Chapter 72

1: Mind reading, time reversal!

Kitakami Yoru pinched his nose, lifted the bowl, and drank the herbal medicine in one go.

It was very bitter.

A thick, bitter, strange taste of medicinal herbs mixed together; it wasn't just bitter like Western medicine!

Kitakami Yoru's face was twisted in bitterness.

But this was medicine good for him, so he could only keep swallowing it.

Aoyama Nanami came back to her senses, her face full of questions.

"What is my boyfriend?"

"Kitakami-san just made a slip of the tongue, right?"

She had never liked boys since she was a child, let alone having a boyfriend?

"Hoo hoo~ so bitter!"

Based on the idea that long pain is worse than short pain, Kitakami Yoru drank the bowl of bitter medicine in one go and let out a sigh of relief.

The next second, the bitterness spread up his throat, and his stomach churned, wanting to vomit.

He hurriedly covered his mouth, while his other hand returned the bowl to Aoyama Nanami.

Aoyama Nanami took the bowl, looked at Kitakami Yoru, and thought of Kanda Sorata.

"Could the person who impersonated my boyfriend be Kanda Sorata?"

"How could he be like this?"

"Really annoying..."

After thinking of this, Aoyama Nanami wanted to go back quickly because she was angry.

After relaxing at the door for a while, Kitakami Yoru suppressed the bitterness and closed the door.

Dragging his sick body, he walked back to the bed and crawled into the warm quilt.

Homework or exercise, forget it.

He was so uncomfortable that even standing was difficult.

Closing his eyes, the warmth of the herbal medicine came from his stomach, and Kitakami Yoru tried hard to sleep.

But his nose was blocked, his head was hot, and he coughed from time to time; he couldn't sleep at all.

It wasn't until late at night, around three or four o'clock, that Kitakami Yoru fell into a hazy, light sleep.

He slept until the afternoon of the next day.

When Kitakami Yoru opened his eyes, his whole body was sore and weak, and he just wanted to lie in bed and not get up.

But his dry throat felt like it was being cut by a knife, forcing him to get up and drink water.

There was a thermos on the bedside table, and he didn't care how many days old the water inside was.

His hands shook as he twisted off the lid, and Kitakami Yoru sipped it in small mouthfuls; his throat was moistened, and he felt a bit more comfortable.

"I'm... sick... cough, cough..."

He flipped open the quilt, sat up from the bed, muttered a sentence, and started coughing.

Touching his hot forehead, Kitakami Yoru sat quietly for a while before getting up with the help of the wall.

After walking a few steps, whether it was because he was sick, or because his blood pressure had spiked causing dizziness, or perhaps because he hadn't eaten...

A combination of various factors was possible.

Kitakami Yoru's feet went soft, he felt dizzy, and he only felt the world spinning; the scene in the room became increasingly blurry.

Sitting on the ground, he relaxed for several minutes before Kitakami Yoru barely managed to get up again and go to the kitchen.

He ate some instant food and drank some milk, regaining a bit of strength before walking out of the kitchen.

"Meow meow~"

"Meow~"

The hungry San-san ran to Kitakami Yoru's feet, rubbing against her owner's feet affectionately while looking up at Kitakami Yoru.

She seemed to have discovered that something was wrong with her owner.

"You're here too~"

Kitakami Yoru held his forehead and smiled bitterly.

Then, he poured some cat food and water for San-san, ordered takeout, and bought some fever medicine.

He had no choice; he was too uncomfortable.

After eating the takeout and taking the fever medicine, Kitakami Yoru crawled back into the quilt and lay down until night.

He couldn't sleep, but he felt a bit more comfortable and remembered the important business.

Eriri!

Kitakami Yoru narrowed his eyes, muttering non-stop, his expression gradually becoming ferocious, his blood pressure spiking.

If this continued, he was afraid he would faint from high blood pressure.

In middle school, Kitakami Yoru was fatter and had been hospitalized for ten days because of high blood pressure.

"The diplomat's daughter..."

Kitakami Yoru tried not to think about Eriri, picked up his phone from the bedside table, and originally wanted to check the news.

But his fingers wouldn't listen to him, and he searched for Eriri's father.

A news item popped up about the diplomat taking his wife to visit a place in Kansai.

After all, in Japan, a diplomat represents the British Empire, and many necessary activities are indispensable.

"In other words, Sawamura Eriri is home alone?"

Holding the idea of trying it out, he searched for Eriri's home address in various ways.

No results...

Kitakami Yoru wasn't very surprised; after all, it was a diplomat's privacy, and a personal address at that.

Another day passed, Sunday.

Kitakami Yoru woke up relatively early; the first thing he did when he got up was touch his forehead, which was still a bit hot.

A little better than yesterday.

He simply made some breakfast for himself, did his homework after eating, forced himself to read for a while, and kept coughing and having a runny nose.

Kitakami Yoru didn't dare to take too much fever and cold medicine because he was too fat; he only dared to take the medicine twice a day instead of three times.

"Cough, cough... hiss..."

"If there's no obvious effect after taking it for two more days, I'll go to the hospital to check..."

Kitakami Yoru thought, swallowed the medicine quickly, and went to take a comfortable hot bath.

He was more anxious than anyone; his precious time was being dragged down by illness.

Thinking of the two big mountains weighing on his heart, he felt extremely irritated.

Monday.

Kitakami Yoru's condition wasn't much better.

Still coughing, runny nose, low fever, body weak and uncomfortable.

But he got up very early, very early.

He couldn't wait to find Eriri and question her!

The rain cleared, and the warm sunlight shone on him.

"Are you okay? You don't look better yet; do you want to take a leave of absence?"

Gabril looked at Kitakami Yoru with concern.

Kitakami Yoru didn't want to talk and shook his head slowly.

After the two parted ways, Kitakami Yoru headed straight for the teaching building, his steps even a bit lighter.

At this time.

Eriri was sitting by the window, chatting with several girls in the front and back rows.

Kitakami Yoru suddenly appeared at the window, startling Eriri and the others.

"Sawamura-san, tell me... why didn't you bring my umbrella over!"

Kitakami Yoru was panting, and when he spoke, he even felt a bit out of breath.

But anyone could hear that the tone of his sentence was very suppressed and very wrong.

Just like a bomber carrying a little boy...