Temperature Control in Academy City

If it's someone you know, there's no need for anonymous donations.

Anyway, there are countless individuals and groups that donate to Tokiwadai Junior High School every year, which makes it extremely difficult to enter the board of directors of Tokiwadai Junior High School.

And because a third person with super powers appeared in Tokiwadai, the amount of social donations this year will definitely break the record again.

In comparison, the scholarship given to a guy with a bun on his head is just a drop in the bucket.

"Really? This is the first time that our student dormitory has received such a large donation."

The dorm supervisor said with some concern.

Although Tokiwadai Junior High School often receives donations from various parties, it is very rare for donations to be specifically given to the Tokiwadai Student Dormitory.

Coincidentally, when returning to his dormitory 210, Natsume received a call from senior Amakusa You.

"Hey, 10 million yen for club activities."

Natsume suddenly opened his eyes wide and almost dropped the phone in fright.

The situation in the student dormitory has not been figured out yet, and now there are new problems.

"That's right. Your name, Natsume-san, is mentioned on the donation. I've checked and there's no problem with the source of the funds. It was a transfer from First Bank. It's just that the donor chose to donate anonymously."

"And the teachers said we can use this kind of external donation money normally."

Over there, senior Amakusa You was lying comfortably on the recliner in her dormitory. The sunlight was shining through the windowsill, and a blush of happiness appeared on her face.

Being able to recruit Natsume into the club was indeed the wisest decision I have ever made.

When I graduate next year, I can smoothly hand over the club to a guy with a bun.

"So do you have any clues about Natsume-san? Could it be your suitor, Natsume-san?" Senior Amakusa You suddenly became curious.

"Senior, stop joking. Having a suitor is totally out of the question."

“I don’t really know who it was, and we’ve received similar donations in our dorm.”

After a pause of a few seconds, Natsume didn't know what to say.

The situation now seems to be getting a little complicated. Two places related to him have received an anonymous donation.

Although I am not the direct beneficiary of these donations, it seems that I will benefit from them.

Natsume suddenly became the focus of assistance for others, which made someone feel confused and even uncomfortable.

Seriously, don't let me know who did this.

Natsume couldn't get angry even if he wanted to. No matter how he looked at it, it was a good thing for his student dormitory and club to receive donations.

Chapter 306: The Elevator of Progress

Okay, that’s all I have to think about today’s annoying question.

After a busy day, don't think about those inexplicable things.

All we have to do is ask Hatsuharu to investigate the source of funds tomorrow. She has a hacker team that Academy City is proud of by her side.

If you think about it this way, you don’t have to take it too seriously.

Dinner time in the student dormitory has passed, but it is not time to go to bed yet.

Feeling a little bored, Natsume Sonoko ran to visit room 208 next door, but after knocking on the door a few times, she found that Misaka-senpai and the others had not arrived yet.

Because of some information he got, although Natsume is a little worried about Misaka-senpai, she has the help of space transportation so her safety is guaranteed.

"Tsuchimikado-san, you haven't gone home yet."

After standing in front of Dormitory 208 for a while, Natsume heard brisk footsteps behind him.

When I turned around, I saw that it was a little maid with a wide forehead.

According to the normal schedule of maids, this excellent maid named Tsuchimikado should be on her way home after finishing a full day of field training at Tokiwadai Junior High School.

"What a coincidence, Natsume. Misaka and the others aren't here."

Tsuchimikado's face seemed a little happy, and even the names he called him became much more affectionate.

"Neither of them were here. They said they came back earlier, but they turned out to be even later than me."

"But what does Tsuchimikado-san want to talk to them about?"

After complaining for a while, Natsume-san continued.

"It's nothing, actually."

"Natsume-san, do you still remember the open day of the Ryouran Home Economics School for Girls?"

Suddenly extending a finger, Tsuchimika asked the question quite seriously.

"Yeah, of course I remember your school's food festival... no, it was the open day."

Natsume's memory suddenly began to rewind, as if he had returned to the distant past.

I remember that a long time ago, Natsume asked a married senior for help and got an invitation card to the open day of Liaoluan Home Economics School.

In one day, you can eat as much delicacies as you want from all over the world, and you don’t have to pay for them. Just thinking about it makes me feel so happy.

Not only the maid trainees in that school, but even the official maids who have already joined the workforce will come out to learn from each other and encourage each other until they can produce all kinds of glowing legendary dishes.

In comparison, Natsume and the others’ previous midsummer festival was too ordinary, and their standards in all aspects were not as good as those of professional maids.

The invitation card was previously placed in the belly of his own teddy bear. Due to improper storage, several corners were folded. Natsume then realized it and put it in the box and found a notebook to hold it.

This thoughtful way of keeping the items shows how much Natsume cared about it at that time.

But too many things have happened recently, and Natsume's mind has been distracted by other things.

"This year's opening day is moved up a week, roughly a few days after the Daiha Star Festival."

Tsuchimikado-san said with some interest.

Just like normal students, it is a happy thing to hold activities in their own school, which is completely different from the performance of a certain bun-haired student in the midsummer festival.

Not to mention being lazy, he looked a bit listless and his attitude was extremely perfunctory.

He had a similar attitude towards the Daihasei Festival, looking like he was being forced unwillingly.

However, Natsume becomes extremely enthusiastic about activities at other schools or things like the opening ceremony of the space elevator.

It seems that despite Natsume's quiet appearance, he actually has a heart that loves to join in the fun.

"Is it really true?"

Life has been a bit hard to describe recently, but fortunately, after getting his new desk, Natsume heard some great news, and he became quite excited.

"Of course, I'm here to give Misaka her an invitation card. Natsume-san already has one, so there's no need to take up my invitation slot."

Holding an exquisite invitation card in his hand, Tsuchimikado-san said seriously.

Just like during the Tokiwadai Midsummer Festival, each student has a certain number of invitations.

In addition, Liaoluan Home Economics School would also send out invitation cards to all walks of life a few months in advance. Natsume's invitation card was received by air after his wedding.

"Don't you have one, Shirai?" Natsume suddenly became curious.

"Shirai?"

"Speaking of which, she stood me up at the Midsummer Festival last time and said she had no appetite for the strawberry cake I made. I remember it clearly. The most important thing is that patients should rest well."

Suddenly, with her hands on her hips, the little maid Tsuchimikado said seriously, with a trace of the maid's self-esteem emerging from her body.

Last night, the strawberry cake that Shirai-san took was the work of a little maid, and it seemed that Tsuchimikado-san, who was wandering around the restaurant, heard it.

"Indeed, the cakes made by Tsuchimikado are so delicious."

Some nodded in agreement, and Natsume also felt that Shirai was unable to appreciate the true meaning of food.

As a senior food connoisseur, Natsume said that food is the elevator of human progress.

"By the way, does Tsuchimikado-san have any extra spots?"

Ignoring the tragic experience of a certain space mover, Natsume thought of something else.

"Let me count. Misaka, Kamijou Touma, Index, and stupid brother. It seems there are still two left."

"Can you give me one, then?"

Natsume-san said expectantly, blinking his eyes.

"Is it for someone else?" the little maid muttered.

"It's Shigefuku-san." The girl with the ball head responded.

"Shigefuku? She's the new transfer student. She's a sophomore, so you should call her senpai, Natsume-kun."

Tsuchimika Tsuchimika keenly discovered the existence of the problem.

"It's not important. Anyway, I'm counting on you."

"Well, okay then. After all, Natsume-san lent me so many comics."

Tsuchimikado-san's tone is still as leisurely as ever.

She slowly reached into the pocket of her maid outfit and took out another invitation card.

"Great, I bought some new comics. Would you like to take a look, Tsuchimikado?" This is Natsume's voice.

The moon was dim and the stars were sparse, and the lights in the corridor seemed to turn burnt yellow.

Some transactions are hidden in the dark corners of Academy City.

With their backs to the glaring lights, the two whispering girls finally reached a shameful deal.

Adhering to the principle of equal exchange, a girl who always likes to open her eyes wide to express surprise received an invitation card, and another girl who has always had big eyes was smiling happily while holding a bunch of comics.

Congratulations, everyone is happy.

After placing the invitation card for the open day at the door of dormitory 208, and specifically noting that it was for a certain railgun, the maid gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.

A guy with a bun on his head knocked on the door of dormitory 215 and waited for a long time before there was any movement from inside.

As a neighbor on the same floor, a certain visually obstructed lady opened the door coquettishly.

"Natsume-san, I'm sorry, I was just listening to music."

A trace of embarrassment appeared on his face, and Shigefuku Shoho blushed as he took off one of his earphones and said.

Judging from the melody playing in the headphones, it seems to be the singing of Senior Sister Minghu.

"Classmate Chongfu is also listening to Alyssa's song?"

Natsume-san said with some joy.

"Well, I suddenly feel that Alyssa's singing can calm people down. Even some fast songs feel very good." Shigefuku Shoho nodded and said.

"I thought so too. This is for you."

A smile appeared on his face, and after saying that, Natsume-san handed over the invitation card in his hand.

"Open Day of Liaoluan Home Economics School for Girls."

"This is from Tsuchimikado-san."

"Tsuchimikado-san?"

Shigefuku-san seemed a little confused, not quite sure about a certain little maid.

"She's the maid with the round face, who is meticulous every day, speaks in a leisurely tone, and likes to ride a cleaning robot to and from get off work."

After carefully recalling Tsuchimikado-san's characteristics, Natsume Sonoko said seriously.

"It turns out it's her."

A trace of realization appeared on Shigefuku Shoho's face. If we mention cleaning robots, the image becomes richer.

The cleaning robot and the little maid, these strange life forms that keep spinning, are very impressive.

As for the guy with the bun hairstyle who often uses invisibility, he is rarely seen by people.

Chapter 307: Balanced City

"Hatsuharu, have you found out what's going on?"