Academy City Temperature Control

"The next auction item is a set of comic books called "The Soul of the Game". There are fifteen books in total. The starting price is two thousand yen."

The restaurant is not far from the auction. If you prick up your ears, you can hear the noisy noise there. The host's loud microphone will hurt your ears.

It seemed that it was finally her turn to bid for the item. Natsume Sonoko stopped and listened to the bids outside with some concern.

"This set of comics is rare in Academy City. It should be very popular." Natsume Sonoko became nervous inexplicably and listened to the movement there with concern.

"Repeat the starting price is two thousand yen, start bidding now."

Except for the host's voice, the voices of other people's quotations were too slight, so Natsume Sonoko could only wait for the final result.

However, the quotations there seemed a bit deserted, which made Natsume Sonoko a little unsure of the situation.

"Five thousand three hundred yen, congratulations to this classmate for taking this set of comic books. Okay. Next is..."

The final result was finally released. Natsume Sonoko's face was neither sad nor happy, and her expression was a little dull. She might have been shocked.

"I don't feel bad at all. It's all about helping others."

A forced smile appeared on Natsume Sonoko's face. The price was quite different from Natsume Sonoko's price. According to someone's estimate, it could fetch at least [-] yen.

"Natsume-san, have you finished collecting the plates over there?" This was Tsuchimikado-san's voice.

"Almost." Natsume Sonoko hurriedly speeded up her hands.

Really, why do I have to work so hard?

Natsume Sonoko, who had been busy for half an hour, finally ended her time as a young man. She suffered from backache and back pain all over her body, and her whole body felt weak.

Not long after leaving the restaurant, Natsume Sonoko met Shirai-san and the others.

Not only Shirai-san, but also Uiharu-san and Saten-san are here.

"Natsume-san, you came so late. The auction is over."

Holding the bear stationery in his hand, Shirai-san looked regretful.

"Unfortunately, onee-sama's stationery was bought by me." Shirai said proudly, holding up the stationery.

Natsume Sonoko looked at Shirai Kuroko helplessly. How should I put it? Shirai-san is really rich.

"Shirai-san, congratulations."

Natsume Sonoko said weakly, she really didn't want to say anything more in these aspects.

"Natsume-san, you came just in time, we are preparing to watch Misaka-senpai's performance." Saten-san had a little excitement on his face and couldn't help clenching his fists.

"Is it already this time?" Natsume Sonoko was a little surprised, and now she remembered this matter.

"Well, I'm really looking forward to Misaka-senpai's performance." Uiharu said seriously.

"Damn it, there's no time to waste here. We have to hurry up and get a good position to take pictures of onee-sama's wonderful performance."

Shirai-san suddenly became anxious, and he didn’t know when a camera appeared in his hand.

After sending a message to Shigefuku-san, Natsume Sonoko followed the large group to the venue.

The venue has been properly arranged, and the venue looks very clean. There is a stage in the middle, and the stage is surrounded by dark blue curtains.

There was still a long time before the performance, and there were basically no people in the seats. After finding a good position at a good angle, Natsume Sonoko and a group of people were seated.

Shigefuku-san arrived soon, and Natsume Sonoko also saw the married seniors and Wanuchi-san. Even the dormitory master was leaning against the window and looking at the place. Soon all the hundreds of seats were filled.

"Misaka-senpai is really popular." Natsume Sonoko thought, with some yearning and longing in her eyes.

"Here we go, it's a violin solo." Uiharu said excitedly, and Shirai-san, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but straighten up.

At this time, a figure wearing a white evening dress appeared on the stage, with a white ribbon tied to his brown hair, holding a violin in his hand, and walked to the stage gracefully.

With a slight salute to everyone, Misaka-senpai, who was wearing a white dress, put the violin on her shoulders. Her whole person exuded an elegant temperament, just like a white swan.

She is indeed the princess of Tokiwadai.

....Dividing line....

The Midsummer Festival is over, and everything has returned to its original state.

Rising at sunrise and resting at sunset is still the most normal life.

There is a big cake placed in Natsume Sonoko's dormitory, which was leftover from yesterday's handmade cake exhibition.

Since there were a lot of cakes, in addition to giving a few to Index and the others, Natsume Sonoko also took one.

[Teacher Kishan, I will come over at noon. 】

After sending a message to Teacher Kiyama, Natsume Sonoko put on her shoes and got ready to go. She also put the ID card of the institute in her pocket.

Natsume Sonoko wanted to visit the children who had just woken up from a coma, and at the same time, she sent this cake as a gift.

Chapter 1 Integrity

I was holding a cake box the size of a computer case in my hand, but I couldn't feel the weight.

A miniature wind tunnel unfolded under the cake box, and from time to time there was a weak airflow that ruffled Natsume Sonoko's hair. The cake box was what Natsume Sonoko asked for in her restaurant, and it was just enough to put the whole cake in.

The cake was so big that it was more than enough for a dozen children to eat.

Standing in front of the tram stop, Natsume Sonoko was a little bored waiting for the tram to arrive.

Because of the cake, Natsume Sonoko felt that it was a bit inconvenient to ride a bicycle or make a white cylinder, and it would be bad if she accidentally bumped it.

Fortunately, the price of the tram is very cheap, only one-third of the normal bus price, and even poor people like Natsume Sonoko can afford it.

"There is still a little more than a week before the scholarship is awarded." Silently counting the days when the scholarship will be awarded, a ray of light appeared in Natsume Sonoko's eyes. The name of this ray of light is hope.

"The train is coming."

Finally waiting for the belated train, Natsume Sonoko's spirit was obviously lifted.

The whistle of the tram had already come over. At this time, something went wrong on the platform, which suddenly brought Natsume Sonoko's thoughts back.

"Come on, someone has fallen onto the tracks."

"Hurry up and grab my bag."

"You're crazy, you'll get caught in the tram too."

There were exclamations one after another. Someone seemed to have fallen on the tram track 20 meters away.

The tram tracks are much lower than the platform floor, so it would be difficult to climb up if you fall down.

"The unexpected happened again."

Natsume Sonoko was a little surprised, but the thinking speed in her head was faster than the surprised expression.

Her ability immediately covered the vicinity of the tram station, and the thermal information of everyone around her was instantly transmitted to her brain.

Natsume Sonoko did not sit idly by. It could be said that with a little effort, an accident could be avoided and the normal operation of the station would not be affected.

An ice hand that grew from the bottom appeared on the track, and instantly lifted the man from under the track to the same height as the platform.

"What are you doing standing there, hurry up and leave."

Natsume Sonoko looked at the guy standing stupidly on the ice with some dissatisfaction. As long as he took one or two steps, he could return to the platform from the track.

But maybe because he was scared or because his legs were weak, the guy who looked like a high school student still couldn't react.

Seeing that the train was about to arrive, Natsume Sonoko didn't hesitate and was about to blow him back to the platform, but the guy who looked like a high school student suddenly disappeared from Hing's hand.

Soon, the ice hand broke into pieces with a snap, as if it had endured pressure that it should not have endured.

The next second, the tram roared into the tram station.

When he reappeared, a boy wearing a red coat and a white student sportswear held the high school student with one hand and appeared on a cable above the tram station in an instant.

"Everyone, look there's someone there."

"It seems to be the seventh one."

There was some commotion in the crowd. Some people seemed to know the boy in the red coat, and he was very recognizable with the white cloth tied around his head.

In fact, among ordinary students, the reputation of No. 5 is greater than that of other lv[-] students. The specific reason can be attributed to this student's daily willingness to help others, and he is also particularly charming and enthusiastic when he appears.

"At such a fast speed, I can only capture an illusory afterimage of energy."

Afterimages were almost all over Natsume Sonoko's senses. The dissipation of human body heat could no longer be used as a basis, and the location could not be determined at all.

Natsume Sonoko was a little surprised. She had already reflected everything around her in her mind, but even with her computing power and resolution ability, she could not easily capture the trajectory of the person's movement. Only the movement of the person before he stood on the cable could be captured. For a moment, the heat finally formed a fixed figure.

In fact, heat capture also has a certain effect, but Natsume Sonoko's current heat perception is still relatively primitive, and it is not yet up to the level of being able to capture these high-speed movements.

If you want to have the ability to capture high-speed moving objects, in addition to computing power, you need at least an extremely efficient calculation formula that can capture the smallest heat changes.

Natsume Sonoko looked at the boy in the red coat. The high school student in his hand looked a little bad. He was breathing air with difficulty with his mouth wide open, and his face turned red due to the squeeze of air. After all, he was not that person. All can withstand ultra-high-speed movement.

Even Natsume Sonoko, if she was taken several hundred meters without any protection at this speed, there was a 90.00% chance that she would stop eating on the spot, and a [-]% chance that she would understand the rules of air flow on the spot and become the legendary Mahayana. Period monk.

The boy in red jumped down from the cable, and by chance, he landed around Natsume Sonoko.

A layer of wind and waves immediately rolled up on the ground, mixed with dust like a shock wave.

These airflows caused Natsume Sonoko's cake box to sway constantly, instantly destroying someone's updraft. Natsume Sonoko almost dropped the cake to the ground. The cake inside also deformed a few times during the violent shaking.

And because of the airflow, Natsume Sonoko watched the hem of her skirt rustling, and hurriedly used her ability to control the surrounding airflow, and finally did not let her skirt fly up at the critical moment.

If Newton had seen it, he would have shed tears of joy.

Fortunately, there were no other girls near Natsume Sonoko, so there was no scene of girls screaming.

"What are you doing? This person is so annoying."

Natsume Sonoko looked at the guy on the side angrily, wondering if she was making a lot of noise. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with her skirt.

"Don't fall down easily. Even if you face pain, you must show your backbone!"

Academy City No. [-], a boy named Soita Gunba grinned with white teeth and put down the high school student who was almost exhausted.

However, the high school student didn't seem to be infected by his backbone. He stumbled to the ground as soon as he landed, followed by a burst of retching.

"What a fragile backbone."

Soitai Junba slightly raised his head and looked at the sky, but he had no intention of forcing himself on others.

"Hello, this classmate, can I talk to you?"

Sogiita Gunba's ears twitched slightly, and he turned around to see Natsume Sonoko, who looked unhappy.

"Sorry, it was an oversight on my part."

After a period of friendly exchanges and negotiations, Soita Gunba showed an embarrassed smile on his face, scratched the back of his head and said.

"It doesn't matter, you are also trying to save people."

Natsume Sonoko's tone has softened. She found that although the person in front of her spoke in a strange way, he was particularly easy to talk to. Someone suddenly felt like bullying an honest child.

I don't feel like lv5 at all, but like a model good student.

Of course, this does not refer to the results, but he seems to be overly enthusiastic, and his whole person exudes an aura as hot as fire.

"Then as compensation, if you have anything to help me with, please let me know." Sogiita Junba nodded sharply and said seriously.

"No compensation is needed." Natsume Sonoko shook her head.

"But if it's convenient, can you give me a mobile phone number to contact me?"

Natsume Sonoko said hesitantly. It was indeed strange for a girl to ask a boy for his phone number, but it was rare to have this opportunity.

"cellphone number?"

Sogiita Junba hesitated.

"I don't keep my phone on me since I don't use it frequently. As for the number?"

"Actually, I don't remember either. The number at the beginning seems to be 1." Soitata Gunba tried hard to recall, crossing his arms and frowning.

The tram gradually started to move, and the scenery outside the window kept receding like a poster. After three stops, we finally reached the stop where we wanted to get off.

Natsume Sonoko was walking with the cake, thinking about Sogiita Gunba just now. It was a pity that she didn't get the phone number in the end.

It turns out that there are really people in this world who don’t remember their mobile phone numbers.

Unknowingly, Natsume Sonoko had a lot of people's numbers saved in her cell phone. When it came to the breadth of people's faces, Natsume Sonoko felt that she was a little expert among students.

It seemed that she had achieved an inexplicable achievement, and Natsume Sonoko's mood improved slightly.

When she arrived at the research institute of Soul Chasing in the Underworld, Natsume Sonoko touched her pocket and took out her ID card.