Temperature Control in Academy City

"Well, if there's no space, I'll wash this one right away."

Natsume-san half-knelt and raised his head, looking up at the girl who suddenly appeared.

It’s classmate Shigefu Shengfan.

"Thank you. It seems like everyone has soiled their clothes, and there aren't enough washing machines today."

Chong Fushengfan had a nice smile on his face and nodded slightly.

"Yeah, come to think of it, a lot of things really happened today."

She couldn't help but complain, although her clothes were still as clean.

Natsume doesn't really like this fast-paced and crisis-ridden life.

For her, life should be about going to class every day, reading comics and playing games after school, and going shopping and going to family restaurants with friends.

Natsume, who has become a person with super powers, is now a wealthy woman with great purchasing power.

Counting the days, the third day after the Daihasei Festival begins should be the day when scholarships will be distributed.

Chapter 300: False Illusion

He put the dried clothes back into his own bucket, and helped put Chongfu's clothes in.

After just squatting for a while, Natsume Sonoko's calves began to feel sore and numb, and she couldn't help but stand up to relax her body.

"Good evening, Natsume-san."

"good evening."

Natsume came to his senses after being suddenly greeted by a senior student he was not very familiar with, and then he hurriedly replied.

There are more and more sudden calls like this, which have caused some trouble for Natsume, but it is much better than the situation he faced in the school garden.

"By the way, where did Natsume-san go today? I couldn't get through to him even on the phone."

After the senior who passed by left, his eyes fell on Natsume-san again.

Shigefuku Shohan asked with some concern while operating the control panel of the washing machine.

"Well, today I went to the space elevator, but unfortunately I didn't get to have a good look around. It was really interesting there."

Looking around, Natsume-san said mysteriously.

"And there was no antimatter test accident at all. The news was all lies. The phone call was not connected because there is no Internet in space. We should use a satellite phone."

Natsume thought about it for a moment and told Shigefuku Shoho what he knew.

"So that's how it is. There shouldn't be any danger on the space elevator."

Chongfu Shengfan suddenly became concerned.

"Of course there were dangers, but I solved them all. I finally subdued the loli president of the Star Track Gate Club."

Natsume-san said seriously, grinning with some complacency.

"Amazing."

With his mouth slightly opened, Shigefuku showed a look of surprise at the right moment.

"Um, during the Daiha Sei Festival, did Shigefuku-san have a two-man three-legged teammate?"

Natsume-san asked, thinking of something else.

"Yes, it's third-year Hikigaya-senpai."

"It's that senior."

"Well, she's a very nice person."

As expected of Natsume, she ate another big bowl of dinner today. It’s a miracle that she didn’t gain weight.

By the way, I helped Shirai-san, who had lost her appetite, to get rid of the strawberries on her strawberry cake.

Because of Natsume-san's relationship, Shigefuku-san joined the trio, but his relationship with Misaka-senpai and the others is not that good.

Speaking of which, Shigefuku is a transfer student, and because he had previously attacked a student from Tokiwadai, he doesn't have many friends at school.

However, he got along well with Wannei and the others, and joined the school's swimming club.

"Senior Gufa just came back. Let's go together to help renovate the branch tomorrow."

Sitting at a window seat in the Tokiwadai cafeteria, Shirai Kuroko glanced at the culprit who sneakily stole the strawberries from the strawberry cake, and rested his chin on his hand in boredom.

Now the Discipline Committee 177 Branch is in a mess.

In addition to the previous man-made damage, it is more about dealing with the follow-up impact of the cold light incident.

Although Alyssa maintained order, many incidents of varying sizes still occurred in the Seventh School District.

From robberies to thefts, Chuchun and her friends are busy now. But surprisingly, no one was injured.

As they were moving in a certain space, since she was injured and needed to rest, several discipline committee members discussed it and kicked her out of the door.

Of course, this does not include a certain discipline committee member with a bun on his head who just does nothing but eat and work.

"Hey, didn't Miss Kanzaki say that she would be responsible for all the losses? Then why not just find a renovation team? The cost will probably be only a few hundred thousand yen."

Tilting his head, Natsume felt that this was not good news.

Although the miserable situation of the discipline committee was directly related to her, Natsume also had her own weekend plans.

Tomorrow is Saturday, and the original plan was to visit the space elevator with Misaka-senpai and the others.

However, since the elevator was blocked, the main task for tomorrow was to go to the game hall with Misaka-senpai to play video games or to the convenience store to read comics.

No matter what the world becomes, people will still open their shops on time to make a living.

As for why we have to mention Misaka-senpai, Natsume-san has an important mission.

Cooperate with Shokuhou-senpai to find those who are behind the investigation and trying to control the Misaka sisters.

Reiko is like another self. After living with Misaka sisters for so long, she has become no different from her friends.

Since Natsume's ability to find information is too poor, his focus has always been on his own railgun senior.

"Senior Gufa thinks that if we do it ourselves, we can save most of the cost of the renovation. We can use part of the compensation to buy better furniture and equipment, and part of it to buy a better computer for Utsuharu. Maybe we can even buy a desk for Natsume-san."

"Besides, we messed up the branch in her absence. Hard work is necessary to compensate for this. Only sweat can restore everything to its original state. It is irresponsible to spend money to let others do it for you."

Putting down the arm that was supporting her chin, Shirai-san imitated Gufa-senpai's tone and spoke word by word.

For example, most of the criminals caught by Shirai were sentenced to punishments such as social labor. Only those with serious circumstances would be sent to juvenile reformatory. This also shows the importance of labor.

"Senior Gufa is really calculating."

Feeling somewhat surprised, Misaka-senpai nodded in agreement.

"And my desk?"

As if he had heard some good news, Natsume's eyes lit up and his spirits instantly increased by 50%.

Although she is also a discipline committee member and considers herself to be very outstanding, she has always been in a state of being left alone.

She didn't have a desk or anything like that, and she didn't even have a fixed office location. She could only sit on the sofa in the Discipline Committee Branch 177 every time, and occasionally get some supplies from Senior Sister Gufa.

Even though Natsume Sonoko never uses the desk, and its biggest use is probably to take a nap on it, she still feels happy about it.

"One more thing, your trophies are gone."

Seeing someone so excited, Shirai-san added.

"Eh."

"At that time, your things were piled up in the sundries, and your broken cheering headlamp was covering them. Later, when I went back to the branch, I didn't know when it disappeared."

Nodding firmly, Shirai Kuroko felt that it was necessary to investigate the theft.

Although they look like just ordinary brooms and fans, the girl with bun hair seems to care about them very much.

"It's lost, it's useless to me anyway."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Natsume seemed to remember the existence of those trophies.

I had originally planned to let the magical girls clean up the discipline committee branch together and then return it to them, but now it seems that they are really cunning.

However, as if he had lost interest in those things, Natsume's attention was completely focused on his new desk.

The daylight in the sky finally faded completely, and night fell over this exceptionally safe city.

Natsume, who was busy developing the formula, suddenly sat up from the sofa, tiptoed under the bed and took out a box of cookies.

As we all know, developing superpowers is a very physically and mentally demanding task, so you need to replenish sugar from time to time.

After replenishing his sugar, he ran to his desk and wrote down some of his inspirations in Martian language. Then he put the notebook back in its place with satisfaction.

After being busy for a while, the guy with a bun on his head finally closed his eyes obediently.

Between half asleep and half awake, Natsume's mind continued to sink, as if he had entered the realm of the soul.

It seems to be parallel to Natsume's body. The two are in the same place, but seem to exist in different spaces.

No longer obsessed with the scattered memories in his soul, Natsume began to try to perceive the soul itself.

This is called seeing the essence through the phenomenon. Natsume's cognitive level seems to have improved significantly.

Still nothing.

Natsume was unable to sense the existence of that microscopic world at all, as if the strange perception today was just an illusion.

Chapter 301: Senior Gufa's Ambition

An illusion cannot be an illusion.

Natsume-san is very sure about the existence of that kind of perception.

The special perception of magnifying everything countless times, far beyond the resolution of the eyes, will never be forgotten once you try it.

Even though her soul did not bring the answers she wanted, Natsume was not discouraged.

She doesn't have the problem of worrying about gains and losses. If she has it, she has it, and if she doesn't, she doesn't have it. She just needs to keep working hard.

After changing into a comfortable position, Natsume Sonoko stretched her body and fell into a deep sleep.

Although Natsume sometimes has a lot of thoughts, he seldom dreams, and this time seems to be an exception.

In a daze, Natsume seemed to dream that he entered a state of microscopic perception, and then suddenly rubbed out a fireball of hundreds of thousands of degrees, burning a big hole in the air.

Fireballs were flying everywhere, high temperatures were raging, and no one could defeat themselves.

A smug smile appeared on her sleeping face. Don't be fooled by her honest appearance, Natsume actually felt very good about herself.

This may be a common problem for people with super powers, whose enhanced abilities lead to excessive self-confidence and distorted personalities.

After waking up from a dream, life must go on, and the first thing to do is to open your eyes.

Today is Saturday, there are three days left until the Daiba Festival and six days left until the scholarships are distributed.

Natsume currently has more than 100,000 yen in his bank card, which is enough to get him through this period as long as he doesn't buy anything big.

The life of a poor girl in Tokiwadai is gone forever.

The super-powered girl who had saved the space elevator and the surrounding area to some extent, faced a new day of life after sitting up from the sofa.

He skillfully froze his alarm clock into an ice sculpture, with his head hanging listlessly, floating in the air like willow catkins. A guy with a bun on his head was secretly using his ability in the dormitory again.

Once we get used to something convenient, it is difficult for us to avoid not using it anymore. This may be our nature.

As a typical human being, Natsume's ability to be lazy has become more and more mature.

Obviously today is Saturday, the normal thing to do should be to wait until the warden finishes checking the rooms, then close the door and take a nap.

However, Natsume-san rarely complained, but instead prepared to brush her teeth and wash her face, because she seemed to care particularly about the desk that belonged to her.

Standing on the ground again.

The air current around Natsume began to dissipate. He raised his somewhat weak arms and stared blankly at the figure with messy hair in the mirror.

Natsume rubbed his eyes gently, tidied his appearance in front of the mirror, and turned on the faucet to brush his teeth.