Even the whole world is trying to match us up

Chapter 12 I don’t know what department
Natsume Kiyoyu returned to the second floor of the izakaya after running at night. Ms. Hanada was standing in front of the door waiting for him, her eyes meaningful.

"Has anything happened at school recently?"

Natsume Kiyoha sat on the porch and stuffed the socks she had changed into her shoes.

"I'm not in love." That's all he wanted to say, got up and walked into the house.

"What's the matter? Let me tell you, love in student days is really valuable."

Ms. Hanada, who has been watching too many youth idol dramas recently, jumped up from behind and gave him a bear hug.

This almost broke his waist.

If he hadn't been exercising regularly, he would have been loaded into the ambulance in a few minutes. The doctor beside him shouted excitedly: "Please keep your emotions, don't forget to breathe, 321, inhale, 321, exhale..."

Natsume Qingyu gently threw the woman back to her own bed while lying on her back, and then asked:

"Mom, I just want to focus on studying."

"Then you promise me, stop working, stop working..." Ms. Huatian rolled up the quilt and rolled around on the bed. Creatures like girls always try to achieve their goals in unreasonable ways, which is euphemistically called 'acting like a baby' .

As the emotional master of the izakaya, he is not good at dealing with girls like Ms. Hanada, and what happened at school today made him physically and mentally exhausted.

"Okay, I won't work any more recently." He chose to obey.

Hearing this, Ms. Hanada stopped on the bed sluggishly. The stubborn boy finally figured it out?

For her, the shock was no less than the sky falling to the ground. .

"Natsume, you have changed." Ms. Hanada suddenly became possessed by drama and cried loudly. She did not forget to take out a tissue and choked up, "I have finally grown up... I have been waiting for this day, and it has been so hard..."

Can a handsome man come and marry this lovely woman immediately? This is Natsume Qingyu's only thought at this time.

I thought I could read a little more tonight, but after comforting Ms. Hanada, I returned to my room at the same time as usual.

Before leaving, Ms. Hanada hugged his thigh without dignity and said, "My little Natsume, did you bring me something delicious in home economics class?"

After taking a hot bath, he went to the kitchen to pour two glasses of milk, divided the small cake he bought on the way home from school into two portions, and sent it to his mother's room. He almost got kissed to death.

Go back to your room to finish your extracurricular reading.

Before going to bed, he told his good friend Hase Kaede in a message about joining the club, but the other party did not reply.

Turning off the phone screen, Natsume Qingyu turned over on the bed and found the most comfortable sleeping position.

Now, that guy goes to bed so early? Have you become as self-disciplined as him?
At this moment, on the other side, Hase Kaede was beating a wolf, and his head was gradually rising in the face of the word 'death' that kept popping up.

The next day is the same as other love stories.

Natsume Qingyu met a woman who would have a profound impact on his future at the shoe cabinet.

It's like fate.

"Natsume."

The creepy sound came from behind. At this distance, the other party could strangle his neck.

But why is Master Miejie? It is simply the unfolding of the tragedy of youthful love.

"Good morning, Director Sakurai." He threw his indoor shoes on the ground, stuffed his feet in, and forced a smile on his side.

"How was the matter assigned to you yesterday handled?"

"very good."

"Found it?" Master Miejie was surprised and even looked disappointed.

Because she lost a reason to deal with the other party.

"Well, the innermost room on the fifth floor of the club building."

"What's it called?" Master Miejie was too confused. What kind of answer could this be?

"You'll know if you go and take a look." The young man almost laughed because he didn't know what kind of club it was.

But if you tell me, who will believe it?
"You kid, you are so mysterious."

Master Miejue launched the ruthless iron hand, and Natsume Qingyu had no choice but to hand over a once-in-a-lifetime flash.

"You can run for a while, but you can't hide for a lifetime."

Natsume Qingyu can already imagine the scene where the other party in class is madly targeting her... Hey, it's okay if this good student doesn't do it. This prosperous time was as he wished. In the English class, Master Miejie simply performed "Seven Captures of Meng Huo" and asked him questions frequently. Although he could easily pick up the knowledge points from random checks, this made him unable to sleep well.

Natsume Qingyu only sighed...

If Hase Feng hadn't taken a day off due to a cold today, or if he had been dragged into the water, he would still be considered half a combat unit.

After school in the afternoon, the campus is very noisy, but the atmosphere of youth is very strong.

There were many students who were "hanging around" in the corridor. Unlike these idlers, he was going to participate in club activities.

Those who go to the club on time are all future stars and pillars of the country. They are the most learned and talented people in the idiom, and they are the light of the city in light novels.

Natsume Qingha strode to the deepest part of the fifth floor of the club building.

The words "Service Department" are newly engraved under the house number 506.

What, this is not the opinion of choosing him.

Could it be that the other party is a tsundere.

When Tsundere puts on a maid outfit, hey, I have a picture in my mind.

Just do it if you get first place.

dong dong.

"Please come in."

After receiving the reply, Natsume Qingyu opened the door of the service club, bringing with it the sound of wind chimes.

Suzune Hatsukano sat in a familiar corner, as if she were part of the room, completely blending into the background.

"good afternoon."

The boy found the newly installed wind chimes behind the door, but he didn't understand the meaning. Is it probably to increase the atmosphere?
Or is it a reminder that someone is coming in?

"Good afternoon." The girl remained the same, without raising her head and keeping her eyes on the hardcover book.

Natsume Qingha took out the book "Norwegian Wood" he read last time from the bookshelf and sat on the floor in his old position.

It was a sunny day today, but the floor of the mobile classroom was very cold, which he couldn't help but recall.

In his previous life, when the college entrance examination was approaching, Natsume Qingyu was left in the library by his mother.

My mother’s intention is very clear that she wants him to read more extracurricular classics and become an excellent person.

But in the end, it didn't go as he wished. Natsume Kiyoha, who had been tortured by his studies, chose to finish reading the "Resurrection, My Love" series, leaving all the classics on the literature shelf untouched.

Then make up for it in this life.

"If you have time, post this, preferably in a conspicuous location."

Suzune Hatsukano released a hand-drawn club promotional poster.

This scene seemed familiar to Natsume Qingyu.

On this cute poster, hand-drawn graffiti takes up half of the poster. The three words "Service Department" in the middle look weak, and there is not even an explanation of the club's activities.

"Minister, this is completely off topic." Natsume Qingyu raised his eyes like a grandfather looking at his mobile phone and pointed out the problem.

The other party just shook his head perfunctorily and said that the word "serve" was enough to reflect the content of the club's activities.

Anyone who can't understand or can think wrong is an idiot, and she hates communicating with idiots the most.

Natsume Qingyu suspected that the other party was making a metaphor for him, but to refute her at this moment was more like a fool throwing himself into a trap.

This is by no means a sign of cowardice. Carrying forward the valuable spirit of "working hard to endure hardship" is what Tokyo handsome guys must do.

It’s all about becoming better!

Ten minutes later, on the first floor of the club building, in the publicity corridor.

A hard-working painter looked at his completed masterpiece, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his elbow, and showed a smile of approval.

"Natsume."

A ferocious voice sounded behind him again, which almost made him fall off his chair.

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