, so business would pick up.

"Beep-beep--"

The driver stopped the car not far in front of Eriri, turning on the hazard lights, which were even a bit blurry in the storm.

"Student, there's air conditioning in the car, it's very warm." The driver greeted loudly.

Eriri had been frozen stupid, her reaction slow, her brain unable to turn.

A few seconds later, her brain barely accepted the information, prompting her to instinctively walk into the taxi.

The car was dry and comfortable, with the warmth of the air conditioning.

After Eriri got in and closed the door, she said an address in a trembling voice.

The driver didn't even hear it clearly the first time.