Natsume-kun just wants to live

Chapter 395 Before Christmas ([-])

After the cultural festival, the weather is getting colder and colder.

In late December, while waiting for the green light on the street, you can see the white gas exhaled by pedestrians.

Natsume got out of the tram full of passengers, looked at the street like snow, but not the drizzle of snow, and pulled the scarf.

He doesn't like winter.

Not to mention the cold, it costs a lot of money for heating, and it is troublesome to sweep the snow in front of the door.

Natsume Zehei, who doesn't like sports, has slowly dissipated over time, but the disgust engraved in his bones will never go away.

He shook his head, held up the big black umbrella, and disappeared into the vast crowd.

When we arrived at the school, there were very few people.

As a student on duty, arriving at school an hour early is quite dedicated.

Ten minutes later, the classroom door opened, and Takatomi Yamato came in from the outside: "Morning, Natsume."

"morning."

The two chatted for a while, opened the window, waited for the stale air in the classroom to come out, and then started cleaning.

"Christmas is coming soon."

Takatomi Yamato said while wiping the blackboard.

Next to him, Natsume Zehei was sweeping the floor, "How many more days?"

"Ten days."

"When is the final exam? It should be soon, right?"

"Tomorrow, can you forget all this?" Takatomi Yamato glanced at him.

"It's been a long time since I took the exam." Natsume dumped the trash into the trash can, "I haven't paid attention to it."

"Are you showing off? Absolutely?" Takatomi Yamato said dissatisfied.

"It's simply forgotten."

"How about going out to play?" Takatomi Yamato asked.

Before Natsume could answer, Yoshihara Naoki came in from the outside, "What's the point of going out with boys on Christmas, of course I'm looking for girls."

Bitter rain was blowing inside in the wind, and both of them felt chilly behind their backs.

"Wait, wait! Can you close the door while you're talking!" Takatomi Yamato was shivering from the cold.

"Oh, sorry." Naoki Yoshihara smiled, closed the door, and looked at Natsume: "I heard that Sato-san organized a Christmas party?"

"It was decided a long time ago, and now I don't know how the plan is going." Natsume recalled.

In the past few days, Yumi left the club and went to cram school, so she didn't have time to chat with her at all.

"I also want to have a girlfriend to arrange a Christmas party." Takatomi Yamato said next to him.

Natsume weighed the trash can, "What is the student's duty, Takatomi-kun?"

"in love."

"Please apologize to the class teacher and the teachers of each subject now."

"It doesn't matter, they can't hear it anyway." He said with a smile.

"Anyway, on Christmas Eve, I should go out with girls in my class." Naoki Yoshihara said.

"Yoshihara is right." Takatomi Yamato was thoughtful.

'Wow.'

Several girls opened the door and entered, and saw several people greeted: "Good morning, Yoshihara, Natsume."

"Good morning."

"Are you talking about Christmas just now?" A girl poked her head and asked.

Her voice is very soft, like a feather mosuo gently in the ear.

"Well, I'm thinking about where to go, do you have any suggestions?"

As expected of Gao Chen, he just thought of asking the girl to give her opinion in a split second, and then he invited it as a matter of course.

It's a pity that he is not very popular in the class, and he has been targeted by Miss Sato, so few girls talk to him.

The two of them looked at each other, smiled awkwardly, and then shook their heads: "Sorry, we don't know."

The short-haired girl who started the conversation walked towards the three of them.

"I don't recommend it, but I have heard some news."

"News? What's that?" Yoshihara Naoki looked at her.

"Have you heard that there are activities everywhere on Christmas Eve, and they are quite grand." She put her bag on the chair, straightened her pantyhose, and said while sitting at the table.

Her words caught Natsume's attention, he turned his head and said, "What's in Tokyo?"

"Tokyo? Shopping discounts, large-scale singing and dancing performances... Well, probably gone." Kajiura Ryoka said to herself.

After she finished speaking, she stared straight at Natsume: "Does Natsume have a plan? Do you want me to give advice?"

"His girlfriend will arrange it, and Kajiura-san can consider us." Takatomi Yamato stepped in from the middle and smiled.

"Hey girlfriend." Kajiura Ryoka covered her mouth, "Yumi really is"

Natsume bowed his head and apologized, then went to take out the trash.

When he left the classroom, he vaguely heard discussions coming from inside, but he didn't pay attention.

Walking through the promenade and coming to the atrium without glass, a cold wind blows head-on.

Taking out the garbage is probably the most annoying thing about being a day student in winter, Natsume thought so.

When he was approaching the club, he met Yu Gonghui.

She was wearing a white windbreaker, with slender and loose black pantyhose under the long skirt, and her small face was a little red from the wind.

"I heard people say that when it rains so much in the morning in winter, you have to eat hot pot in the afternoon." Natsume walked up naturally.

"Where did you hear that?" Yu Gonghui glanced at him.

"Have you seen Dragon Ball? There is a character named Kelin in it, who is Japanese."

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Yu Gonghui breathed into the air, the heat lingered for a long time, and it was visible to the naked eye.

As for what Natsume was saying, she didn't care.

This person is usually very serious, but he always likes to talk nonsense when he is around him. It doesn't matter if he doesn't listen to some words.

The two entered the club building from the corridor. Because Natsume had to take out the garbage, he had to walk a little further to the back of the school building.

"Wait." Yu Gonghui stopped him.

"Huh?" Natsume turned around.

She fumbled in her clothes and passed a piece of bread over.

Strawberry Sandwich Bread.

"What are you doing?" Natsume was a little surprised.

"Isn't that always the case in movies?" she said.

Seeing that Natsume didn't understand, Amamiya Hui explained to him: "The lazy beggars surround the beautiful young lady, begging for food."

"You think I'm here to eat?" Natsume raised his eyebrows.

"Isn't it?" she asked with a smile.

"It can be." Natsume put it away.

"Bread eaten by rich people must be very expensive."

"I asked the driver to buy this from a roadside shop." Yu Gonghui said.

"That's okay, Hui sent it to me as a souvenir."

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Yu Gonghui rubbed her little face cutely, turned around and walked to the fourth floor.

His skin is getting thicker and thicker.

Before the end of the term, many clubs were closed.

When school is over, students either study by themselves in the classroom or go to cram schools.

Natsume Zehei came out of the library, holding in his hand "Thick Black Studies" that he had borrowed in April this year but hadn't finished reading.

There was a commotion in the line, Natsume just turned on the phone and saw the noisy chat group.

Logically speaking, the support group has no activities after the cultural festival, and it should be on the verge of disbanding.

Unexpectedly, not only did these people not retreat, but they were actively planning the next event.

Just like now, the group is discussing whether to have a dinner together before the end of the term.

One message after another came up. These people should have been studying hard in the counseling room, but now they all gathered together to discuss the itinerary in a few days.

Tamago: "Natsume, Amamiya-san, are you free in two days?"

Natsume: "Yes, I'm free."

Yuzi: "Where is Yu Gong? She doesn't seem to be checking her phone, can you ask for everyone?"

Natsume: "Probably in the Department of Mysteries, I'll ask."

Saying that, Natsume Zehei turned off the phone, but it rang again not long after.

Kodera-san looks very weak and gentle.In fact, he has a fiery personality, and he feels uneasy without a certain number.

So she called.

"What's the matter?" Xia Mu asked.

"Could student Yu Gong come? She was sick and didn't go to the dinner last time. We don't want to have any regrets this time." She asked.

"Student Kodera should ask her about this matter instead of me. My name is Natsume Zehei." Natsume joked immediately.

Kodera Yuko sat in the classroom and looked out, and happened to see Natsume Zehei walking by the side of the road: "As long as you tell her, Amamiya-san will think about it carefully."

"I know."

"Then please."

"By the way, when is the dinner party?" Natsume looked up and met Yuko Kodera by the window.

"The afternoon after the exam." She turned her face away in embarrassment, staring at the unfinished math problems on the table.

"Then I won't bother you."

"Well, come on!"

After Kodera Yuko finished speaking, she put down her phone, stared at the test paper and took a deep breath.

The Ghost Department is quiet.

The light and shadow of the setting sun pass through the gaps in the pages of the book, and are lightly printed on the table.

The kettle is bubbling, with ground coffee powder and sugar cubes next to it, and whipped cream next to it.

When Natsume came in, Megumi Amamiya was sleeping.

She was lying on the sofa like a cat, her hair was scattered like crabapple flowers. From a distance, she looked like a caricature painted in color.

Hearing footsteps, Amamiya Hui rubbed her eyes, looked up at Natsume, and closed her eyes again.

"Don't sleep yet." Natsume sat down beside her.

"What are you doing?" Yu Gonghui lowered her head and buried herself in the sofa.

"Have you read the news in the chat group?"

"No."

"They said they were going to have a dinner, and it will be the afternoon of the day after tomorrow."

"Oh."

Yu Gonghui yawned and closed his eyes to answer.

Natsume looked at Hui Meili's side face and the fair neck under the long hair, only feeling pleasing to the eye.

"Oh, what do you mean? Are you going?"

"Depends on your mood," she said.

"Mood? This is not acceptable. I promised others, and I must persuade you to come over." Natsume turned her head, looking at the ground coffee and the tools beside her.

In order to drink good coffee, this man paid a lot of money to buy all the machines.

Natsume, who used to work in a coffee shop, began to recall the process.

Filter out the coffee liquid, froth the milk, latte art is strange, what is missing?
Forget it, it doesn't matter.

"Don't sleep yet, Hui."

Natsume pushed Megumi Amamiya.

"Don't touch me" she kicked the blanket dissatisfied.

After a while, Yu Gonghui, who was no longer sleepy, sat up from the sofa and pointed to the cup.

Natsume brought her over and added some hot water.

Amamiya Kei looked at her phone while drinking, and when she finished looking through the records of the chat group, she put it down and looked at Natsume unkindly:

"Member Natsume, you came here to disturb my sleep just because of such a boring thing?"

"No, and it's not for this purpose. I just don't have a place to read, so I came here to sit." Natsume said holding up the borrowed book.

"I think it's fake to call me, so take the opportunity to chat with me, and see my face is the main purpose, right?" Yu Gonghui said bluntly.

"When will you be able to guess other people's thoughts without looking at their faces?" Natsume showed a look of fear, "Could it be that Hui has the ability to eavesdrop on people's hearts?"

"What are you fantasizing about?"

Yu Gonghui pressed her face helplessly and angrily, "It's so childish, how much do you like me?"

"Like? What nonsense are you talking about?! When did I say I like you? There is a limit to excess self-awareness!" Natsume was like a cat whose hair has exploded.

"Ah, you greet me when you see me in the morning, and you still come to my place if you don't go home after school in the afternoon after picking up your books."

Amamiya Hui smiled confidently, "Your thoughts are too easy to guess, member Natsume."

"Whatever you say." Natsume snorted, and returned to his place to read a book.

"Just keep talking hard. Sooner or later, you will kneel in front of me and beg me to marry you."

"Wait, it's okay to get married? What does kneeling mean?"

"After admitting defeat, you no longer have human rights, member Natsume." Amamiya Hui looked at him, "Of course, if you admit defeat in advance, I can agree with you to stand."

Natsume shook her head, "My mother once left me a word, and I still use it now, that is, the more beautiful a woman is, the more deceitful she is."

"Huh?" Yu Gonghui laughed, "So, you refused?"

"I won't say a word until my lawyer arrives!" Natsume avoided the topic by pretending to be confused.

Yu Gonghui smiled contemptuously, took out her mobile phone, and sent a message to everyone in the support group.

"So generous?" Natsume glanced at the text message, "You actually invited everyone to dinner."

"In the final analysis, the activities of the cultural festival are still for the Spiritual Department, and there is no benefit for them to help." Yu Gonghui said.

Natsume nodded: "The eldest lady found by conscience is still saved."

"What nonsense are you talking about, hurry up and pour me coffee." Yu Gonghui gave him a dissatisfied look.

"Wait, aren't you awake? Why do you want me to come!"

"I'm sleepy again. Is this an acceptable reason, member Natsume?" Amamiya Hui lay back and leaned on the sofa.

"Why do you come to sleep during the day?" Natsume was a little surprised.

"It's the end of the year, and the company is very busy. Member Natsume thinks I'm you? I'm idle every day, flirting with girls." Yu Gonghui said with her eyes closed.

"I admit being idle, but flirting is definitely not a thing!"

"coffee."

"immediately."

The process of making coffee, Natsume recalled it in his brain, and then started to operate.

A few minutes later, when Natsume handed it to Yu Gonghui, she fell asleep again.

Looking at her sleepy face, Natsume put the coffee on the table and squatted down beside the sofa.

Today, he is no longer the dying Natsume.

She's not that arrogant young lady
No, arrogance is for sure, but definitely treats others differently when you're around yourself.

Natsume Zeping watched for a while, his thoughts gradually drifted away, and he didn't even know that the girl woke up.

"If you want to go to prison, I'll arrange for someone to clean your cell right now." Her gaze was meaningful.

"Forgive my rudeness, Minister."

"Please tell the police about this."

After all, Yu Gonghui sat up from the sofa, as if avoiding an idiot, far away from him a lot.

Natsume didn't dare to speak too much.

He didn't realize it until he got home.

Hui at that time seemed a little unnatural, like... shy?

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(End of this chapter)