Even the whole world is trying to match us up

Chapter 9 Master Jiejie has something to say
Grade Dean's Office.

"You want to skip class, you are so brave!" Master Jue threw the documents on the desk and became furious.

"Teacher, please keep your voice down, get out of class hasn't finished yet next door."

If Director Sakurai were to play the role of the chartered wife in Kung Fu, it wouldn't necessarily be bad, at least the Hedong Lion's Roar would be authentic.

In order to maintain the image of the grade director, Natsume Qingyu has been worried.

"Every time after school, you are the fastest runner." Master Jue heard that it made sense and lowered her voice.

"Director, you must be thirsty. The barley tea in the vending machine downstairs tastes very good. I'll treat you to a drink. It's just on the head of Accountant Hase Kaede. I'll give him a shout when I turn around." Natsume Qingyu gradually said He retreated to the door of the office and prepared to escape.

"You brat, come back! Sit down!" Of course Master Jue saw through the young man's thoughts and pushed up his glasses, "You know what I want to say?"

"Let me guess, it must not be about the club, right?" Natsume Qingyu kept his head lowered, like a child who had just made a mistake and was about to be scolded, and spoke cautiously.

"Yes, that's it!" Master Miejie just wanted to mention this matter.

"Teacher, I just want to study." The young man's eyes were firm.

"Your grades are already very good. You can consider improving your abilities in other areas."

"Teacher, I just want to study." He repeated what he just said.

Master Miejie held a thermos filled with honeysuckle in her hand, suppressing her anger and trying to persuade the boy.

"Natsume, you must know that there are many things in this world that cannot be learned from books, such as interpersonal relationships..."

"I think the popularity is pretty good." Natsume Qingyu scratched his head and interrupted.

"Uh, that's not bad." Master Miejie was speechless for a moment, "That hands-on ability..."

"Teacher, I just got an A in home economics class." Natsume Kiyoha continued to interrupt.

"What about athleticism?"

"Remember the last class friendly match." Natsume Qingyu looked up at the ceiling, turned to Master Miejie with a confident smile, "I have achieved good results for the class, right?"

He has the habit of running around Shinjuku every day. Even if it rains, he will do push-ups or radio gymnastics instead.

He deserves his success.

"I don't care. Anyway, you have to solve the club affairs for me recently."

Seeing that the young man could not be persuaded, Master Miejie raised his voice and drove the young man out of the office and shut the door, not giving him any chance to make excuses.

"There is no need to discuss this matter! Otherwise, you will have a good life."

Miejie Shitai shouted through the door, and Natsume Qingyu felt his head buzzing from the shock.

It's not time for get out of class to end yet.

The entire corridor seemed quiet, and the campus was filled with sunlight. The curtains of the teaching building opposite were drawn tightly to avoid being dazzled by the sun.

He seemed to have experienced such a comfortable atmosphere in some book.

But he just wanted to sigh...

Ah, the sun is so bright today.

Thank you, the little sun in my dark world.

Thank you for always keeping me warm.

For a moment, Natsume Qingyu, who was ordered to die by Master Miejie, felt helpless and felt that he had the same life span as a mayfly.

He didn't know whether it was too much to take a girl to eat ramen, but it must be too much for Master Miejie.

Clubs usually recruit new students at the beginning of the semester, and towards the end of the term, you can no longer see the scenes of enthusiastic seniors pulling people together.

When thinking of this, Natsume Qingyu felt it was a pity.

But after being given a death order, he could only bite the bullet and wander around the club building from room to room.

Football club, basketball club? Natsume Kiyoha is not very interested in team sports, and cooperating with others will only make him feel uncomfortable.

Food Appreciation Department, this is good, this is good, but considering exercise and body shape, forget it.

The Supernatural Research Department must have been founded by a group of chuunibyou, but does the school really allow such a department to exist? He thought it only existed in anime.

Then he can definitely apply to become a 'home study department', right?

…………

Natsume Kiyoha, who visited the fifth floor in one go, still feels that the kendo on the first floor and the kyudo on the third floor are more interesting.

After all, what grown man would refuse a bow and sword?

Any decent branch picked up by the roadside will transform into a master walking in the world, and he will have a good time with his friends.

Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to go back downstairs to apply. With his popularity, everyone would be happy to accept him.

Go to the end of the fifth floor of the club center and prepare to go down the stairs on the other side.

A brand new house number 506, without any community information.

The doors are also new. Is this originally a storage room where miscellaneous items are stored?
He vaguely remembered that the last time he came here was when he first entered high school. Was there any renovation during this period?

Natsume Qingyu was always very curious, so he opened the door with anxiety.

Compared with last time, even if there is an indoor curtain in the middle of the house, the room still looks spacious.

Sure enough, it is necessary to develop the habit of tidying up clutter.

Looking around, the three walls of the room are lined with mahogany bookshelves, filled to the brim with neat paper books.

The sunlight penetrated into the house through the cracks in the unclosed window and extended all the way to his feet.

The decoration style of the entire house is completely different from the previous club. It looks more like a casual library?

"Moses, is there anyone?" Natsume Qingyu knocked on the door politely and poked his head into the house.

Seeing no one responded, he took a few deep breaths and walked into the house.

I immediately discovered Keigo Higashino's "White Night Journey", a very good mystery novel.

Different from the translation he read in his previous life, this one sealed the original soul to a greater extent.

After all, it’s all in Japanese…

Open the pages lightly.

The book was mixed with dried maple leaf bookmarks, which instantly turned into pieces.

In his eyes, it was just the mottled paper trying to trap the withered, and the yellowing was not the pages, but the passing time.

The house has been kept very clean. The only smell of dust may be hidden in the paper pages. It cannot be washed away. After all, it is the trace of the passage of time.

The whole room is filled with the smell of paper, pen and ink, exuding a unique smell, that is, the fragrance of books.

He loved the smell as much as he loved the sunshine.

In a daze, a figure picked up another book from beside him.

Natsume Qingyu looked around, but there was no one.

illusion? I'm not a thief, why do I feel so guilty?

Tokyo handsome guys have always been aboveboard.

He carefully put the book back on the shelf and walked to where the figure in the illusion was standing.

There is a book there.

"I am a Cat" written by Natsume Suseki.

Natsume Qingyu reached out his hand to take it down.

The moment your fingertips touch.

meow~
This sweet meow lit up the whole room.

Natsume Qingyu was startled, and subconsciously suspected that it was a fairy that ran out of the book, and wanted to catch it and stuff it back.

The book naturally slipped from the fingertips and fell to the wooden floor, making a thick and discordant sound, like a judge announcing the end of the sentence with a final word.

The lingering sound was roundabout, and the time in the room was stretched very slowly...

In an instant.

The midsummer wind actually pushed open the window, bringing a beam of warm light.

Color everything in the house orange.

The indoor curtains also came to life in response to the call of the wind, like a dancer performing a gentle ballet.

Fortunately, the sturdy book cover did not let the fragile paper fill the room and become a dancer following the wind.

Natsume Qingyu leaned over to pick up the book, raised his head, and met the faint afterglow through the gauze.

This made him squint slightly to focus the layers of light together, making the blurry picture clear again.

What catches the eye are the slender white legs, the lazy prostrate cat in the short skirt, the square sandalwood tea table, the budding flower arrangement, and the girl's long eyelashes.

At this moment, it was as if, like, like, his eyes went dark and he fell to the ground. When he woke up, he appeared in the forest with the dawn and met her.

Absolutely beautiful.

But after seeing the other person's appearance clearly, his heart stopped.

"Hatsukano-san?"

　Families, don’t keep books, the most important thing is to read new books.

　　(Whether it’s a recommendation or an encouragement to the author, slow-burning and easy-going writing is a niche topic, but there’s absolutely no problem in pursuing higher studies!)

(End of this chapter)