Natsume-kun just wants to live

Chapter 251 Sports Festival (8)

In the evening, the sun sets.

There was a bit of wind in the school, and the leaves rustled, but it was still a bit stuffy.

No matter how you think about it, this kind of weather is not suitable for sports except swimming.

However, even the swimming pool is not open today.

"See you tomorrow, Suzune."

"See you tomorrow!"

Coming out of the radio station, saying goodbye to Miyagawa Suzune, Natsume Zehei packed his things and went home.

Tonight's plan is to review, and then to read books, and in addition, to choose a maid outfit.

Natsume Zeping remembered this incident very clearly, unless he lost his memory in a car accident, he would always remember it in his heart.

At present, he has already chosen the style of the maid's outfit. It is a white dress with patterns embroidered on the chest, the skirt is short to the thigh, and the back is even more exposed, with a large area of ​​skin visible.

The only difficulty is persuading Yu Gonghui to wear it.

Another difficulty is how not to get beaten when persuading her to wear a maid outfit.

I went to the classroom to get my bag, and I didn't forget to go to the supernatural department on the way to get the hardcover book I didn't finish reading at noon.

Whether it is a light novel or a masterpiece, if you stop halfway through, it will make Natsume very uncomfortable.

For example, in the book he read at noon, part of the content was "For some reason, the eldest lady became a maid of a certain boy—" This passage was very attractive to Natsume, so he decided to read this part and study it all night .

The strange thing is that the packaging of this book has been torn off, indicating that Yu Gonghui has read it before, and I don't know what she thinks. Find a chance to ask, and I don't know if something will happen.

'Ding dong.'

A text message came from the mobile phone, which seemed to be from the minister.

As soon as Natsume Zehei turned it on, the phone turned off because it ran out of battery.

After a few glances, he felt that the phone was targeting him.

However, because he had no money to buy a new one, Natsume gave up on throwing it in the river.

Coming out of the school, the black car parked at the school gate looked familiar.

Natsume Zehei stopped, and began to wonder if the woman was not going to pretend and was going to kill him to silence him—these were just fantasies, after all, Hui sent him a message just now, so she must be looking for herself.

After the lights came on twice, the door opened automatically.

"Today shouldn't be the day to go to the hospital, so it has nothing to do with seeing a doctor." With this in mind, Natsume got into the car.

"Good afternoon, Minister." He greeted.

"so slow."

With a book in her hand, Amamiya Hui cast a glance at Natsume.

"Slow? The minister didn't tell me what to do!"

"Didn't you see the message?"

"The phone is out of battery—" Natsume Zehei took it out for her to see.

She sighed, "Let's change it sometime."

"Miss—" the driver asked softly.

"Walk."

"I see."

"Where are we going?" Natsume Zehei asked.

"Think about it carefully, if you can't figure it out, it's Tokyo Bay." Amamiya Hui glanced at him.

"—Dance training?" Natsume Zeping speculated.

"It's not as stupid as I thought." Yu Gonghui looked away.

Natsume Zeping heaved a sigh of relief, and he was fooled by something casually, and it turned out to be the right one.

Last week's dance training was actually carried out again afterwards.However, at that time Natsume thought that Yu Gonghui was satisfied, so he didn't mention it again.

The car moves at a steady and orderly speed.

Although the air conditioner was turned on, Natsume insisted on opening the window, blowing the weak and sultry evening wind in Tokyo.

I don't have any other ideas, like literary ones - I want to watch the sunset in Tokyo in the evening, or remember the past youth.

It was simply because it was too cold inside the car, so I opened the windows to neutralize it.

The airflow circled around inside the car, blowing up Yugong Hui's black hair and falling on the book.

She clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, and looked at it coldly. The book on Natsume's lap attracted Yu Gonghui's attention.

Her face froze for a moment, then quickly returned to calm.

Natsume turned her head to see that her gaze was wrong, so she looked down.

"Well, this is from your bookshelf."

"Who told you to take it indiscriminately." Yu Gonghui's eyes seemed to kill.

"I swear, I am only interested in the content and plot of the book, and have no idea of ​​implementing it in reality." Natsume Zeping looked serious.

Yu Gonghui sighed, and stretched out his hand: "Bring it here, show me."

"." Natsume stared at the bookmark a few times, hesitating.

"hurry up."

"Um"

Taking it from Natsume, Megumi Amamiya turned to the place where the bookmark was recorded, and said softly:
"Now, that plateau girl in a white dress is kneeling in front of me, staring at me with disgust, but she has no choice but to give in. At this moment, a secret and secretly happy thought arises in my heart."

The driver in the front seat shook, but his hands holding the steering wheel were still steady.

After driving the car for more than ten years, why hasn't he seen such a big storm?

Only today, the uncle driver is convinced by one person—although that person is also panicked now.

"I can explain."

"Tell me." Yu Gonghui's eyes flickered with a dangerous light.

"Ringtone—" Natsume Zehei blinked, "I used Miyagawa-san as a template!"

Yu Gonghui was taken aback for a moment, "Her?"

"That's right, because Suzune fits the image of Kaolin Flower in the novel, and isn't she usually very serious, so..."

Yu Gonghui rubbed the center of her brows, "I see, you should stop talking about your perverted desires."

"...Obviously it was requested by the minister."

"Ok?"

"No, nothing." After Natsume Zehei finished speaking, he closed the car window.

"Also, don't allow any more thoughts from just now."

"understand!"

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Natsume Zehei came out of the room after taking a shower.

Yu Gonghui's training ended at ten o'clock, and then it was free time.

During this period of time, Natsume Zehei took the time to review, and by the way, played Werewolf with Takatomi Yamato and Yoshihara Naoki—the book was confiscated by Amamiya Megumi, so he didn't read it.

Now I'm out, just because I'm hungry, so I want to find something to eat.

Passing the corridor, the light in Yu Gonghui's bedroom was still on.

Because he was worried that the minister would be hungry at night, he kindly knocked on the door: "Minister, do you want to have supper together?"

"...not going."

"Really don't want it? I heard from the maid that tonight's supper is matcha cake."

A few seconds later, the bedroom door opened.

Yu Gonghui was wearing a pink nightdress, first sighed helplessly, and then said softly:

"Let's go."

Natsume Zehei gave her a funny look, "So I'm really hungry."

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With a cold face, Yu Gonghui turned around and was about to close the door.

"Hey—wait!" Natsume Zehei blocked the door with his body, "I want to eat! Minister, please don't close the door."

Yu Gonghui folded her arms, stared at his face for a few times, and smiled condescendingly, "Say it again."

"Can you have a supper with me, minister."

"Since you're begging me so much, I'll take a trip with member Natsume as much as I can."

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Pass the garden and walk along the wooden corridor.

It was late at night, and the surroundings were silent, only the street lamps and the warm yellow light in the room added a little light to the surroundings.

Natsume Zehei listened carefully to the sound of 'Scared Deer' knocking bamboo, turned his head and asked, "What activities did the minister participate in?"

"5000 meters."

"Can you run?"

"Who are you underestimating?"

"No, I just think it's a little strange—it shouldn't be in line with the minister's personality to participate in the sports festival."

Yu Gonghui was silent for a while, "I was sleeping at the time, and I was in a daze."

"No need to go on, I probably understand what's going on!"

"If it gets out," she looked at Natsume with a half-smile.

"Absolutely, absolutely will not spread!"

After Natsume Zehei finished speaking, he asked again: "Is the minister planning to really participate tomorrow?"

"En." Yu Gonghui nodded slowly, and said in a natural tone: "Since I agreed, there is no reason to go back on my word."

"Like a maid outfit?"

"Like a maid pretending?" Amamiya Kei was startled for a moment, then looked at Natsume suspiciously.

"I just said it casually."

"Really." Yu Gonghui was noncommittal, paused, and said softly: "The day after tomorrow."

"What day after tomorrow?"

"What you said just now, come to me the night after tomorrow."

After speaking, she walked into the restaurant and took a matcha cake from the maid.

Natsume Zehei stood there and speculated for a while, and it took him a long time to react.

"Huh? Is this true?!"

"Fake." She snorted and changed her words.

"But the minister said it himself just now." Natsume Zehei sat down beside her.

"Is there? I don't have any impression." Amamiya Hui smiled, "If Natsume's head is full of color waste, I don't mind asking a doctor to wash your brain."

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(End of this chapter)