Academy City Temperature Control

Natsume-san couldn't get angry even if he wanted to. No matter how you looked at it, it was a good thing that his student dormitory and club received donations.

Chapter 3 The Elevator of Progress

Okay, that’s all for today’s annoying questions.

After a busy day, don't think about those inexplicable things.

All she needs to do tomorrow is ask Uiharu to investigate the source of the funds. She has a team of hackers that Academy City is proud of beside her.

Thinking about it this way, you don’t actually need to take it too seriously.

Dinner time in Shengtuliao has passed, and it's not time to go to bed yet.

Feeling a little bored, Natsume Sonoko ran to 208 next door to visit, but after just knocking on the door a few times, she found that Misaka-senpai and the others hadn't come yet.

Although Natsume-san is a little worried about Misaka-senpai because she has obtained some information, at least there is a space mobile presence around her, and her safety is guaranteed.

"Tsuchimikado-kun, you haven't gone back yet."

After standing in front of dormitory 208 for a while, the sound of brisk footsteps came from behind Natsume-san.

Looking back, I saw it was a little maid with a broad forehead.

If she followed the normal schedule of maid ladies, after finishing a full day of field study at Tokiwadai Middle School, this outstanding maid named Tsuchimikado Maika would be on her way home.

"What a coincidence, Natsume, Misaka and the others aren't here."

Tsuchimikado's face seemed a little happy, and even the names he called him became much more affectionate.

"They weren't even here. They said they were coming back first, but it turned out they were later than me."

"But does Tsuchimikado-san have anything to do with them?"

Natsume-san couldn't help but complain a bit before continuing.

"It's actually nothing."

"Natsume-san, do you still remember the open day of Rakuten Home Economics Girls' School?"

Suddenly holding out a finger, Tsuchimikado Maika asked seriously.

"Hey, of course I remember, your school's food festival...no, it's an open day."

Natsume-san's memory suddenly began to flash back, as if he had returned to the distant past.

I remember that a long time ago, Natsume-san asked his married senior sister to get an invitation card for the open day of Dazzling Home Economics School.

In one day, you can eat all you can eat delicious food from all over the world, and you don’t have to pay. Just thinking about it makes me feel very happy.

Not only the intern maids from that school, but also the regular maids who are already working will show up to learn from each other and promote each other until they produce various luminous legendary dishes.

In comparison, Natsume-san's previous Midsummer Festival was too ordinary, and their standards in all aspects were not as good as those of professional maids.

The invitation card was previously placed in the belly of his own stuffed bear. Due to the improper storage method, it had several corners folded. Natsume-san then put it in the box and found a notebook. Clamped.

Talking about this considerate storage method, you can know how much Natsume-san cared about it at that time.

However, too many things have happened recently, and Natsume-san's mind has been involved in other things.

"This year's opening day has been moved up a week, probably a few days after the Daihasei Festival."

Tsuchimikado-san said with some enthusiasm.

Just like normal students, holding activities in their own school is a joyful thing, completely unlike the behavior of a certain meatball head at the Midsummer Festival.

Not to mention laziness, the whole person is a bit weak and his attitude is extremely perfunctory.

He had a similar attitude towards the Daiha Star Festival, as if he was reluctant to be forced.

However, Natsume-san became extremely enthusiastic about other school activities, or things like the opening ceremony of the space elevator.

From this point of view, Natsume-san still has a heart that likes to join in the fun under her quiet appearance.

"Is it really true?"

Life has been a bit difficult to describe recently. Fortunately, after Natsume got her new desk, she heard another piece of great news, and she became a little excited.

"Of course, I'm just here to give Misaka an invitation card. Natsume-san has it herself, so she doesn't need to occupy my invitation quota."

Holding an exquisite invitation card in his hand, Tsuchimikado said seriously.

Just like the Tokiwadai Midsummer Festival, each student has a certain invitation quota.

In addition, Dazzling Home Economics School will also issue invitation cards to all walks of life several months in advance. Natsume's invitation card was received by air after her marriage.

"Don't you have one, Shirai-san?" Natsume-san suddenly became curious.

"Shirai?"

"Speaking of it, she let me down during the Midsummer Festival last time and said she had no appetite for the strawberry cake I made. I remember it clearly. The most important thing is that the patient should have a good rest."

Suddenly, with her hands on her hips, the little maid Tsuchimikado said seriously, with a trace of the maid's self-respect appearing all over her body.

Last night, the strawberry cake Shirai-san got was the work of a certain little maid, and it seemed that Tsuchimikado-san who was wandering around the restaurant heard it.

"Indeed, the cakes made by Mingming Tsuchimikado are so delicious."

Natsume-san nodded in agreement, and Natsume-san also felt that Shirai-san was unable to understand the true meaning of food.

As a senior food connoisseur, Natsume said that food is the elevator of human progress.

"By the way, do Tsuchimikado-san still have any extra spots?"

Ignoring the tragic experience of moving in a certain space, Natsume-san thought of something else.

"Let me do the math, Misaka, Kamijou Touma, Index, idiot brother, there seems to be two left."

"Can you give me one?"

Blinking, Natsume-san said expectantly.

"Are you going to give it to someone else?" the little maid muttered.

"It's Chongfu-san." Marukotou responded.

"Shigefuku? She's the new transfer student. Speaking of which, she's a second-year student. Natsume-san, you should call her senpai."

Tsuchimikado Maixia keenly discovered the existence of the problem.

"This is not important. Anyway, I'm leaving it to you."

"Hmm~~, okay then. After all, Natsume-san lent me so many comics."

Tsuchimikado-san's tone was still the same leisurely.

Slowly, she reached into the pocket of her maid uniform and found another invitation card.

"Great, I bought some new comics here. Do you want to read them, Tsuchimikado-san?" This was the voice of Natsume-san.

The moon was sparse, and the lights in the corridor seemed to be burnt.

Some deals are hidden in the dark corners of Academy City.

With their backs to the dazzling lights, the two girls who were whispering finally reached some kind of shameful deal.

Adhering to the principle of equal exchange, a girl who always likes to widen her eyes to express surprise received an invitation card, and a girl who always had big eyes smiled happily while holding a pile of comics.

Congratulations, everyone is happy.

After placing the invitation card for the open day at the door of dormitory 208, and specifically stating that it was for a certain railgun, the figure of the maid gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.

And a certain guy knocked on the door of dormitory 215. After waiting for a long time, there was some movement inside.

As a neighbor on the same floor, a visually impaired lady opened the door playfully.

"Natsume-san, I'm sorry, I was just listening to music."

A trace of embarrassment appeared on his face, Chongfu Shengfan blushed and took off an earphone and said.

Judging from the melody playing in the headphones, it seems to be Narugo-senpai's singing voice.

"Classmate Chongfu is also listening to Alyssa's song?"

Natsume-san said happily.

"Well, I suddenly feel that Alyssa's singing can make people calm down. Even some fast songs feel good." Chongfu Shengfan nodded and said.

"That's what I thought too. This is for you."

A smile appeared on his face, and after finishing speaking, Natsume-san handed over the invitation card in his hand.

"Open Day of Dazzling Home Economics Girls' School."

"This is given to you by Tsuchimikado-san."

"Tsuchimikado-kun?"

Classmate Chongfu looked a little confused and didn't know much about a certain little maid.

"She's the maid with a round face, who is meticulous every day, has a pleasant tone of voice, and likes to commute to get off work on a cleaning robot."

After carefully recalling Tsuchimikado's characteristics, Natsume Sonoko said matter-of-factly.

"It turned out to be her."

A hint of surprise appeared on Chongfu Shengfan's face. If he mentioned the cleaning robot, the image would become richer.

The cleaning robot, the little maid, and the strange life forms that keep spinning are impressive.

As for a certain meatball head who frequently uses invisibility, he is rarely witnessed.

Chapter 3 A balanced city

"Uiharu, has the investigation been completed?"

In a certain discipline committee branch that has not yet completed all reconstruction work, Natsume-san is sitting comfortably on his new desk.

Feeling a little restless, Natsume Sonoko took out some black tea from Uiharu's inventory, and enjoyed the leisure time on Sunday afternoon with Uiharu.

Unlike other people whose desks were piled with documents and all kinds of messy things, there was only an empty ceramic teacup on her desk.

"That's almost it, but Natsume-san really cares so much about the identity of the donor?"

Uiharu took a sip of black tea and stared at her new computer.

Through the donation information and transfer records provided by Natsume, Uiharu had almost found out the information about the donor behind the scenes.

"Of course I care. If someone suddenly showed up and silently donated a large amount of money to the student dormitory and the club in his own name, and then didn't tell you who it was, Uiharu would definitely be in trouble."

Natsume-san stretched his hands forward, lying on his desk, tilting his head and looking in the direction of Uiharu, adapting to the hard-won office life.

As a disciplinary committee member who barely had an office, she hadn't thought about what she should do with her desk.

"It seems so."

Uiharu nodded in agreement.

"We have just found out that both transfers of funds were through First Bank, but the initial flow of the funds came from a trust company."

"Trust company?"

"Well, the shares behind it all belong to the Star Orbit Gate Society, which means that this trust company is one of the subordinate industries of the Star Orbit Gate Society."

It seemed that a surprising result had been obtained, Uiharu said with some uncertainty.

However, no matter how she tested it, Uiharu couldn't find any major problems. This was the final result of what she found.

The name of Star Orbit Gate Company is surprising because the president of this company is that goth lolita Retili.

In previous incidents, this company was greatly affected, and almost all operations on the surface were stopped.

As one of the core assets, the Universe Elevator has also been shut down indefinitely. It can be said that it is facing the bad luck of bankruptcy and reorganization again.

But it is completely unreasonable for such a company to suddenly fund a certain man who maliciously knocked out its president.

No matter what, he couldn't figure out the problem inside, so Uiharu covered his head in confusion.

"If that's the case, there's only one possibility."

I couldn't help but raise my chin and think about it. A certain ball head thought about something.

A company that is about to go bankrupt will not make such a suicidal move. The only possibility is the instruction of the company boss.

Two stone-like things were taken out from Leitili's body before, so the money was actually his surgery fee.