Chapter 71

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

She was rejected?

Rejected by a dead fatty.

Logically speaking, wouldn't a dead fatty be ecstatic and agree?

Something like being able to have contact with her...

As a doujin artist, Eriri could be said to understand her customers.

"Sawamura-san, do you think that because you usually look at me with your nostrils and call me a disgusting dead fatty, I won't be angry?"

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

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

"Heh."

Kitakami Yoru smiled a bit like a villain who had gotten his way and walked away.

It didn't matter, a villain or something...

His current reputation, in the eyes of many people, 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; at the critical moment, Eriri had a flash of inspiration and thought of her 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 his umbrella away.

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

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

She couldn't help but start to worry and fear.

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

He, he wouldn't...

Eriri thought crookedly in fear again.

"How about you roll your eyes at me, look at me with your nostrils, and beg me, 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 at me and despise me?

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

Eriri stomped her little feet in shame and anger.

"Forget it if you don't want to; don't you usually like to be like that to me?" 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 dead fatty.

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 the post-tax income of an ordinary fresh graduate.

It was simply picking up money for nothing.

For a high school student, her family background was good, but it could also be considered a small sum of money.

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

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

Because she didn't want to stand under the same umbrella as Kitakami Yoru, this disgusting dead fatty; their bodies would definitely come into contact.

Eriri was a little rich girl; she didn't lack money at all!

"What is it?"

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

"Lend me your umbrella first."

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

Eriri was shivering from the cold, and her lips were pale.

"Otherwise, your umbrella can't cover... the two 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 holding an umbrella, he would definitely get himself wet.

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

They were sold on the commercial street; it shouldn't take too long.

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

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

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

Of course.

If he knew now that Eriri was still calling him a dead fatty in her heart and worrying that he would do something bad to her, he definitely wouldn't want to earn this little bit of money.

Perhaps, he wouldn't even be able to control his emotions.

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

Eriri held Kitakami Yoru's umbrella with both hands and walked in the pouring rain.

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

But the rain was really too heavy; not long after walking, Eriri's feet and lower legs were all soaked.

A gust of wind blew by, and Eriri, who had been shivering non-stop, almost couldn't stand firm and was blown down by the wind!

"So cold--"

Eriri felt her brain frozen stiff, a blank slate.

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

The rainstorm smashed onto Kitakami Yoru's umbrella; the force made the top of the umbrella sink, and then it immediately sprang back.

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, and there was only one thought in her mind: she wanted to go home quickly and take a hot bath.

Braving the rainstorm, Eriri moved forward slowly; she couldn't feel a trace of temperature all over her body, and her delicate lips were blue and pale.

"Achoo!"

Eriri, whose body wasn't very good to begin with, sneezed violently and almost fell from exhaustion.

At this time, a taxi returned from the commercial street after dropping off passengers, and the driver saw Eriri holding an umbrella in the rain.

Because Tokyo's transportation was relatively developed and convenient, taxi prices were relatively expensive, and they usually only picked up some big-spender tourists.

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

"Beep beep--"

The driver parked the car not far in front of Eriri, with double flashers on, which were even a bit blurry in the rainstorm.

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

Eriri was frozen stupid, her reaction was slow, and her brain wouldn't turn.

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

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

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

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