Natsume-kun just wants to live

Chapter 13 I'm Running
On the way home, the wind gradually blew, and after walking half the street, the rain fell.

Natsume Zehei held up the umbrella, and the rain dripped on the surface of the umbrella. Just five or six seconds later, the rain developed to the point of pouring down. The rain is really heavy, and the rain in this season is really unreasonable .

It was still six o'clock in the morning when I woke up, and the sun was shining through the window, which was really a gratifying thing.

Natsume Zehei opened his eyes and sat up on the bed, and got out of bed after a few minutes of daze.

Without washing up immediately, he flipped through the world history test paper that he hadn't finished last night, read the answer again, and finished the review after he had a good idea.

He walked out of the room and went to the bathroom to wash, and when he entered the living room, he smelled the fragrance of flowers in the morning breeze.Natsume Zehei approached the window and opened the curtains, only to notice that the pear blossoms in the courtyard bloomed silently.

The time of the day lies in the morning, and the plan of the year lies in the spring. When the two are combined, it is even more impossible to relax.

Natsume Zehei was also reading while having breakfast, which saved a little time.

This habit has been cultivated for several years, and it is still going on now. It is very powerful in the eyes of others, but he never thinks so. What is so great about insisting on eating and reading?It will be troublesome if you have stomach problems, and you have to spend a lot of money to recuperate.

I went downstairs and turned from the alley to the main street. It took me only 10 minutes to arrive at the station. I was greeted by the third tram in the morning. No one spoke or looked at their mobile phones. Most of the people who got up at this time were participating in club activities of.

Get up early and work late every day, and don't rest at noon, just to get a good grade.Natsume Zehei admires such people, but he doesn't want to be them.

Tokyo is a strange place. Some people work hard like chicken blood, while others are very decadent no matter how hard they push them. They would rather lie flat than struggle.

After entering the school, Natsume remembered that there were still things left in the classroom, so he turned a corner and walked around the club building to the teaching building.

When passing by the classroom, Natsume Zehei took a look inside. It was empty, and there was a person sitting by the window. It was a girl from the back.

I don't know if the sound of pushing the door disturbed her, or something else, the moment Natsume Zehei pushed the door, the girl turned her head subconsciously.

Yumi Sato.

The name subconsciously popped up in Natsume Zehei's mind.

Unlike Takatomi Yamato, Yumi Sato is the leader of a small group in the class - when the college is divided into classes, there will be an unfamiliar social circle. At this time, some people will start to make friends based on their hobbies, and then form small groups.

The person who is the most active and can chat with everyone will become the 'leader'.

This sounds good, but Yumi Sato's reputation is not good. Most people's first impression of her is that she is a very casual person-makeup, inexplicably pungent perfume, and a poisonous tongue.

Natsume Zehei glanced at her, didn't say anything, and didn't say hello. Sato also turned around immediately, not knowing what he was doing.

Although the two were classmates, they didn't speak much.

She handed Natsume a love letter, but that didn't mean anything, it just meant that she liked handsome guys, and Natsume wasn't ugly.

Natsume vaguely heard people say that she changes her boyfriend every two days.Maybe, I am just a tadpole in Yumi Sato's fish pond.

However, such baseless rumors cannot be fully believed.

Passing through the aisle between the tables and chairs, Natsume Zehei smelled the smell of disinfectant.He turned his head and saw the purple-red scar on Sato Yumi's calf. Several pieces of white cloth were tied indiscriminately, and the wound was not covered at all, but blood continued to flow down.

Looking up again, there are some old injuries on her neck and collarbone, which are probably the product of repeated bruising. If she doesn't cover it with clothes, it will probably be obvious. Is this domestic violence?

No, it could be something else.

There seemed to be tears in the corners of Yumi Sato's eyes.Did you misread it? Probably misread it.

When he was thinking, Sato quickly wiped his eyes,

Natsume Zehei was not interested in meddling, so he took his things and went out, closing the door behind his back.

It's just that they didn't go far when they heard a messy sound, probably a table or something overturned.

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Back in the classroom, Yumi Sato fell to the ground, looking at him a little embarrassed.

Natsume Zehei took a few glances and was sure that his desk had been turned over, which was a pleasant surprise.

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"That was just an accident."

She looked at Natsume who was approaching, thinking that he wanted to care about her, "Don't help me."

Natsume Zehei didn't speak, walked around her to the table, picked up all the books that fell on the floor, and arranged them neatly.

Yumi Sato in the distance twitched the corner of her mouth, only to realize that it was Natsume's table that she had knocked over—this is a good move, and she will be credited.

"Feel sorry."

She whispered, "I didn't mean to."

Natsume Zehei glanced back, didn't say anything, walked over after packing up, knelt down and faced Sato.

"Help me on the shoulder."

Yumi Sato hesitated, "What are you going to do?"

"Go to the infirmary."

"Now?"

"Now." Natsume Zehei nodded, looking at her expressionlessly, "Is there a problem?"

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Satou Yumi scratched her head, her usually eloquent mouth seemed to be stuck, and she didn't move at all.

It's not that I can't say anything if I like Natsume, it's because Natsume Zehei saw her ugly appearance, so she's a little embarrassed now.

She glanced at Natsume, and found that the other party's gaze had been lingering at her wound, and she couldn't help feeling a little more frustrated.

——Obviously she is also a beautiful girl with breasts and butt, why is he not interested at all!

Sighing, Yumi Sato put his arms around his shoulders and stood up slowly.

When she walked out, she was still a little stubborn, trying to justify:

"Actually, I'm fine. I can do it alone. Natsume-kun doesn't care about me."

Natsume Zehei glanced at Sato, she didn't speak, she just lowered her head and blushed a little.

"I'll take you to the infirmary first, and re-bandage."

"Hey, it seems to be troublesome."

"If it is not handled well, it may have to be amputated."

"Amputation!"

Yumi Sato's face froze, "Are you kidding me?"

"No."

Natsume Zehei ignored Yumi Sato's thoughts and looked down at her calf.The blood kept flowing, the original scar became more purple, and there was a new wound underneath, which should have been left when he fell just now.

The mouth said no, but the body was very honest.

Yumi Sato obediently followed Natsuki to the infirmary, and didn't meet anyone on the way. The two walked quietly without speaking.

Pushing the door open, there was a smell of disinfectant. The teacher in the infirmary hadn't come yet. Natsume Zehei helped Sato Yumi to the chair first, and then searched for medical alcohol, iodophor and bandages.

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Yumi Sato looked at the medical alcohol in his hand, her face turned pale.

"Wouldn't it hurt to smear this on?"

"It will hurt at first, bear with it."

Without looking back, Natsume Zeping took a cotton swab and wiped it carefully for her.

"Ah."

"It hurts less..."

The sound echoed in the infirmary without stopping for a moment.

Yumi Sato noticed that there was no movement in her legs, and looked down, Natsume Zehei stopped her hands and watched quietly.

Sato touched his head a little embarrassed.

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"Go on."

Natsume Zeping lowered his head and increased the strength in his hand: "Don't make a sound."

"oh oh.."

After a while, people passing by the infirmary heard a blushing voice.

Natsume Zeping endured the heart to walk away, and wiped her wound clean.

When untying the bandage on her calf, Natsume felt that Yumi Sato was a little nervous, the muscles in her calf were a little stiff, and her hands were clenched tightly. It seemed that she had never been touched by anyone, and she was not used to it for a while.

Not paying attention to this, he took out the bandage and began to wrap it.

While he was fixing the bandages, Yumi Sato's phone rang, and she hissed at him, and Natsume Zehei nodded, understanding what she meant.

"Moses Moses. Chuncai Sauce?"

"Well, I'm at school now."

She was chatting, and Natsume Zehei didn't stop moving his hands.He still has to go to the Ghost Department to continue painting posters, so naturally he has no time to waste here.

Once the heart is in a hurry, the movements will naturally become chaotic.

Accidentally, Natsume Zehei's strength increased a little, and Yumi Sato couldn't help moaning in pain.

"No. It's sensitive here."

"What's wrong with you, Yumi?"

"It's okay, I'm running." Yumi Sato said, covering her mouth and holding back the pain.

"Running?" The person on the other end of the phone made a suspicious voice.

"Well, don't worry about that, what did Chuncai Jiang say just now?"

Natsume Zehei blinked, feeling something was wrong.

He didn't usually bandage much, the more he did, the more mistakes he made.With a slip of his hand, he accidentally pressed on Yumi Sato's wound again.

"Um"

She pursed her lips and made a strange sound.

"Yumi-chan?" On the other end of the phone, the girl's face suddenly turned red.

Is she really running and not doing something else?
Yumi seems to have become an adult!
"No!" Yumi Sato froze, "Haruna-chan, listen to me, I'm really running! I stepped on a rock just now."

"I believe in you, Yumi!"

Haruna on the other end made a firm voice.

Natsume pressed the wrong button again.

"ah"

Yumi Sato groaned coquettishly, she didn't catch her breath, and unconsciously took two deep breaths.

"Um"

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The phone was hung up, and Yumi Sato's face turned pale.

Natsume Zehei fastened the bandage, raised his head, and saw Yumi Sato's pale face.

The two looked at each other.

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"I did not do it on purpose."

"I know." Yumi Sato wanted to cry without tears, "Natsume-kun, can you let me be quiet?"

"Feel sorry."

For the first time, Natsume Zehei felt that his help had the opposite effect.

(End of this chapter)