Chapter 74

1: Mind-reading, time reversal!

Kitakami Yoru pinched his nose, raised the bowl, and drank the herbal medicine in the bowl in one gulp.

It was very bitter.

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

Kitakami Yoru's face was twisted together from the bitterness.

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

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

"What is my boyfriend?"

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

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

"Phew phew~ so bitter!"

Based on the principle that long pain is worse than short pain, Kitakami Yoru drank this bowl of bitter medicine in one gulp and breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, the bitterness spread up his throat, and he wanted to vomit from his stomach.

He quickly covered his mouth, and at the same time, 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 covers.

Homework or something, exercise or something, 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, so he couldn't sleep at all.

It wasn't until late at night, three or four o'clock, that Kitakami Yoru fell into a shallow sleep in a daze.

He slept until the next afternoon.

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

But his parched 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 ago the water was.

His hand twisted the lid open with a tremble, 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.

Just walking a few steps, I don't know if it was because he was sick, or if high blood pressure caused dizziness, or if it was because he hadn't eaten...

Various factors overlapping were all possible.

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

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

He ate some fast food and drank some milk, which restored a bit of strength, and walked out of the kitchen.

"Meow meow~"

"Meow~"

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

It seemed she had discovered something wrong with her master.

"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-reducing medicine.

No way, he was too uncomfortable.

After eating takeout and taking fever-reducing medicine, Kitakami Yoru crawled into the covers again and lay down until night.

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

Eriri!

Kitakami Yoru narrowed his eyes, kept muttering, his expression gradually became ferocious, and his blood pressure soared.

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 and picked up his phone from the bedside table, originally wanting to check the news.

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

A news item popped up that the diplomat was accompanying 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.

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 made some breakfast for himself, ate his fill, did his homework, and forced himself to read for a while, coughing and running a nose non-stop.

Kitakami Yoru didn't dare to take too much fever-reducing medicine 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 two more days, I'll go to the hospital to check..."

Kitakami Yoru thought, swallowed the medicine quickly, and took 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 pressing on his heart, he felt very irritable.

Monday.

Kitakami Yoru's condition wasn't much better.

Still coughing, running a nose, having a low fever, and his body was 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 sunshine shone on him.

"Are you okay? You look like you haven't recovered yet; do you want to take a leave of absence?"

Gabriel looked at Kitakami Yoru with concern.

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

After the two separated, Kitakami Yoru headed straight to the teaching building, his footsteps even a bit lighter.

At this time.

Eriri was sitting by the window, talking to several girls at the front and back desks.

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 panted, 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...