Natsume's Little Mister

As the typhoon passed, the rainstorm and thunder gradually dissipated.

From the distant eastern sea to the boundless western land, the sky is as clear as blue, extraordinarily clear, more moving than the most beautiful aquamarine.

The smoke is gone in the breath, and the air is slightly humid but not humid, which makes people feel refreshed early in the morning.

Yokohama is back to bustling, as if nothing happened.

In Natsume's mansion, Jiarui Nizi touched Natsume's forehead and changed a wet towel.

Tucking the corner of the quilt for the sleepy Natsume, Kazuko couldn't help but sigh.

"During this time, Natsume was really tired."

Yarui Glass glanced at Natsume's distracted Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru was leaning against the wall with his arms folded, his sunglasses had been taken off, revealing starry blue eyes.

Originally, according to Natsume and their estimates, after he was exiled twice, he would withdraw from everyone's sight on the grounds of lying in bed to recover from his injuries.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. No one expected that after watching "Santuchuan" exiled in a different space, Natsume fell limply when he turned around.

It frightened Mr. Madara into a daze.

After being rushed to the hospital, he developed a high fever that night.

After a bunch of examinations, the hospital only came to the conclusion that Natsume was very weak, and there was nothing to do about it.

After Jia Ruozi learned of the situation, he and Gojo Satoru rushed to Yokohama overnight.

After using the reversal technique, Natsume's face became much ruddy, and the high fever subsided a little, but he was still unconscious.

Teacher Cat has been clustered around his pillow, very worried.

"Why did Natsume suddenly pass out?" Gojo Satoru asked in a daze.

He regretted agreeing to Natsume's plan very much now, and the staff had been reduced before the war officially started, which made him very uncomfortable.

Jia Ruozi knelt beside Natsume, with distressed eyebrows and eyes: "Comprehensive reasons, after Natsume's exile of the space last year, it seemed that there was no big deal, but it still buried hidden dangers for now. I'm so sad..."

Gojo Gojo slammed down on the wall angrily, his thin lips pursed tightly.

until noon.

Natsume just woke up from a dark and sweet unconsciousness, and the last thing he remembered was the astonished eyes of Mr. Kitty and Nakahara Chuya's hand.

My body was so sore as if I had run 5000 meters, with excessive accumulation of lactic acid, and a sense of powerlessness as if I was eating my bones.

He heard someone talking beside him, but his eyelids were heavy and his body was heavy.

Staring closely at Natsume, the cat teacher noticed the faint struggle on his face, and stood up all the way, pushing Natsume's cheek with his furry claws.

"Meow~Natsu-"

On one side, who was discussing things with Gojo Satoru, Iiri Goko quickly approached, and it happened that Natsume finally opened his eyes after struggling a lot.

The magnified face of Mr. Kitty occupied Natsume's entire field of vision.

"Teacher." Natsume frowned and called softly.

Gojo Satoru picked up Mr. Cat, only then did Natsume see the situation around him clearly.

"Why are you here? I'm fine, you go back quickly." Natsume struggled to sit up.

Jia Ruozi rolled his eyes.

"It's nothing to blame. If it weren't for me, you don't know how long you would be in a coma."

Teacher Cat struggled and jumped down, Gojo Satoru ignored him and leaned over to help Natsume up.

Natsume clutched her chest and felt her heart rate was a bit fast, similar to the feeling of palpitations caused by staying up late for more than a month without sleep.

"What's going on in Leibo Street?" Natsume was still thinking about the monsters who helped in the past and the damage in Leibo Street.

"Don't worry, you took the other side. And now everyone knows you're badly hurt.

Congratulations, now everyone thinks that you won't recover for a long time, you have successfully made yourself out of everyone's sight, and you don't need to exile another space. "

Jiarui Nitzi nodded Xia Mu's forehead, and said bitterly.

Gojo Satoru stuffed a few pillows behind Natsume, and added: "Those old guys sent someone over to look at it. Your situation was really bad before, and they were not willing to let you die, so your plan can be regarded as a success. .”

Natsume breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good."

However, he raised his arm, and even his fingertips trembled slightly.

Alas, in this case, if it wasn't for him being able to use his soul body to act, it would really be a standard configuration for a seriously injured person.

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The author has something to say:

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I'm still reluctant to let little angel Natsume go into exile again, so be it, the next thing is to mess up the oranges!

Another: It is estimated that it will be finished in four or five days, don’t get fat, and finish it with me, please~ Please collect and pre-acquire the author (the green one), and the "Witcher" episode next door will start after I finish this Even.

感谢在2021-01-3120:01:52~2021-01-3123:56:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 50 bottles of small ????; 10 bottles of judy; 3 bottles of Yuxia;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!