Evil schoolgirl stalks me

"Oh……"

It's strange no matter how you think about it, the student council approved Yukiyo Sakura's application despite being identified as the murderer of the former head of the reasoning department.

Some kind of deal?

However, Natsume Yayoi was not interested in the content of the transaction. He was interested in another thing.

"Sister."

"Ok?"

"What if the Reasoning Department can't find a new instructor?"

Yukiyo Sakura's hand stroking the tea cup paused.

"That way, you don't have to worry about how to carry out club activities."

"Isn't it a club activity to read books every day? Does this still need to be considered?"

"Sometimes we deal with other things. We have to prove the value of the Reasoning Department in order to survive."

"Oh……"

Therefore, for Yukiyo Sakura who wanted the club to survive, Nomura Ken died too early...

pat!

The sound of breaking porcelain suddenly reached their ears.

Yukiyo Sakura frowned.

Then, she picked up the boring book on the coffee table, spread it on her lap, and started reading again.

Natsume Yayoi ran into the kitchen.

Fujiwara Kaori squatted on the ground, clenching her hands and frowning slightly.

"Teacher, are you okay?"

Hearing Natsume Yayoi's voice, Fujiwara Kaori stood up hurriedly and put her hands behind her back, "Well, I, I didn't break the plate, and I didn't hurt my hand..."

As she spoke, her feet secretly pushed aside the pieces of the plate on the floor.

"Want to help with the ingredients?"

"Huh? No need, I can do it alone."

"Just think of it as a reward for hosting me for dinner. Please let me help," Natsume Yayoi bowed.

After some hesitation, Fujiwara Kaori agreed.

"Then, that's troublesome."

"Doesn't the wound need to be treated?"

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." The woman waved her hand subconsciously, and then she realized it and hurriedly retracted her hand, "I, I didn't hurt my hand."

Facing his direct gaze, Fujiwara Kaori's tone became weaker and weaker.

After a moment, she looked away and whispered: "The medical kit is in the cabinet under the TV, please."

Perhaps, I didn’t want to get along with my senior, so I asked myself to get the medical kit.

Natsume Yayoi guessed.

Returning to the living room and finding the medical kit, Natsume Yayoi looked at the girl reading on the sofa and suddenly thought of something.

He originally thought that Fujiwara Kaori was trying to get more clues from her senior sister, so she spoke to persuade them to stay.

But judging from the fact that she just refused to share the living room with her senior sister, her guess was not correct.

So, what Kaori Fujiwara really wants to save is herself?

He found disinfectant cotton and Kizuna bandage ointment from the medical kit, returned to the kitchen, and stretched out his hand to Fujiwara Kaori.

(ps: trip bandage, liquid band-aid)

"Give me your hand."

Fujiwara Kaori carefully placed her hand in his.

She had a complicated look on her face as she looked at the boy who was carefully treating her finger wound.

"Natsume-san."

"Ok?"

"Why do you want to join the reasoning department?"

"I want to find out the truth behind Nomura-sensei's death."

"If so, please be extremely careful."

"I will. Wait a few minutes for the wound to dry completely."

"Ah."

Letting go of her tender, boneless hand, Natsume Yayoi began to look at the kitchen.

Whether it is the range hood, the gas stove, or the cabinet where the dishes are stored, it seems that they have not been used much.

The diced carrots on the chopping board were chopped into pieces, and there was even half a carrot cut off directly in the trash can.

There are various signs that Fujiwara Kaori is not good at cooking at all.

"Fujiwara-sensei."

"what's up?"

"If I'm not good at cooking, would I feel embarrassed if I broke a plate, accidentally hurt my hand, and was seen by students?"

"Eh?!" Fujiwara Kaori subconsciously took a step back, "It's not like that. Everyone has something they are good at and something they are not good at. There is no such thing!"

Although what she said was reasonable, judging from her evasive eyes and reddish pretty face, it was obvious that she was right.

Natsume Yayoi nodded.

"Indeed. Everyone has things they are good at and things they are not good at."

"Right, right!"

"So, Fujiwara-sensei who takes the initiative to do things that he is not good at is very powerful."

Fujiwara Kaori's expression was stunned.

The wound on the fingertip began to hurt slightly.

Chapter 7 The extremely smart elementary school aunt! ?

After leaving the place that I don’t know whether to call [Yukishiro’s house] or [Fujiwara’s house], Natsume Yayoi and Yukiyo Sakura got on the same train.

Because the two of them live very close to each other, they naturally go home in the same direction.

At the station near the end of the journey, Yukiyo Sakura stood up and said goodbye to Natsume Yayoi.

"Junior, I'm here."

"I send you."

As soon as Natsume Yayoi stood up, Yukiyo Sakura shook her head.

"You look very bad. It's better to go back and rest early."

The girl walked out of the car and waved to Natsume Yayoi.

After the car door closed, Natsume Yayoi leaned back and breathed out slowly.

The discomfort in my stomach came in waves.

Fujiwara Kaori’s cooking skills are as expected, and it’s hard to describe in just one word.

However, the senior sister also obviously ate Mr. Fujiwara’s cooking, so why wasn’t there anything strange about it?

Are you used to it?

Or is it more tolerant of pain?

"what--"

Natsume Yayoi let out a medium-long sigh.

Although he knew it was useless, he still prayed in his heart that the tram would arrive at the station soon.

At least, get out of the car before vomiting

pat!

Throwing the empty plastic bottle into the trash can at the door of the convenience store, Natsume let out a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, wouldn’t it be better to advise Mr. Fujiwara not to challenge areas that he is not good at?

But isn’t telling a woman that she has no talent for cooking the same as a death sentence?

He was thinking wildly as he walked home along the sidewalk illuminated by warm street lights.

"Hu-hu-hu-"

The girl's heavy breathing sounded in my ears.

Looking along the sound, Natsume Yayoi saw a little girl holding on to a telephone pole and gasping for air.

The girl is short in stature and wears a mini uniform skirt. Next to her, there are two large shopping bags full of products.

Natsume Yayoi looked back and forth. The sidewalk was empty, and it didn't look like anyone would come to pick her up.

So, he walked up and asked, "Excuse me, do you need help?"

Hearing the sound, the girl took out a tissue and wiped the sweat from her cheeks, then raised her head.

Natsume Yayoi saw her face clearly.

She was lightly applying makeup but her childishness remained, and her bright eyes shone in the light of the street lamp.

Just seeing her face now makes one feel that she will grow into an extremely beautiful woman in the future.