Chapter 73

Six seventeen!

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

"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 holding the umbrella loosened.

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

"And..."

The figure of a dead fatty 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 have contact with Kitakami Yoru.

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

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

Eriri convinced herself.

The deepest thought in her heart was because Kitakami Yoru was a disgusting dead fatty; she didn't want to get close and was afraid, so she wasn't willing to turn around and go back.

Meanwhile.

Kitakami Yoru hadn't left Shuchiin yet.

The rainstorm was too heavy; he couldn't leave; walking a short distance made him feel breathing was difficult and he lacked oxygen.

And it was cold, very cold, cold to the bone.

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

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

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

It wasn't until after nine o'clock in the evening that the rainstorm gradually subsided and turned smaller...

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

San-San saw that her master hadn't returned and had been waiting at the door.

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

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

His exposed skin, especially his palms and arms, was soaked white, wrinkled, and peeling from the rain.

"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 chattered non-stop, and he stood up while holding onto the wall.

A while later.

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

But he hadn't recovered from the previous state.

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

It was all caused by Eriri!

Unknowingly, Kitakami Yoru clenched his fists; he was going to find Eriri tomorrow!

Night.

Kitakami Yoru, huddled under the covers, was annoyed by the sound of rain outside the window.

He drank some cold medicine, but the effect didn't seem to be very good.

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

He still had the pain of being ravaged by the rainstorm, huddling in the corner of the dirty restroom for two hours, the difficulty of breathing while walking in the rainstorm, and the despair of being in complete 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 Gabriel.

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

Kitakami Yoru ate some breakfast and followed Gabriel to school.

He was going to find Eriri!

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

"You seem to be in very bad shape?"

Gabriel looked at Kitakami Yoru with concern.

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

Kitakami Yoru's fists were clenched tightly, and the scenery in front of him kept receding.

Arrived at the station, got off the bus.

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

"What's wrong with Kitakami-san?"

Passing by the bookstore, Aoyama Nanami asked Gabriel curiously.

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

Gabriel replied.

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

But when Kitakami Yoru went over with a heart full of anger, Eriri hadn't arrived yet!

He had to wait until the morning reading class started, and then went out to take a look.

Today was Friday, Eriri hadn't arrived yet; it was estimated she wouldn't come today?

"Is she too scared to come?"

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

He wasn't in the right state all day.

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

After going home, he drank some cold medicine and lay on the bed again.

Night.

Aoyama Nanami brought over a bowl of herbal medicine.

"Kitakami-san, drink it; this is what I learned 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; do you guys have a misunderstanding?"

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

"Me?"

"My boyfriend?"

Aoyama Nanami blinked her beautiful eyes, full of surprise.

Remarks on going on the shelves

Alright, 10,000 words of free chapters before going on the shelves, more than 140,000 free words, that's sincere enough, right?

Asking for a first subscription.

Laughing, actually I wanted to cut the chapters before going on the shelves from the beginning, and put opening the treasure chest and revenge in the first chapter on the shelves.

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

Updates after going on the shelves will be at night, try to be at night, not late at night.

There will be more updates after going on the shelves; the better the results, the more updates, but it's estimated to be just like that; the upper limit can be seen at a glance.

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

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