Academy City Temperature Control

As a person who is not short of money, Natsume often buys things she likes and collects them. This is one of her many hobbies.

If you like something like this, you can't change it once you like it.

If aliens exist in this world, Natsume-san may develop a new hobby of observing aliens.

The wind chimes at the door of the store rang, and Natsume-san immediately entered the noisy environment on the other side of the road.

There were people coming and going on the sidewalk, but there seemed to be an empty space in sight.

"Please, you two, this is my lifelong request."

A boy's voice seemed to be heard in his ears.

"Sure enough, comparing them with each other, Kirioka's uniform is more suitable for female junior high school students."

There were some whispers, and the boy obviously wanted to lower his voice, but it sounded no different from reading loudly.

"What a strange person, let's leave quickly."

"Well, the security situation is really not very good recently."

Just a few steps out of the door, Natsume-san's attention was attracted by someone in the hollow area.

"Please don't leave, I have something else to say, I only need 30 seconds."

Two girls wearing Kirioka school uniforms had to stop because they were stopped by a boy with blue hair and earrings.

Wearing a white shirt that can be seen everywhere, with a slightly strange smile on his face, he put one hand on his head and touched the back of his head.

The squinting eyes make it impossible to see the existence of the eyeballs. The two ends of the corners of the eyes are connected to form a narrow black line, as if the eyes are completely closed, but they can avoid the crowd around them with predictability and precision.

The idea that all squinty eyes are monsters seems to be verified from another angle.

"I don't know if you two have any plans for beauty treatments recently. I happen to know about a newly opened beauty shop in a nearby underground mall."

The young man took out a stack of leaflets for the beauty shop and introduced them enthusiastically while holding them up.

"I think it's the most suitable for two young ladies like this. It doesn't matter whether it's straight curly hair, ion perm, double ponytail, single ponytail, messy, warped hair, single whip, or double braid."

"If necessary, you can freely customize your hairstyle according to your personal preferences. In fact, I personally think that bob haircut is more suitable for the two of them. This hairstyle is very popular for heroines in recent comics."

Trying to put on a more friendly smile on his face, a certain blue-haired boy who was good at sales tried to look professional.

In terms of experience in doing part-time jobs, the entire high school may not have as much experience as he did.

"No need, our school has a fixed beauty shop."

At the same time, he shook his head vigorously.

Looking at the increasingly weird smiling face in front of them, the two girls from Wuqiu took a few steps back before disappearing at the end of the street without looking back.

"It failed again. As expected, part-time work in doll clothes suits me."

Holding the minibus, a certain blue-haired high school student fell into deep thought, as if considering his position in the part-time job world.

Speaking of which, I also had problems working on my doll costumes.

The last time I was working near the academic conference venue, if I hadn't taken off the doll's hood, I would never have made the little blond girl who was passing by cry.

"So what about this lady, are you interested in taking a look? This beauty shop is really good."

The blue-haired high school student turned around and saw a certain guy. He was not discouraged at all by what happened just now and continued to speak with a smile.

He knows best about the fact that girls are not popular with him, so how can he fix it?

"Actually, I'm the disciplinary committee member."

After thinking for a few seconds, Natsume-san skillfully took out a green shield armband from his pocket.

It seems that I have seen this person somewhere, but the current situation is completely within the disciplinary committee's ability to intervene.

Although there is no awareness of the disciplinary committee, this green shield armband can always solve a lot of troubles.

"I'm just doing part-time work after class, I'm not a suspicious person. This is my student ID card."

The smile on the blue-haired boy with earrings suddenly froze, and he began to explain calmly.

As a problematic person who is questioned by the disciplinary committee dozens of times every year, he has already had the corresponding awareness and carries a student certificate in his pocket every day when he goes out.

"I'm just here to buy comics."

He blinked and looked at this overly cooperative young man in a strange way.

As an irresponsible disciplinary committee member, Natsume-san held the comic and disappeared at the end of the street after finishing speaking.

"This was let off by the disciplinary committee."

"It's obviously a good thing, but why is there some sadness in my heart?"

A thoughtful look appeared on his face, and the blue-haired boy was once again convinced of the fact that he was not popular with girls.

"However, it seems that the person just now really didn't open his eyes."

Suddenly thinking of something, Natsume looked back with some concern and found that the man had already walked away.

My sight can't accurately observe everything, but Natsume-san's heat sense can.

Different parts of the body emit different amounts of heat, and Natsume can receive this heat into his head before it is mixed with the ambient temperature.

Therefore, his eyelids were indeed closed.

"A user with the ability of induction or prediction. Although his appearance and behavior are a bit strange, to a certain extent he is really hardworking."

He didn't have much interest. Natsume-san was just surprised and put the matter to the back of his mind.

In Academy City, it is not uncommon to find people with various abilities.

After wandering around the nearby shopping street for a while, Natsume-san returned to the student dormitory somewhat absent-mindedly.

The time has come to four o'clock in the afternoon, and there are still two hours before the complete closure of the import and export management site today.

However, under normal circumstances, ordinary foreign tourists will not be allowed to enter after another hour.

Although I haven't received a call from my parents yet, I met Misaka-senpai and the others at the gate of Tokiwadai Student House.

"That person is Misaka-senpai's mother?" Natsume-san was thinking in her head.

Chapter 312 Parents and Housemaster

A student in the seventh district of Tokiwadai Middle School.

Unlike the school garden, which is strictly guarded against visitors, outsiders are actually allowed to enter their dormitory, but outsiders can usually only use part of the hall area of ​​the dormitory.

In a corner of the hall, there is a video phone for people to contact the students in the dormitory. The couriers who deliver items on weekdays also use this to communicate with the students in the room.

Once the internal student's permission is obtained, or the internal student is brought directly into it, then the restrictions on entry no longer exist.

Of course, the students inside are naturally responsible for this, and the ubiquitous guard robots and security systems will faithfully record everything.

If you are unlucky and meet the dormitory master, you may need to fill out a lot of admission documents.

However, this is somewhat different from the situation Misaka-senpai and the others encountered. As one of the student representatives, Misaka Mikoto seems to be facing the tragic fate of being asked to be a parent.

Time went round and round, and the time when a certain railgun was caught for hiding contraband was still vivid in his mind. There were also many experiences of staying out at night and destroying public property, which made the dormitory master painfully determined.

This made a certain meathead also feel sad, because her condition was only slightly less serious than that of Misaka-senpai.

Fortunately, I have always listened to the dormitory master's words. When I jumped out of the window in the middle of the night, I would considerately wait until the dormitory master finished checking the room.

To be honest, Misaka-senpai's mother is really a beauty. She is as young as a college student in her early twenties, with fair and shiny skin.

If you look closely, it looks like a larger version of Misaka-senpai.

Well, in every way.

In Natsume's sight, the mature version of Misaka-senpai seemed to be staring at her daughter with red cheeks with interest.

This parent has just arrived in Academy City. Not only can he enter the Tokiwadai dormitory, but he can also enter the most mysterious dormitory-sama office. This is unexpected.

"As for me, I originally planned to come tomorrow."

"But a few days ago, I suddenly received a call from your student dormitory teacher, so I decided to leave early. Speaking of which, Mikoto, you are not well-behaved in school."

Wearing a light gray long-sleeved shirt, dark black slender pants made of thin material, and a pair of comfortable flat shoes.

These clothes look featureless, but you can tell at a glance which high-end brand they are from, and Natsume-san definitely doesn't recognize them anyway.

With her family's neat short hair and facial features very similar to a railgun, this current over-age college student named Misaka Mirei lowered her lips with her fingers and smiled thoughtfully at the corners of her eyes.

Although it was a little late for her to return to college at her age, it was never too late to learn such things, and she was looking forward to learning the knowledge she could from college.

"Really, don't be particularly concerned about this kind of thing." Misaka Mikoto said angrily.

A hint of dissatisfaction appeared on a certain senior's face at the right time.

He originally planned to take this troublesome woman to a hotel to rest, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he went straight to his student dormitory. It was indeed premeditated.

Misaka-senpai seriously suspected that this unreliable mother came to see her laugh.

"Don't worry, Mikoto. This is the first time I've encountered this kind of thing. I'm actually looking forward to it and I definitely won't be angry."

As if she was not aware of her daughter's worries at all, Miss Misaka Mirei tried her best to act like an adult, and there was a trace of eagerness on her face.

"This is not something to be happy about at all, and don't say anything strange to the housemaster."

Misaka-senpai replied feebly, her hair standing on end.

She had long known how unreliable her mother was, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"Of course I know this. After all, Mikoto is a big child now."

Nodding somewhat seriously, Misaka Mirei patted her collarbone and said with assurance.

"Misaka-senpai is really pathetic."

Natsume Sonoko didn't know when she had walked into the hall of the dormitory, and was speechless looking at the two people arguing at the gate.

Silently bypassing Misaka-senpai and the others, they avoided putting Miss Railgun into an even more embarrassing situation.

But when he was about to swipe his card to enter, a surprised voice came from behind Natsume-san.

"You must be Sonoko."

Misaka Mirei's attention seemed to be attracted, and she stared at a certain ball head with curious eyes.

"Eh."

"Auntie, do you know me?" Natsume was stunned for a while, and then turned around strangely.

"Although I have indeed reached my aunt's age, it still sounds a bit disappointing."

"People who are 30 years old should stop pretending to be young."

Misaka-senpai couldn't help but touch her forehead, and the skin on her face suddenly turned rosy.

It’s so embarrassing, and it’s still facing my schoolgirl.

Natsume-san's worries immediately came true.

"Although this is our first meeting, I met your mother on the way to Academy City."

"And we chatted for a long time, so naturally I know you Sonoko. Like Mikoto-chan, you are from Tokiwadai."

After thinking for a while, Misaka Mirei answered.

"Speaking of which, you and your mother look really alike."

Speaking of this, Misaka Mirei walked around a certain ball head for a few times before speaking firmly.

"But she didn't seem to be very good at driving, so she was immediately left behind by me."

A happy look appeared on her face immediately. Misaka Mirei seemed to be particularly interested in things like racing.

"Eh."

Natsume-san tilted his head, unable to wrap his head around the thought.

Immediately, I thought of a female driver who was hurriedly stepping on the accelerator and holding the steering wheel at a loss.

But when did my mother learn to drive?

And forget about driving, it’s already so late now, maybe I won’t be able to catch up with the final site closing time.

Well, it doesn't matter even if you can't make it, Natsume-san can just fly out to pick them up, and the same goes for the procedures the next day.

Natsume-san stayed up all night several times to get a replacement certificate, so he was completely familiar with this kind of thing.