Natsume-kun just wants to live

Chapter 102 Reading the Letter
At the entrance of the supernatural department, Natsume met Megumi Amamiya.

Minister Amamiya, who walked over without haste, carrying a small bag, showed a surprised expression.

She glanced at the sky, the sun in Tokyo was gradually rising, and it was indeed rising from the east.

"The minister's expression is so strange." Natsume pushed open the door of the Occult Department, but didn't go in, just stood at the door.

"Would it be?" Yu Gonghui passed by, "Maybe I was too surprised."

"I also occasionally arrive early." Natsume shrugged.

"It's like how lazy people can clean their bedrooms."

"That analogy is really a faux pas."

"But it's fitting, isn't it?"

Amamiya Hui put the bag on the sofa, and put the two pairs of long legs wrapped in white stockings together neatly. After smoothing the skirt carefully, she took out the manga from the bag and took another look at Natsume:
"What are you doing?"

"Check mail, mailbox is full again."

Natsume Zehei stood at the door and looked through the mailbox.

Some are circular letters sent by the student union, and some are contributions from the students. The contributions generally describe the recent supernatural events, but there are not many.

Most of them are love letters sent to the eldest lady, and a small part is for myself.

Natsume made some selections and found a few letters that looked very valuable.

He took it, sat down on the chair, opened the letter and read softly:

"For a week in a row, there will be strange noises in the bathroom of the club building"

Yugong Kei didn't raise her head, "Probably because of decoration, there is always mold in the rainy season, I guess the tiles in the toilet are broken, and the school asked someone to fix it."

"It's possible." Natsume Zehei nodded, "The words in the toilet reminded me of Hanako."

"Do you believe it?"

"Maybe."

Yu Gonghui held his forehead as if he had a headache, "Are you a fool, no matter how you think about it, there are no ghosts in this world."

"The minister is right."

Natsume Zehei did not refute and took out the next letter.

"The next one, the female ghost by the river, often comes out at night to scare people, haven't you read this one before?"

"Yes." Yu Gonghui nodded.

"The next one, a weird video tape, watching it will bring misfortune.
Natsume Zehei put down the letter paper, feeling a little more confused, "Video tape? It's such an old thing."

He glanced down, and there was a video tape in the envelope, black and white.

"Wanna see?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It might be a scary video."

"Are Natsume members scared?" Amamiya Hui smiled.

"No." Natsume Zehei took another look at the signature, Tomie from class C of the second year.

Fujiang?

Not impressed.

Natsume Zehei put the tape into the TV.

A man in a suit and tie is kneeling in a room.

"Miss Amamiya, this is the 12th and last time I show love to you. I also know that expressing love so many times is very presumptuous and will cause trouble to you, but please believe me, I am not a frivolous person !"

"That's stupid." Yu Gonghui shook her head.

"Although it's a bit offensive, I think so too." Natsume Zehei took a few glances, "This video tape will indeed bring misfortune."

Speaking of which, this person sent love letters twelve times before, but he stopped them all?
He glanced at the mailbox, and then at the indifferent Yu Gonghui, his face remained unchanged.

Natsume reached out, took out the videotape, put it in the trash can, and pressed it with a paper towel.

When looking back, Yu Gonghui's eyes were fixed here.

"The minister found out?" Natsume asked.

"what?"

"Sorry, it's really my fault."

"what are you talking about?"

She pressed the hem of her skirt and looked out of the window dissatisfied.

The naughty wind blew up the skirt, exposing Amamiya Hui's white knees.

"Other people's love letters, I handed them over twelve times and I threw them away."

"Oh it's all right."

Natsume Zehei breathed a sigh of relief.

From a boy's point of view, his behavior is really too much.

But if the person concerned doesn't care, can it be forgiven?

"Next, a letter from the swimming department."

Natsume Zehei looked it over and didn't think it was for himself, so he handed it to Yu Gonghui, who glanced at the letter and nodded slightly.

"Give it to me, open it and read it again."

"The minister has hands and feet."

"Member Natsume." Amamiya Hui raised her eyebrows and looked at him proudly.

"I'm here."

"The second rule of No. 220 of the Ministry of Spirituality is to protect the safety of the minister's life."

Yu Gonghui put down the manga and looked at the letter again, "I suspect that there is something fatal in this letter, so you must open it."

"Like a blade or something?" Natsume Zehei asked.

"It's not impossible."

Natsume opened it and read it again, "It's an invitation letter."

"I understand."

"No blades."

"I understand."

"No danger."

"I understand."

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Natsume Zeping shook his head and put down the invitation letter.

He glanced out the window, the sun was too dazzling, and even the clouds were white and clean.

Such a nice weather.

"What will the minister do during Golden Week?"

"What's the matter, I suddenly asked this." Yu Gonghui asked without putting down the manga, without raising her head.

"Just curious."

"Work."

"That's how it is, a hardworking capitalist." Natsume Zehei's eyes became a little more vigilant.

Amamiya Hui looked up, a little funny, before she could speak, footsteps came from outside the door, and then Yumi Sato hurried over and opened the door.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"One minute late." Yu Gonghui looked at her, "Forget it this time."

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Yumi Sato found a place to sit down, "What will happen if you are late next time?"

"You will handle the student union," Natsume Zehei said.

"Hey, that group of people talked very long-winded."

"If you know, don't be late." After Yu Gonghui finished speaking, she picked up the cup and glanced at the kettle, "Talk back to the topic just now."

"What were Amamiya-san and Natsume talking about just now?" Yumi Sato asked curiously.

"How high should the street lamps hang the capitalists?"

"It's Golden Week." Amamiya Hui corrected, shook the empty kettle, and started to boil water.

"Amiya-san, do you want to go to the hot spring with me?" Sato Yumi asked.

"me?"

"Ok!"

"Thank you, but no."

Yu Gonghui shook his head, "I have a lot of things to do."

"it's a pity."

Yumi Sato felt a little regretful, and glanced at Natsume again.

"I want to work, I said it before," he said.

"I didn't ask you."

"I'm talking to myself."

Yu Gonghui couldn't hold back a smile, and looked up at the two of them.

"You arranged it in advance?"

"No."

Natsume Zehei shook his head.

Yumi Sato didn't speak, just playing with her phone.

Yu Gonghui picked up the boiling hot water and brewed tea.

She raised her hand and asked the two people on the opposite side.

Natsume Zehei handed over the cup, raised his hand to level the noodles in the cup, and signaled to fill it up.

Yu Gonghui shook his head, looking at him with a look of chewing peonies, but Natsume still filled it up.

"Yumi?" She looked sideways.

"Huh?" Yumi Sato froze for a moment, "Did you call me?"

"Ah."

"I want it too." Yumi Sato was a little embarrassed, and reached out to pass the cup.

"Trouble, Hui."

Yu Gonghui nodded, but did not answer.

Natsume Zehei reached out to take Yumi Sato's water cup, put it on the table and pushed it over, "Bring more, this tea is not cheap."

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Yumi Sato pursed her lips, "I didn't mean that."

"I know." After Yu Gonghui finished speaking, she also filled it up.

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Yumi Sato scratched her head.

Natsume Zeping turned his head, "Don't worry, the minister is not short of the money."

Yumi Sato nodded and took a sip.

"really not bad"

(End of this chapter)