Natsume-kun just wants to live

Chapter 232 Sports Festival

At nine o'clock in the evening, the rain stopped.

Because I was worried about Yumi going back alone, I sent her off as usual.

Of course, there are other reasons.

Meet up with Sato Miho by the way, see if she can give some advice. When Natsume was sleeping recently, I always felt that the room was creaking.

Normally, the house can be used for more than 100 years, but this is all theory.

The specific situation depends on the local climate.
Putting down the coffee and picking up the umbrella, Natsume Zehei and Sato Yumi walked out of the coffee shop.

He shook his umbrella and said to the girl looking at the phone:

"I haven't asked yet, is Ms. Sato at home tonight?"

Yumi Sato looked at him sideways, with doubts in her eyes.

"What?"

"Some time ago, I asked her subordinate to sign a contract to renovate the roof, but now that person has left."

"Can't you change one?" Sato Yumi patted the cat hair on the clothes and patted them off.

"If the funds are sufficient, I would also like to change." Natsume Zehei looked at the sky, made sure that it was not raining, and put away the umbrella.

"No."

"Really." Natsume Zeping nodded, and asked again: "Is it convenient for me to stay?"

"They said she was gone."

"I know." Natsume Zehei replied.

"Ask if you know." Yumi Sato replied angrily, paused for a moment, tasted something different.

"No!" she said angrily.

"Sato-san, who changes boyfriends every day, should be very experienced." Natsume Zehei said, his arm was hammered.

He didn't care, and let Yumei beat his shoulder with a small hand.

Still, it hurts a bit.
Damn, how do you use your teeth!

Rubbing the tooth marks on his wrist, Natsume Zehei decided not to say that next time.

While walking and chatting, Yumi Sato was still a little angry, and often did not speak on purpose.

When the tram pulled into the station, he took a step forward and found a place that wasn't too crowded to sit down.

Yumi Sato twitched a bit, and finally sat down on the chair Natsume had reserved for her by the corner.

"It's ten past nine," Natsume Zehei murmured, looking out the window.

"It's not even ten o'clock!" Yumi Sato said viciously.

"That's not what I meant." He turned his gaze back, "I was just thinking, at this point in time, office workers are just finishing eating and drinking, and getting ready to go home"

Yumi Sato turned her eyes and looked helplessly at the drunk in the carriage.

A few minutes later, a large group of commuters entered the carriage, which was a bit crowded.

They had a strong smell of alcohol, which made Natsume a little uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was the shadow given to him by Konda Yumiko, Natsume now hates the smell of alcohol.

However, Yumi is very fragrant, whether it is clothes or hair.

Considering that she would become angry with embarrassment, Natsume Zehei decided to do something with her hair.

Turning his head to the side, he gently blew his hair.

With a movement of the hair, the fragrance returned to the same way.

Sato Yumi turned her head and gave him a strange look.

"What?"

"good smell."

"Is this harassment? I'm going to yell." Yumi Sato glared at him.

"No." Natsume blew again.

Black hair billows, clear and supple.

Yumi Sato brushed her black hair and glared at him, "Don't blow it, your neck is itchy."

'Hurr~'

It wasn't until she couldn't bear it anymore and grinded her teeth at herself that Natsume stopped, pretending that nothing happened.

The tram arrived at the station, and the two stepped out of the platform.

The cold wind blew through the collar, and Yumi Sato shrank back.

She looked up at the night scene and wondered why the sky had changed.

"Cold?"

"It's not cold, don't give me your clothes." Seeing that Natsume Zehei was undressing, Sato Yumi said quickly.

"That's good, but I'm also afraid of the cold." Natsume Zehei breathed a sigh of relief.

"." She gave Natsume a blank look.

Leave the station and head towards the villa.

Because she was worried about getting her shoes wet, Yumi Sato deliberately avoided the watery pits.

Halfway there, the rain started to fall again, scattered and not too heavy.

Natsume Zeping held an umbrella and walked to her side.

Yumi Sato walked under the umbrella, occasionally glancing at the night scene.

After a while, she noticed Natsume's shining eyes and turned her head in doubt.

"What?"

"Aren't you going to hold it?"

"No, it's not raining too much."

"Really." Natsume Zeping felt a little regretful.

"." Yumi Sato bit her lip and said nothing.

When he reached the door, Natsume Zehei stopped deliberately.

Yumi Sato seemed to see what he was thinking, and said with a sigh, "If you want to stay, just say so."

"Forget it." Natsume Zehei put on an arrogant posture, "Unless Yumi asks me to stay"

'Snapped! '

The door was closed tightly, and the girl leaned against the door and said loudly, "You think beautifully!"

"pity."

Natsume Zeping was not without regrets, but he didn't feel lost either.

I took an umbrella and went home, humming a song during the period.

On Wednesday, the rain continued.

After the first class in the afternoon, everyone chatted about the arrangements for the sports festival.

The sports festival lasts three days, starting on Wednesday morning next week and ending on Friday afternoon, during which there will be no classes - but students will be allowed to study by themselves.

For many people, it is simply the best time to play games.

"Do you want to go to the arcade hall?"

"Okay, let's go eat ramen after the game"

"Huaijiang, do you want to go on a date with me in those afternoons?"

"It's true, Mr. Eiliu, this is still in the classroom."

"Can't you?"

"Of course you can!"

Gao Chen Yamato looked at the couple with dissatisfaction, and spat on the ground: "Damn it, show your affection in broad daylight, find a chance to burn them."

"Hmm." Naoki Yoshihara was in a daze.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, Yoshihara, you've been like this for the past few days!"

"Recently there are rumors that Matsuda-san has a boyfriend." Natsume Zehei said beside him.

After hearing his words, Yoshihara Naoki came back to his senses and looked at Natsume quietly.

"."

"Of course, it's not clear whether it's true or false, so Yoshihara doesn't have to worry about it." Natsume Zehei spread his hands.

"Where did Natsume-kun hear the news?"

"Follow your path."

"Satou-san?" Yoshihara Naoki tilted his head and looked over there.

"Yes."

"Then it's good that Sato-san just told me that Haruna-chan just got a little close to a boy." Naoki Yoshihara said, heartbroken.

Natsume Zehei and Takatomi Yamato looked at each other, neither knowing what to say.

Fortunately, the bell rang, interrupting the chat of several people.

Konda Yumiko walked in with a large pile of things and reminded everyone in the audience to start the class meeting.

"The theme of today's class meeting is the sports festival starting next Wednesday." She turned around and wrote various items on the blackboard. "Everyone can actively sign up, the most important thing is to participate."

"report!"

"Say."

"Can I not participate?"

"Do you want to taste the iron fist of the teacher?"

"."

Everyone in the audience was silent, looking around.

Only the old god Natsume Zeping was there, and his medical records were shown to Yumiko Konda, who would not embarrass him in this regard.

"First of all, it's 50 meters, 100 meters." Yumiko Konda looked around and found that the people below were not active.

Because it is a liberal arts class, there are more girls, which is understandable.

In the end, she could only call names and let a few girls from the sports department participate.

(End of this chapter)