Chapter 144 Chizuru Amamiya’s Polaroid (4K)

"Can you rely on me?"

Kitahara Hayato followed Natsume Naoki and kept explaining, while Natsume Naoki seemed not to hear and walked in front.

Annoyed by his friend's recitation, Natsume Naoki stopped and turned around to look at Kitahara Hayato with a look of helplessness.

"Tell me, I'll listen to your explanation. Let's see if you, a bastard like you, can still pull off such an operation as selling off your teammates?"

Kitahara Hayato smiled honestly: "There are many people outside!"

"You are not Mr. Shu!"

"Mr. What tree?"

"It's nothing, I guess you don't know even if I tell you."

"There are so many people at the school gate, but you didn't see how those boys looked just now. They want to eat you!"

What Kitahara Hayato said was true, while Natsume Naoki just rolled his eyes.

"You sold me out because there were so many people?"

"I just found out that the girl is the eldest daughter of the Amamiya family. How did you meet such a cute girl?"

Looking at Kitahara Hayato's curious look, Natsume Naoki thought for a moment. Apart from her quirky personality, that guy was indeed a very impressive girl just by her appearance.

"Actually, we have known each other for a long time. I went to the ice cream shop that day not with Asai, but with her."

Natsume Naoki thought for a while and answered like this.

When a good brother asks you how you met that girl, it actually has the potential meaning of "I don't know when it happened".

I'm your good brother!

As a result, you secretly met such a cute girl behind my back, and I didn’t even know it!

"Look at the campus forum, your story has gone viral."

"Really?" Natsume Naoki also took out his mobile phone: "What rumors?"

Habitually opening campus forums is an essential skill for every college student who surfs the Internet.

Waseda University's campus wall, confession wall and other functions have been integrated into the campus forum. Early students have regarded the forum as an indispensable social entertainment after dinner.

It's a bit like the university forums in China from around 0809 to 2014.

At that time, smart phones were not very popular. Everyone still relied on QQ to communicate, and they still played Warcraft and dungeons in Internet cafes. Every day, they visited the school's Tieba forum, which was a whole day's social interaction for college students.

"No."

Natsume Naoki searched around but couldn't find any posts about herself...

His understanding of himself was still stuck in the period of life when his sense of existence was extremely low due to physical discomfort and long hair covering his eyes.

In his opinion, it would be a bit outrageous for an article to appear on a campus forum and his name to be in the title.

How can one be so virtuous?

"ah?"

Kitahara Hayato made a confused sound. He adjusted his backpack, held his cell phone with one hand, and pulled Natsume Naoki's shoulder with the other hand.

"Isn't this here? Look, I have browsing history here... eh?"

Kitahara Hayato pulled Natsume Naoki over to take a look, and Natsume Naoki also came closer muttering "Where is that?"

As a result, I only saw a few posts in Kitahara's browsing history that mentioned Amamiya Chizuru and the Engineering Department. It was probably Kitahara Hayato's voice that howled at the door just now that revealed his major and name.

But the strange thing is that every time Kitahara Hayato clicks on it from the browsing history, the post shows that it has expired or been deleted.

"Weird thing." Kitahara suddenly raised his head and looked at Natsume Naoki with a serious face: "It's outrageous, did you see it?"

"It seems... there is something wrong."

Natsume Naoki also raised his head, and the two gay friends looked at each other.

"The post is deleted very quickly. If you weren't right in front of me, I would know that you are too lazy to do such a thing. Otherwise, I would suspect that you hired a troll to help you delete the post."

"I think I need to correct your understanding. The trolls are only responsible for cleaning up the floor. They have no right to delete posts that others have made."

"What do you mean?"

"How did I know? I just knew I was going to be late for class."

Natsume Naoki shrugged and walked towards the teaching building.

Kitahara Hayato was stunned, looked at his phone, and couldn't figure it out.

But being late was really almost late. He swayed for a moment and hurried to catch up.

"Hey, wait for me!"

"I just saw something about Tohsaka-senpai in your browsing history?"

"It's bad, I just ordered it casually, what is the ranking list of junior senior students."

"Oh~ So I ordered it casually... So who's number one?"

"Izumi Mio, what do you need to say? You are the school beauty!"

"..."

"Why are you giggling?"

"No, it's nothing... I remembered something happy."

On the other side, in a two-story building on the bank of the Kanda River.

Asai was lying on the sofa, holding a laptop in his arms and still working on one with his feet.

This look has almost become the norm when maids work in campus public relations.

Compared to her previous public relations job, Asai Mao is more comfortable operating in the back garden of Natsume's house, after all, she has experience.

"well……"

Sighing softly, she rubbed the corners of her eyes.

"Why is it always you?"

She looked at the posts that had been put into a small dark room to be reviewed by the program she had designed before. Many of the posts contained photos of Chizuru Amamiya.

She originally thought that the screening and review process she designed was a one-time thing, but she didn't expect that it would be used repeatedly.

You only need to change a few keyword codes in the background, activate and block a few entity classes and interfaces, and you can deal with different public relations, which Asai did not expect.

Why are you doing PR for this guy?

Isn't it because he is afraid that his affair with a certain girl will be known by the other party?

The scandal with his senior sister cannot be seen by Amamiya Chizuru, otherwise if someone thinks that the famous beauty has a master, it would be a shame for him to post it.

He can't let his senior sister know about his affair with the eldest lady. Otherwise, with Izumi Mio's temper, God knows, will she disappear quietly from his life?

Alas, it's enough to worry about these nonsense every day.

Asai was very irritable. She had to work overtime when she got up early in the morning, which made her very unhappy.

"If I could add my own class one day, I wouldn't be so angry."

Asai couldn't help but think a little bit.

It would be better to deal with the "affair" between him and Natsume Naoki one day without letting Izumi Mio or Amamiya Chizuru know about it, than to deal with him and a certain woman without letting another woman know about it.

"Meow!"

A cat meow broke Asai Mao's unhappiness.

She tilted her head and looked at her sister who was lying in the iron cage watching her trembling.

It's strange that she actually saw a little contempt and doubt in the cat's eyes.

"Yes, people like me can get upset sometimes, so what?"

Asai Mao let the program run on its own. Posts that triggered keywords would be put into a small dark room first, and it didn't matter when she would review them.

So she stretched, put the laptop in her arms next to her, sat up and looked at the iron cage in the living room and said, "But being upset doesn't mean I can't handle these things."

"Meow!"

"What are you asking about? Hey, about another guy in the family who doesn't make people worry."

"Meow?"

"Yes, you are also very troublesome."

Asai Mao looked at her sister shaking and said, "Actually, you can open the cage by yourself, right?"

The younger sister squinted her eyes: "Meow!"

"Do you really think I couldn't hear anything when I fell asleep last night?"

Asai Mao really wants to say that every little thing about him in this family will affect her. From when he gets up at night to when he comes down to talk to you, to when he wants to touch you and you raise your paw, everything is actually seen.
To be continued...