Natsume-kun just wants to live

Chapter 115 Clues
After playing around for a while, Yumi Sato sat down.

"Yuzi is always like this, it's disgusting."

"If Yumi can act more mature, I think she will have fewer pranks." Matsuda Haruna put her face in her hands and looked up at her.

Natsume Zehei shook the empty coffee cup, ready to leave.

Yumi Sato turned her head and took a look, "Why did you drink so fast? I haven't had a toast with me yet."

"It's not beer."

"Yoshihara-kun—"

Matsuda Haruna waved, pointed at Natsume and said, "Here's another cup of coffee!"

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Natsume Zehei picked up the shoulder bag and put it down silently.

Under the gaze of the three of them, he picked up a few cubes of sugar, put them into the coffee, and kept stirring.

"It felt like an execution"

"Don't say that, it will scare Natsume-kun." Matsuda Haruna patted Kodera Yuko.

"Do you want dessert?" Yumi Sato flipped through the menu.

"No."

"Just drinking coffee is not nutritious."

"Dessert too."

"I always feel like you're teaching me a lesson."

"Sato-san's illusion."

Natsume, who was detained, was not in a hurry, he drank his coffee slowly and listened to the girls' secret words.

The sun is getting lower and lower, and there is more of a yellow smell.

When he was about to leave, Yumi Sato stopped him, pointed to the vending machine in the distance, and signaled to speak alone.

Natsume glanced at the hot atmosphere in the store and nodded slightly.

As soon as I went out, there was a breeze shaking, which dropped the temperature a little.

Natsume Zehei stood in front of the vending machine and bought two bottles of soda, and looked up at Yumi Sato.

The soda slid across the graceful curve and fell into Sato Yumi's hand, who glanced at the label.

"Watermelon flavor is not bad either."

She opened the can, 'Crack! '

Moisture came out of the mouth of the can, very violently, and Yumi Sato quickly blocked it with her mouth, but some liquid still dripped on her hands, which became sticky over time.

"It's really unlucky." She looked at the soda and felt a little regretful.

Natsume Zehei opened a soda and turned to look at her.

"looking for me."

"Talk about Golden Week."

"It's strange that Sato-san took the initiative to care about me."

She drank the drink in one gulp, reached out and threw it into the trash can.

"have time?"

"I don't know, it depends on whether the work is difficult." Natsume Zehei took a sip of soda.

The pungent smell came up from his throat, he pinched his nose, and looked at the can with some disgust.

In the future, watermelon-flavored sodas will be blacklisted.

"I don't know what you do yet."

"Tutor."

"what?"

After Sato Yumi expressed doubts, she didn't find it strange.

"Yeah. It sure looks like the kind of job you'd be looking for."

Leaning her back against the railing, she looked down, and her black toe circled on the ground, "Isn't the tutor studying well?"

"It's not that you don't study well." Natsume Zeping glanced at her.

"Much better than Sato-san."

"What!" Yumi Sato tapped his left shoulder lightly, "As long as I am willing to learn, I can become very good."

"How much moisture is there in this willingness?" Natsume Zehei smiled.

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Yumi Sato turned her head to the side, "Hmph."

Natsume Zehei finished his drink and held it in his hand without throwing it away.

"She has a bit of social phobia and doesn't communicate well with people."

"It sounds troublesome. Is there anything Natsume can do?"

"No." Natsume Zeping paused, "Not yet, but there is a vague plan."

"what?"

"can not say."

Yumi Sato crossed her arms and turned her head resentfully, "If you don't say it, don't say it."

"If the plan doesn't go wrong, there will probably be a rest period of one to two days." Natsume Zeping looked at her, "What can I do for you?"

"this."

Yumi Sato handed over the phone.

Natsume took it, the promotional map of Jiangchuan Coast, which has a bonfire party and a bathing place. It looks okay, but the price is a bit scary.

"The room is [-]% off." Yumi Sato looked at him.

"Wan." She pushed Natsume's hand, "Will you go?"

Natsume, who originally wanted to refuse, looked at her flickering eyes and hesitated.

"I'm not sure if I can go, and the time may not be right." Natsume Zehei looked away, "Sorry."

"Why do you apologize, it's not your fault that you can't go." Sato Yumi withdrew her gaze and stared at the ground again.

"Then, thank you."

".You are so strange. You are both apologetic and thankful." Yumi Sato pursed her lips and smiled, "I don't understand."

"Because Yumi is willing to invite me, so I say thank you." Natsume Zehei said.

"Don't think too much, I just think it's too pitiful for you to stay at home alone, so I came to call you. There is no rest during the Golden Week, it is as scary as eating fifteen bowls of hell ramen in a row." Yumi Sato thought.

She stared at the ground, and her Martin boots kept stepping on Natsume's shadow, drawing circles.

The two were silent for a while, and Yumi Sato pushed him again.

"So... you're not going?"

"Not sure." Natsume Zehei shook his head, "I don't want to lie, and I don't want to break the contract, so I can only say that if the follow-up plan changes, I will tell you."

"Let's talk on the phone at that time." Yumi Sato shook the phone, and the pendant on it kept flashing.

"Well, we'll talk about it later."

Natsume Zehei nodded and walked towards the tram.

When I got home at night, there were no ghosts in the living room, nor in the kitchen.

Maybe on the roof.

Natsume Zehei made dinner, waited for a few minutes, and yelled out the window a few more times.

The cat on the roof barked at him too.

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Sayuri poked her head out from the bedroom, twitched a bit, and quickly floated over, blocking Natsume in front of her.

"Are you sleeping? You didn't even come out when I called you just now." He turned his head.

"I'm angry."

"Angry? It's really rare."

Natsume handed her chopsticks, "But no matter how angry you are, you still have to eat."

Sayuri looked at him, then at the dinner, and sat down cross-legged.

"Was that bad woman yesterday brought back by Natsume?"

"Bad woman?"

Natsume Zehei thought for a while, "You mean Miyagawa-san?"

"The one sleeping in the bedroom." Sayuri stared at him.

"If you say that I brought it back, that's not rigorous. It can only be said that she is a guest."

"She burned my house down, and she still wants to come here as a guest?"

"I've never heard of that."

Natsume Zehei put down his chopsticks, his face became more thoughtful, "Miyagawa-san burned your house down?"

"Fire set right in front of my eyes!"

Sayuri waved her chopsticks to express her dissatisfaction.

"Is that so?" Natsume Zehei frowned slightly.

"I'm already a female ghost that no one cares about, right?"

"You're thinking too much." Natsume Zehei comforted her softly, stroking her head.

"I don't listen I don't listen."

Sayuri rolled on the ground, stopped in front of the table halfway, took a bite quietly, and then cried: "Wuuuuu Natsume doesn't want me anymore."

Natsume felt distressed and kept comforting her.At the same time, there are more doubts in my heart.

Why did Miyagawa Suzune burn the shrine?
Ghost.. shrine Miyagawa May Miko.

These few words shuttled through his mind, like beads, just waiting for a thread to string them together.

Natsume Zehei stared at the dark night outside the window, stroked Sayuri's head with his hand, and made some guesses.

"Lily."

"Ok?"

Sayuri, who was eating secretly, trembled and looked up quickly.

"Is the person you met before who could see you a girl?"

"Probably." Sayuri shook her head with her mouth puffed out, and wiped the corners of her mouth again.

"What does it mean?"

"It means I can't remember clearly."

Natsume Zehei didn't pay attention to her movements, and didn't ask again.

"Ghosts don't need to memorize so many things." Sayuri rubbed him.

"Lazy female ghost, who can do nothing but eat, play games and read manga." Natsume pushed her away.

Sayuri's movements froze, and she looked at Natsume angrily.

She picked up Natsume's chopsticks, shook them, and threw them outside in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up Natsume's bowl and ate all of his rice.

Finally, in front of Natsume, Sayuri kept pulling out things from her chest.

Coins, dolls, comics, snacks, and cat food, even toothbrushes and pillows.
"Did you see Natsume, this is what I will do." Sayuri pointed to something on the living room floor.

Natsume Zehei watched her movements with a smile in his eyes, "Got it."

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