Natsume-kun just wants to live

Chapter 116 Hand Cream and Suspenders
Tokyo time, 07:30 am.

The mist covered the gaps between the buildings, and a little cold current flowed through the streets and alleys.

Only one day after Golden Week, the weather in Tokyo has taken a turn for the worse. According to the weather forecast, there will be heavy rain in the next day.

Natsume Zehei, who was walking in the aisle, gathered his collar, feeling a bit cooler for no reason, turned his head to close his umbrella, thinking it was some prank, only to find out that the cold wind was blowing through the gap in the window and blowing in the room.

The school bulletin board was blown loudly, and the announcement from the news department fell to the ground. Natsume Zehei picked it up, took a look, and posted it back.

On the announcement was the profile of the new head of the Ministry of Information, and next to it was a photo of a young man with a green-skinned cropped head.

The supernatural department was unlocked, and Natsume Zehei knocked on the door with breakfast in hand, then poked his head inside, and saw Minister Amamiya sitting on the sofa at a glance.

"Morning, Minister." Natsume Zehei said hello, closed the door, and walked inside.

The kettle that was always burning was rumbling, and Natsume Zehei felt a sense of warmth within a few steps, and turned around to find a heater in the corner, facing Megumin Amamiya.

Megumi Amamiya opened her eyes and was about to say something when she shifted her gaze and caught a glimpse of the breakfast bag in Natsume Zehei's hand.

"Milk, toast, salad dressing, and a sandwich." Natsume Zehei sat down on the chair and put down the bag, "There is more than enough for two people."

"The sandwiches are not good," Amamiya Hui said.

"I think the minister should try it. The meat floss inside with salad dressing will make you fall in love with this taste." Natsume Zehei took out the sandwich and pushed it over. "A lot of salad dressing has been added, and the sweetness is guaranteed."

"It's not normal to be so kind to me when you have something to say." Yu Gonghui opened the plastic bag and took a bite. The complex taste inside made her narrow her eyes slightly.

"My old house has been used for decades. Although I have developed deep feelings for the things inside, but the typhoon is coming in two months. If I have the kindness of a woman, I will face the storm .”

Natsume Zehei took out the toast and squeezed some salad on it.

"I want to renovate the roof. The minister also knows that this thing is very troublesome. Finding a reliable company can solve many things."

"It's not my business." Yu Gonghui shook her head.

"I know, but the minister always knows people in this area." Natsume Zehei tasted the excessive sugar in the salad dressing.

"There's someone more suitable, but I don't think you'd like to see her."

"Let's hear it, I'm always informal when I solve things."

"Miho Sato."

As soon as the words fell, Natsume Zehei paused his hand, he stopped eating bread and glanced at Yu Gonghui, and nodded slightly after confirming that the other party was not joking.

"I see."

"acceptable?"

"Of course, the house is more important." Natsume Zehei nodded.

"I don't know what's going on between the two of you yet." Yu Gonghui wiped her fingers slowly after eating the sandwich, and walked over to throw away the garbage. Her white fingers were like jade, and they still had some pleasant aroma.

"It's not like a minister to ask the bottom line." Natsume Zehei didn't answer her, but just avoided talking about it.

He raised his head and sniffed, and smelled a very fragrant smell.

"Women's curiosity is as deadly poison as beauty, and don't you think girls who ask questions are cute?" Amamiya Hui smiled, noticing his movements, took out hand cream from his pocket, and put it on the table superior.

"do not think so."

Natsume Zehei paused for a moment, subconsciously took the hand cream and wiped it on himself, turned his head to face Amamiya Kei's curious gaze, and couldn't help whispering, "I think she looks at me a little strangely."

"I see your eyes are also very strange."

"The two are different. I have long been used to the minister's arrogance, but Ms. Sato's is..." Natsume Zehei was a little speechless, "fierce."

"That's interesting."

The corners of Yu Gonghui's mouth curled up, revealing a playful smile.

"Natsume, the temperature outside is only seven degrees, but big sister's chest is 37 degrees."

"Sometimes I always feel that the minister is making fun of me."

"Not sometimes, but every day."

Yu Gonghui shook her finger, "It's a very pleasant thing to see waves appearing on your pretendingly calm face."

"You are truly hopeless."

"Thank you for the compliment, don't forget to turn it off when you go out later."

Natsume Zehei sat for a while after breakfast, but did not leave.

Yumi Sato stepped on the point to the Supernatural Department, greeted the two of them, took out her phone and started playing.

Natsume Zeping reviewed the Chinese in front of the heater, and repeated the English words he memorized last night several times before leaving the Department of Mysteries reluctantly.

Perhaps because of the upcoming Golden Week, today's classroom is a bit noisy.

Before the bell rang for the end of the first get out of class, the crowd was a little restless.

"Flower fireflies intermittently light, one bright and one off for a foot, how lonely it is."

"The meaning of this sentence is"

The bell rang, interrupting Yumiko Konda, who glanced out the window and put down the chalk.

"Natsume, come out with me for a while, the rest of you, study by yourself in the next class."

Natsume Zehei closed the textbook, said hello to Naoki Yoshihara who came over, and turned to walk to the staff room.

"excuse me."

He opened the door, and a gust of hot air rushed in. The heating was turned on in the staff room, and the air conditioner was facing the door.

Konda Yumiko was sitting at the table, saw him coming with a glance, and pulled the chair to signal Natsume to sit down.

"Come on, help me change the test paper."

"How was my exam?" Natsume Zeping sat down, looking down at his paper.

"The first one is yours."

Yumiko Konda handed it over, a little satisfied, "Your level is maintained well, how did you do that?"

"Persevere."

"Sometimes I feel that you are like an ascetic monk in ancient Zhendan, and your daily life is abstinence and practice."

"That's not bad. My life is indeed like this, but it's not abstinence."

Konda Yumiko turned to look at him, "So, how do you keep it?"

"poverty."

"Simple and clear, but impressive." Yumiko Konda smiled slightly, but she couldn't help but look sad when she thought of her deflated wallet.

She waved the pen twice, showing a gloomy expression, "I'm not qualified to laugh at you, maybe I should find a part-time job."

"Ms. Kinda, can you be a model?"

"Do you really think so?"

Konda Yumiko turned her head a little surprised, feeling overwhelmed by the happiness that came so quickly.

"Just don't talk."

"."

Konda Yumiko pursed her lips and ignored him.

Natsume Zehei took a few glances at the test paper and put it away. There were basically no problems on it. He took the pen from Yumiko Konda and started grading.

"Is the teacher busy recently?"

"what happened?"

"No more wine."

"Really, what nonsense are you talking about?" Yumiko Konda shook her head, "It's simply that you don't have money."

"I think so too."

"Actually, there was a blind date recently."

"By bringing it up in front of the students, do you want me to replace Mr. Kinda?" Natsume Zehei kept moving.

"No, I mean, not drinking is also trying to maintain a good image."

"Just keep talking."

"Crap."

Yumiko Konda kept moving, "What kind of clothes do you think I should wear on a blind date?"

"It's not just a small suspender."

"That's a good idea." Yumiko Konda's eyes lit up.

(End of this chapter)