Chapter 71

6:17!

She had slept for an hour and had long since left Minato Ward!

"He's still waiting for me at school!"

Eriri immediately thought of Kitakami Yoru, grabbed the umbrella, and annoyedly wanted to ask the driver to turn around.

But...

"Although it's still raining outside, it's already a drizzle..."

Eriri's pale little hand gripping the umbrella loosened.

"With such light rain, it should be fine, right?"

"And..."

The figure of a fat nerd appeared in Eriri's mind again, making her back feel cold.

She wanted to stay far away from Kitakami Yoru; she was afraid, she didn't want to interact with Kitakami Yoru.

If it were someone else, she probably would have turned back.

"At worst, I'll just give him a bit more money; it should be fine, right?"

Eriri convinced herself.

The deepest thought in her heart was because Kitakami Yoru was a disgusting fat nerd; she didn't want to get close, she was afraid, so she didn't want to turn back.

Meanwhile.

Kitakami Yoru hadn't left Shuchiin yet.

The storm was too heavy; he couldn't leave, and after walking a short distance, he felt he was having trouble breathing and lacked oxygen.

It was also cold, very cold, cold to the bone.

The sky had also completely darkened, and he couldn't see the road.

At this moment, he was hiding in a restroom near the school gate.

He didn't care about the filth, huddled in the corner, his fat body curled into a ball, holding himself, shivering non-stop...

It wasn't until after nine o'clock at night that the storm gradually subsided and turned lighter...

Groping in the dark, Kitakami Yoru, whose whole body was only hot on the top of his head, fell a few times and rushed home in the light rain.

Seeing that her owner hadn't returned, San-san had been waiting at the door.

When Kitakami Yoru came in, she was so scared she ran away.

Returning home, Kitakami Yoru rushed straight into the shower room, threw off his clothes, and wiped his face with a towel.

His exposed skin, especially his palms and arms, was white, wrinkled, and peeling from being soaked in rainwater.

"Sawamura... Spencer... Eriri..."

Kitakami Yoru gritted his teeth and squeezed Eriri's name out of his throat; he was going crazy!

"Achoo-- achoo-- achoo--"

Suddenly, he sneezed a series of times, his teeth chattering non-stop, and he stood up, leaning against the wall.

A while later.

Kitakami Yoru huddled in the small bathtub; the warm water made him feel a bit better.

But he hadn't recovered from his previous state.

Cold, helpless, fearful, desperate, breathing difficulties...

It was all caused by Eriri!

Without realizing it, Kitakami Yoru clenched his fists; he was going to find Eriri tomorrow!

Night.

Huddled in his quilt, Kitakami Yoru was irritated by the sound of rain outside the window.

He took some cold medicine, but the effect didn't seem to be great.

His body was still very uncomfortable, not just from the cold and fever.

It also carried the lingering pain of being ravaged by the storm, huddling in the corner of a dirty restroom for two hours, the difficulty of breathing while walking in the storm, and the despair of being in total darkness!

Late at night.

Kitakami Yoru, whose body couldn't take it anymore, fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, he was woken up by Gabril.

Gabril hadn't slept well either, but she only had dark circles under her eyes.

Kitakami Yoru ate some breakfast and went to school with Gabril.

He was going to find Eriri!

Find this mixed-race white-skinned girl who was noble, arrogant, and liked to roll her eyes and look down on him.

"You don't seem to be doing very well, do you?"

Gabril looked at Kitakami Yoru with concern.

"Cough, cough... cough, cough... I'm fine."

Kitakami Yoru's fists were clenched tight, the scenery in front of him constantly receding.

Arriving at the station, getting off the bus.

Along the way, Kitakami Yoru walked very fast, leaving Gabril behind.

"What's wrong with Kitakami-san?"

Passing the bookstore, Aoyama Nanami asked Gabril curiously.

"He has a fever, don't mind it."

Gabril replied.

Kitakami Yoru first went to the Service Club, got his bag, and dragged his sick body straight to the teaching building.

But when Kitakami Yoru went over filled with anger, Eriri hadn't arrived yet!

He had no choice but to wait until the morning reading session started and went out to check again.

Today was Friday; Eriri hadn't come, so she probably wouldn't come today?

"Is she afraid to come?"

Kitakami Yoru's anger had nowhere to vent, and he was almost losing his mind!

He wasn't in a good state all day.

His body was uncomfortable, and he didn't go to the Service Club.

After returning home, he drank some cold medicine and lay back in bed.

Night.

Aoyama Nanami brought over a bowl of herbal medicine.

"Kitakami-san, drink this; I learned it from my grandmother, it's very useful for colds."

Aoyama Nanami stood at the door, looking at the weak Kitakami Yoru with concern.

"Uh?"

Kitakami Yoru nodded slowly, and after taking it, he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Aoyama-san, your boyfriend asked me to stay away from you; did you have a misunderstanding?"

After speaking, Kitakami Yoru looked at the black herbal medicine in the bowl and gritted his teeth as he took a sip.

"Me?"

"My boyfriend?"

Aoyama Nanami blinked her beautiful eyes, her face full of surprise.

Remarks on the launch.

Alright, here are 10,000 words of free chapters before the launch; over 140,000 words for free, that's sincere enough, right?

Asking for a first subscription.

Laughing, actually I wanted to cut the chapters at the launch from the beginning, putting the treasure chest opening and revenge in the first chapter after the launch.

Then, I've been staying up late watching games recently, and my schedule is flipped.

Updates after the launch will be in the evening, as much as possible in the evening, not late at night.

There will be more updates after the launch; the better the results, the more updates, but I guess it'll be about that; the upper limit is visible at a glance.

Don't tip, except for golden treasure chests; if you want, throw blades, I'll write more and get a little more.

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