Temperature Control in Academy City

The young man took out a stack of beauty salon flyers and introduced them enthusiastically while holding them up.

"I think it's the most suitable for two young ladies like you. Whether it's straight curly hair, straight perm, double ponytails, single ponytail, curly hair, curled hair, single whip, or double braids, it's all fine."

"If you want, you can also customize your hairstyle according to your personal preferences. In fact, I personally think that bobs are more suitable for you two. This hairstyle is very popular in recent comics."

Trying to put on a friendlier smile, the blue-haired boy who was good at sales tried to be more professional.

When it comes to experience in odd jobs, perhaps no one in the entire high school has as much experience as him.

"No need, our school has a fixed beauty shop."

At the same time he shook his head vigorously.

Looking at the increasingly weird smiling face in front of them, the two girls from the fog hill took a few steps back, and then disappeared at the end of the street without looking back.

"I failed again. It turns out that working as a doll costume worker is more suitable for me."

Holding the minibus, a blue-haired high school student fell into deep thought, as if considering his own position in the part-time job world.

Come to think of it, there were also problems with my part-time job making doll costumes.

The last time I was working near the venue of the Academic Society, if I hadn't taken off my doll mask, I would never have made the passing blonde girl cry.

"So what about this lady, are you interested in taking a look? This beauty shop is really good."

The blue-haired high school student turned around and saw a girl with a bun. He was not discouraged at all by what happened just now and continued to talk with a smile.

He knows best about being unpopular with girls, so how can he fix that?

"Actually, I'm the Discipline Committee member."

After thinking for a few seconds, Natsume skillfully took out a green shield armband from his pocket.

It seemed as if I had seen this person somewhere before, but the current situation was completely open to the intervention of the Discipline Committee.

Although I don't have the awareness of a discipline committee member, this green shield armband can always solve many problems.

"I'm just doing a part-time job after class. I'm not a suspicious person. This is my student ID."

The smile on the blue-haired boy with earrings froze, and he began to explain leisurely.

As a problematic person who is questioned dozens of times by the Disciplinary Committee every year, he has long had the corresponding awareness and always carries his student certificate in his pocket when he goes out every day.

“I’m just here to buy comics.”

He blinked and looked at this overly cooperative boy with some surprise.

As an irresponsible discipline committee member, Natsume disappeared at the end of the street holding the comic book.

"This was let off by the Discipline Committee."

"It's obviously a good thing, but why do I feel sad?"

A thoughtful look appeared on his face, and the blue-haired boy once again confirmed the fact that he was not popular among girls.

"However, it seems that the person just now really didn't open his eyes."

Suddenly thinking of something, Natsume looked back with some concern, and found that the man had already walked away.

The sight cannot observe everything accurately, but Natsume's thermal perception can.

The heat emitted by different parts of the body is different, and Natsume can receive this heat into his head before it mixes with the ambient temperature.

So, his eyelids were definitely closed.

"A person with the ability to sense or predict. Although his appearance and behavior are a bit strange, he is really hardworking in some ways."

Natsume wasn't too interested in it. He was just surprised for a moment and then put the matter behind him.

In Academy City, it is not uncommon for people with all kinds of special abilities to exist.

After strolling around the nearby shopping street for a while, Natsume returned to the student dormitory somewhat absent-mindedly.

It is already four o'clock in the afternoon, and there are still two hours before the import and export management stations are completely closed today.

However, under normal circumstances, ordinary outside tourists will not be allowed to enter after one hour.

Although I haven't received a call from my parents yet, I ran into Misaka-senpai and the others at the gate of the Tokiwadai student dormitory.

"Is that person Misaka-senpai's mother?" Natsume thought in his head.

Chapter 312 Parents and Dormitory Supervisors

A student in the seventh district of Tokiwadai Middle School.

Unlike the school garden which was strictly guarded and closed to visitors, the student dormitory was actually open to outsiders, but outsiders could usually only use a part of the hall area of ​​the student dormitory.

In a corner of the hall, there is a video phone for people to contact students in the dormitory. The couriers who deliver items on weekdays also talk to the students in the room through here.

Once you obtain a pass from an internal student, or are brought in directly by an internal student, the restriction on entry will no longer exist.

Of course, the students inside are naturally responsible for this, and the ubiquitous guard robots and security systems will faithfully record everything.

If you are unlucky and meet a dorm warden, you may need to fill out a lot of admission documents.

However, this is somewhat different from the situation encountered by Misaka-senpai and the others. As one of the student representatives, Misaka Mikoto seems to be facing the tragic fate of having her parents called in.

Time went round and round, and the time when a certain railgun was caught for hiding contraband was still vivid in his mind. The experience of staying out all night and destroying public property many times made the warden make a painful decision.

This made a certain girl with a bun-haired hairstyle feel sympathetic, because her situation was only slightly less serious than that of senior Misaka.

Fortunately, I have always listened to the warden. Whenever I jump out of the window in the middle of the night, I will wait until the warden finishes checking the rooms.

To be honest, Misaka-senpai's mother is really a beauty. When she is young, she looks like a college student in her early twenties, with fair and shiny skin.

If you look closely, it looks like a larger version of Misaka-senpai.

Well, in all aspects.

In Natsume's sight, the mature version of Misaka-senpai seemed to be staring at her daughter with red cheeks with interest.

This parent had just arrived at Academy City, and not only was he allowed to enter the Tokiwadai Student Dormitory, but he was also allowed to enter the most mysterious office of the dorm supervisor. This was something he had not expected.

"As for me, I was planning to come tomorrow."

"But I suddenly received a call from your dormitory teacher a few days ago, so I decided to leave early. Speaking of which, Mikoto, you are not a well-behaved person in school."

He was wearing a light grey long-sleeved shirt, dark black slim trousers made of light fabric, and a pair of comfortable flat shoes.

These clothes may look ordinary, but you can tell at a glance which high-end brand they are from. Natsume definitely doesn't recognize them.

With her family's neat short hair and facial features very similar to those of the A Certain Scientific Railgun, this active over-age college student named Misaka Mirei lowered her lips with her finger and smiled thoughtfully with the corner of her eyes.

Although it is a little late for her to return to university at her age, it is never too late to learn, and she is looking forward to learning knowledge from university.

"Really? Don't take this kind of thing too seriously." Misaka Mikoto said angrily.

A hint of dissatisfaction appeared on the face of a certain senior student at the right time.

He originally planned to take this troublesome woman to find a hotel to rest, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he went straight to his student dormitory. It turned out to be premeditated.

Senior Misaka seriously suspected that this unreliable mother was here to laugh at her.

"Don't worry, Mikoto. This is the first time I've encountered such a thing as asking parents to come. In fact, I'm quite looking forward to it. I definitely won't be angry."

As if she was completely unaware of her daughter's worries, Miss Misaka Miling tried hard to act like an adult, with a hint of eagerness on her face.

"This is not something to be happy about at all, and don't say anything weird to the warden."

Misaka-senpai replied weakly, her hair standing up a little.

She had long known how unreliable her mother was, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"Of course I know this. After all, Mikoto is a big kid now."

Nodding seriously, Misaka Miling patted her collarbone and said as if making a promise.

"Misaka-senpai is really pitiful."

Natsume Sonoko had walked into the hall of the student dormitory without knowing when, and was speechless as she looked at the two people arguing at the gate.

He silently avoided Misaka-senpai and the others, avoiding putting Miss A Certain Scientific Railgun into a more embarrassing situation.

However, just as he was about to swipe his card to enter, a surprised voice came from behind Natsume.

"You must be Sonoko."

Misaka Miling's attention seemed to be drawn over there, and she stared at a girl with a bun with curious eyes.

"Eh."

"Auntie, do you know me?" Natsume was stunned for a moment, then turned around in surprise.

"Although I am indeed my aunt's age, it still sounds a bit disappointing."

"Thirty-year-olds should stop pretending to be young."

Senior Misaka couldn't help but touch her forehead, and the skin on her face suddenly became rosy.

It was so embarrassing, especially in front of my schoolmate.

What Natsume-san was worried about immediately came true.

"Although this is our first meeting, I met your mother on my way to Academy City."

"And we talked for a long time, so naturally I know you, Sonoko. You and Mikoto-chan are both from Tokiwadai."

After thinking for a while, Misaka Miling answered.

"Come to think of it, you and your mother really look alike."

Having said that, Misaka Miling walked around a certain bun for a few times before speaking with certainty.

"But she didn't seem to be very good at driving. I left her behind in no time."

A look of joy immediately appeared on her face. Misaka Miling seemed to be particularly interested in things like racing.

"Eh."

Natsume tilted his head, his mind a little confused.

I immediately thought of a female driver who was frantically stepping on the accelerator while holding the steering wheel at a loss.

But when did my mother learn to drive?

And forget about driving, it’s so late now, there’s no way I’d make it to the closing time of the last station.

Well, it doesn’t matter even if we can’t make it. Natsume-san can just fly over to pick them up, and we can handle the formalities the next day as well.

Natsume has often stayed out all night and then gone to get a new certificate. He is very familiar with this kind of thing.

Putting aside Natsume's glorious history, good children should never imitate it.

The dormitory supervisor's footsteps were a little late, and he looked strangely at the girl with a bun-like hair who was immersed in inexplicable joy.

Under Misaka-senpai's worried gaze, the two older girls quickly found common ground and the atmosphere immediately became lively.

"Nice to meet you. Are you Misaka's older sister?"

"A lot of people say that, but I'm actually her mom."

"Is this true? Is there any useful maintenance secret?"

This was a rare curiosity of the fierce warden.

Chapter 313 The cutest in the world

Humans' joys and sorrows are not the same, and Misaka-senpai just thinks they are noisy.

Looking at the two elderly girls who were getting along better and better as they chatted, like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years, a rare trace of silence appeared on the face of the Railgun.

Sure enough, I should have insisted on taking my mother to a hotel to rest first.

"Misaka-senpai, are you okay?"

Natsume Sonoko finally couldn't help but speak, poking a senior who was standing there in a daze with some concern.

But Natsume looks very happy now. The curve of his mouth betrays his inner joy. He took out his mobile phone and was ready to answer the call at any time.

I still don't plan to call, it's hard to change Natsume's insistence.

They usually like to put on an expressionless and cool look, and their dull look is also impressive.