Natsume-kun just wants to live

Chapter 212 Targeting: Elementary School!
In the Department of Mysteries, the hot water kettle was rumbling.

Natsume Zehei glanced at it several times, always thinking that it would explode one day.

Do you want to throw it away before it explodes?
Yumi Sato, who was wearing a school uniform, closed the door aggressively, puffed out her round chest, and slapped the table with a slap:

"You did it on purpose, right?!"

"What?" Natsume Zehei withdrew his thoughts.

"Trouble me on purpose!"

Natsume Zehei took a sip of tea, "Although I also have the idea of ​​looking for trouble, but this time I am looking for you because of business—"

"Then you're still flirting with them!" Yumi Sato had a fierce expression on her face, "Do you know that Reiko-chan hasn't had a boyfriend yet, what if she falls in love with you?"

"What can I do, refuse."

"It's heartless, cruel, and excessive."

"Ruthless or something, I just greeted them. Isn't it normal for classmates to greet each other?" After Natsume Zehei finished speaking, he raised his face and smiled: "Or, Yumi is not happy?"

"no!"

"Oh?" Natsume Zehei looked at her with a teasing intention.

"If you say no, you don't have it!"

Yumi Sato turned around and snorted.

Where the arms wrap around, the clothes squeeze a little too much.

Sensing Natsume Zehei's undisguised gaze, she clutched her chest vigilantly.

Natsume Zehei turned his head to the side, feeling that his body has indeed improved a lot
"Confused?"

Yumi Sato looked at him contemptuously, "Have you been staring at him just now?"

"No."

"Ah."

Yumi Sato sneered and sat down in front of him.

Patting the table, she began to 'rebuke' Natsume, talking a lot about male virtue, shame, chastity and so on.

Although she didn't understand, Natsumezawa pretended to be very serious and occasionally smiled at her.

And this kind of smile was regarded as a provocation by Yumi Sato, and she became very angry.

After she talked for a long time, Natsume held up the kettle, "Do you want black tea?"

"No." Sato Yumi panted and sat on the chair.

"Barley tea?"

Her throat rolled, and a little sweat broke out on her forehead.

"alright."

Natsume Zehei took out a plastic bottle from the refrigerator and poured some into a cup. The bright yellow liquid was slightly refreshingly cold and had a fragrance.

Yumi Sato took the cup and drank it down, then let out a long sigh of relief.

"Do you understand what I just said?"

"Of course, it's clear." Natsume Zehei said seriously.

"So, don't act too familiar with me in front of them in the future."

"why?"

"Ah! Didn't I just say that?!"

"Oh——" Natsume Zehei turned his face away, avoiding Yumi Sato's murderous gaze.

"."

Yumi Sato sighed, put her hands on the table, and supported her chin.

"Because they will misunderstand our relationship." She looked at Natsume, "My evaluation in the class is not very good, I don't want to become that kind of person with you."

"Oh?"

Natsume Zehei was a little surprised, he didn't expect Sato Yumi's reason was this.

"Oh what, just remember." She said helplessly.

"I don't care."

Yumi Sato sighed after hearing that, "Of course I know this, I mean try not to get too close."

"for example?"

"Name." Sato Yumi gave an example, "You can call me Sato-san, you can call me Sato Yumi, but you can't just call me Yumi."

"I don't understand."

"."

Yumi Sato tried to explain to him: "Only people with a good relationship can be called by name, anyway, you just do it."

"Are we on good terms?"

"Shut up and just listen to me!"

"Is there anything else?" Natsume Zehei asked.

"No, that's all."

After Yumi Sato finished speaking, she waved her hand, "That's it for today, I'll go first."

"Are you free this afternoon?" Natsume Zehei asked.

"Training, no time." Yumi Sato closed the door with a backhand.

"Oh"

Natsume Zeping pondered, and his idea of ​​going to the club with her was shattered.

After school in the afternoon, Natsume Zehei visited various clubs.

It's a pity that they don't need the support team to cheer.So Natsume left the school, searched in nearby junior high schools and elementary schools, and finally found the target in Saitama County, Chiba.

In the office, Natsumezawa sat calmly, and the principal opposite him was over fifty years old.

"Aid group?" The principal of the elementary school showed a look of surprise.

"I've heard people say that your school will hold a football match recently and may need the help of the support team. Of course, we don't charge fees, and I hope you will give it a chance."

"Sorry, I have to be careful"

After discussing for a long time, Natsume Zehei successfully persuaded the principal to change his mind, and he finally agreed to the Fengzhiluo support group to perform here.

In the end, the two sides determined the time and place, as well as the form of the performance and so on.

Natsume Zehei bowed and left, running towards the school.

"That's how it is."

Yu Gonghui stood on the podium, telling everyone the goal of this weekend.

"Elementary school. This grade is too low! And there is no money!" Takatomi Yamato said loudly.

"It's a bit embarrassing to perform in front of elementary school students."

These are the words of Yoshihara Naoki.

It was a bit noisy downstairs, and the discussion about this time's performance was a bit shabby, and there was no school bus connected to it, all at their own expense.

"I have tutoring on weekends, so I won't be able to go to the elementary school competition. There's no need for us to perform, right?"

"I think so too."

Amamiya Hui turned cold, but before she could speak, Natsume Zehei robbed her of the words.

He stepped onto the stage and said unceremoniously: "With your level, do you still want to be picked up by the school bus and collect money?"

"Natsume." Naoki Yoshihara reminded in a low voice.

"Please be quiet, Yoshihara-kun, I'm just telling the truth." Natsume Zehei turned to look at him, "Do you think that the level of the members of the red team can perform a show?"

"." Naoki Yoshihara was embarrassed by the words.

After the fiasco of the last time, he has lost confidence. Although he usually has training, he still can't help being afraid of acting.

"We've trained well."

There are unconvinced people who refute.

"You mean good training, right?"

Natsume Zeping turned on the projection screen, released the video of the last time he saw a kendo competition, and publicly executed.

He pointed to the video and said, "Excuse me, can you see the gap between yourself and others?"

"Or, do you think you can become as good as the previous team in just a few days?"

Unexpectedly, the members of the red group who were recorded had embarrassment on their faces.

The members of the white group watched cheerfully, gloating from the sidelines.

Megumi Amamiya coughed and stood up to interrupt Natsume: "This time the performance is to test your training results. You don't need to take the previous performances to heart. The important thing is now."

"Student Amamiya." Kodera Yuko was a little embarrassed.

"Also, if there is a problem with the performance, you can stay here from now on and don't go home." Yu Gonghui's voice turned cold, making the members of the red team who were a little touched shrank their heads.

"Yes!"

Next, members of the red group continued training.

Natsume Zehei walked out of the event room and moved the stage away from Megumi Amamiya, completing his task.

He practiced the piano in the next room until six o'clock in the evening.

(End of this chapter)