Chapter 70

"Achoo-- achoo-- achoo--"

Eriri suddenly sneezed several times in a row, leaning against the back seat of the taxi, closing her eyes in great discomfort.

Her forehead was very hot, but her body was very cold, unable to feel a hint of warmth.

The taxi driver turned up the air conditioning and drove out with the hazard lights and fog lights on.

Eriri, whose little head was frozen stiff, seemed to have forgotten an important thing, or rather, she had been completely frozen stupid.

On the other side.

Kitakami Yoru squatted in the corner where Eriri had been, putting his hands into his school uniform to keep warm.

"So cold, why hasn't Sawamura-san come back yet..."

"It's almost dark..."

Kitakami Yoru found that it was the first time his thick fat hadn't worked.

He took out his phone, which had no signal, and checked the time; it was just past five o'clock.

But the sky had darkened like seven in the evening, and visibility was getting lower and lower.

After waiting another ten minutes, Kitakami Yoru felt Eriri should be back by now.

Waiting expectantly while being freezing cold, he started doing warm-up exercises.

"Hoo~"

"If the culprit isn't Eriri, then who else could it be?"

"I previously guessed that the one with the golden treasure chest on her head was a bad woman, so I thought Eriri was the culprit."

"But Kato-san and the completely unfamiliar Hayasaka-san also have them, so this deduction is canceled."

"Hoo~ so conflicted!"

Kitakami Yoru muttered to himself to pass the time, while doing mountain climbers on the ground to warm himself up.

The sky darkened bit by bit.

The storm showed no signs of subsiding...

Ten minutes later, Kitakami Yoru couldn't sit still.

He stood up from the ground, gazing in the direction Eriri had left, his expression slowly becoming solemn.

"Did something happen to her?"

"Or did she play me for a fool!"

Once this thought appeared in his heart, Kitakami Yoru became increasingly suspicious.

Eriri had been gone for a full twenty minutes and hadn't returned.

Usually, if you walk a bit faster, you can get to the station in about ten minutes.

"She played me?!"

Kitakami Yoru took a step forward; the wind blew the rain in, and a chill hit him directly.

His fat body trembled non-stop from the cold, and he subconsciously took a step back.

"Why hasn't she come back yet?"

Kitakami Yoru estimated that if it got any later, the sky would be completely dark.

He kept hoping in his heart that Eriri had already returned and would appear in the next second.

Holding this thought, Kitakami Yoru waited for a few more minutes, his face looking terrible.

Was I played by Eriri?

Kitakami Yoru struggled in his heart for a while, knowing he couldn't wait any longer.

With the heavy storm, visibility had already been greatly affected.

If it got any later, it would be completely dark.

He couldn't go home in the dark, could he?

"Damn it!"

Thinking of Eriri, who looked down her nose at him, Kitakami Yoru cursed and tentatively reached his hand out.

Raindrops hit his palm, and he even felt pain.

If he rushed out into the rain, he would be soaked through in less than ten seconds.

But he couldn't wait any longer.

Kitakami Yoru, gnashing his teeth at Eriri, hurriedly went upstairs with his bag.

Arriving in front of the Service Club.

He put his bag down at the door, put his phone inside, held a stack of money in his hand, and left the bag there.

"I don't know if the station has suspended service..."

Kitakami Yoru accelerated his pace, walking back and forth in the club building, looking for items that could shelter him from the rain, while being furious at Eriri's lack of integrity.

Making him have to brave the storm and rush home in the dark!

A few minutes later.

Kitakami Yoru found a piece of discarded cardboard, held it over his head with both hands, and rushed out, gritting his teeth.

The ideal was beautiful, but the reality was very harsh.

He had thought it would be of some use.

63: Nothing left.

The cardboard didn't even last ten seconds.

Once the storm hit and the wind blew, it became soggy.

Besides hindering Kitakami Yoru's progress, it was of no use and couldn't block the storm at all.

In a few seconds, Kitakami Yoru felt he was soaked through.

The cold raindrops were like steel needles, constantly pricking his body.

It hurt from the cold, and he was shivering non-stop.

But the difficulties didn't end there.

That was the air.

In the storm, oxygen was thin; Kitakami Yoru hadn't taken a few steps before he felt he was having trouble breathing and couldn't catch his breath.

What was even worse was the storm crashing down crazily.

Countless rainwater slid down from the top of his head, pouring into Kitakami Yoru's eyes and nose, which was very uncomfortable; he couldn't open his eyes at all.

He could only stare at the feeling of rain in his eyes, squinting into a slit.

His nose was also particularly uncomfortable, unable to breathe, so he could only open his mouth to assist breathing.

But once he opened his mouth, the rain drifted into his mouth, and he would choke on a mouthful of water!

The sky had also darkened...

Kitakami Yoru had never felt so uncomfortable; even breathing freely was a luxury.

A double torture of body and spirit.

Suddenly, his foot slipped, and he fell again onto the hard ground full of cold rainwater.

He didn't know if it was rain or tears, desperately sliding down his cheeks...

Eriri woke up slowly in the taxi.

"Achoo-"

She sneezed, subconsciously hugging her arms, her brain a bit dazed.

Was she in a taxi?

Umbrella?

Eriri suddenly remembered Kitakami Yoru's umbrella and widened her eyes.

"Oh no, I forgot!"

Eriri exclaimed again.

"Hello, we're about to reach the destination."

The taxi driver made a turn.

Hearing this, Eriri hurriedly moved her little butt to the window, and an incredibly familiar street appeared in her line of sight.

She was right near home!

Eriri, feeling a bit flustered, hurriedly took out her phone.