What to do if you are too obsessed with Natsume

The weather in early summer became too fast, and the golden sunlight sank behind the high-rise buildings at some point. Under the thick clouds, there was a whole gloomy landscape outside the car window, just like Xuezhi's mood at the moment.

She was sitting on the train from Shinjuku to Yokohama at this time, and she kept thinking about the conversation she had with Gojo-sensei just now in her mind——

"That's weird, why didn't that Natsume-kun tell you when he came back? Aren't you very close?"

"Are you too annoying?"

The guy said something that made Xuezhi extremely sad in a light and fluttering tone.

"No, I'm not annoying! Natsume wouldn't think so!"

At that time, I refuted Gojo Satoru so firmly, but when I got on the train to see Natsume, I thought of what Gojo teacher said, and I felt like I was stabbed in my heart. I wanted to see Natsume with a strong feeling. The heart of the drum shrank into a small ball as if it had been sucked away by something.

Natsume came back, but didn't tell me the reason——

Is it because you don't want to see me?

Just thinking of this possibility, Xuezhi felt a little sore deep in his nasal cavity, and his chest seemed to be blocked by something, which was very uncomfortable.

The tram rumbled forward, and it only took more than half an hour for this train to travel from Shinjuku to Yokohama. Yuki leaned her head on the cold window, thinking a bit sadly, why didn't this train drive a little slower.

The transparent car window reflected the girl's face that seemed to be about to cry. After the daylight was covered by dark clouds, a drizzle of rain began to float outside the window at some point, gradually blurring the girl's eyebrows and eyes.

May is about to enter the rainy season. Thinking about it carefully, the weather forecast for a certain day seems to have indeed reported this.

When she was walking on the street and felt the cold touch of the drizzle on her face, she suddenly remembered the weather forecast that was broadcast at an unknown time.But for Xuezhi, whether it is sunny or rainy, she has never developed the habit of carrying an umbrella.

Clutching the address Gojo Satoru gave her just now, Xuezhi remembered that she had been on a mission with Gojo-sensei before. If I remember correctly, it must be the famous red light district in Yokohama.

How could Natsume be in such a place?

Thinking about it, Xuezhi had already walked to the entrance of Kabukicho First Street. In the hazy drizzle, there were conspicuous signs and advertisements everywhere at a glance. In the dark weather, colorful lights were lit up, and she was wearing fishnet stockings. Young girls in short skirts, unscrupulous boys with dyed hair, and society people in neat suits, excited, tired, numb... There are various expressions on the faces of all colors.

Even though it was not night yet, it was already an extremely noisy street scene. When passing by the half-open bustling clubhouse, the sound of fierce metal instruments flowed out from inside, like a popular pop song. Stopping in front of the clubhouse, the rainwater flowed down the glass windows, blurring the girl's reflection in front of the window.

She didn't stop because she heard a familiar song, but because she felt terrible.

Going to see Natsume in this state is terrible.

She wiped her face with the back of her hand, her palm was full of cold rainwater, her hair had already become a little wet, she sighed, at least she should tidy up her current appearance.

The girl who was drenched in the rain stood in front of the brightly lit clubhouse. Although she was facing the mirror, her shoulders were drooping, like a poor puppy.

"Miss, are you an applicant girl?"

A middle-aged man in a suit with a big belly approached her.

What "looks very pure", "will definitely be the number one", "a princess worth tens of billions..."

Chattering all the time.

Ah, I really want to lose my temper.

Xuezhi's eyes were a little empty. According to the address given by Wujo teacher, Natsume should be nearby. What is the number of this club... Xuezhi looked back, No. 34 Xiading Road, she spread the note in her hand , with an address written on it, No. 39 Xiading Road.

It should be around here.

"Miss, it's raining outside, why don't you come in with me to take a rest, have a warm bath, and eat some delicious snacks..."

When Xuezhi was looking for something, the man in the suit moved the umbrella closer, as if he wanted to hold the girl's hand.

"Look, there's a lady on the corner who seems to be in trouble..."

On the second floor of an izakaya in a diagonal corner, California Qingguang looked at the street through the wet glass window. Under the drizzling rain, the girl was wearing a skirt, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but she had a kind of aura that seemed to be far away from people. Ethereal temperament, neck and shoulders are very slender, as if broken.

"Where is it?" Yamato Moranda followed California Qingguang's gaze. The girl in the skirt shook off the man's hand and stepped into the rain again, but she walked very slowly, as if looking for something.

The girl's appearance reminded California Qingguang of some kind of little animal that was afraid of being abandoned, and a soft piece in his heart collapsed.

"Let's invite the girl up to take shelter from the rain, and let Song Xian prepare some refreshments for her."

As soon as California Qingguang got up, he saw their master Natsume Takashi coming out of the room.

"What are you talking about?" Natsume Takashi asked.

"There's a girl outside in the rain, and we're going to invite her to come up and sit down."

While speaking, California Qingguang stretched out his finger and pointed down the street corner.

Natsume looked down, the amber pupils reflected the girl's drenched appearance in the rain, showing a lonely and helpless look, Natsume's heart suddenly tightened, and by the time he realized it, he had already suppressed Qingguang shoulder, "I'll go."

Before California Qingguang could say anything, his master had disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

"Is it someone you know?"

Natsume didn't bring an umbrella when she went out, and the girl stood a few steps away from him with her back facing her.

"Snow Branches,"

He called her name in a soft tone almost like a sigh.

The moment the girl turned around and their eyes met, Natsume looked at her reddish eye sockets and almost wondered if he really did something wrong.

"Natsume, Natsume..."

Xuezhi buried his cold face on Natsume's shoulder, sobbing softly, the hot tears that fell from his face almost burned his right shoulder, the heat seemed to melt the ice that had built up in his heart until he was completely It's good to melt into one.

Natsume sighed, and finally stretched out the hand that had been hanging by her side, but instead of hugging her, she just gently stroked the girl's soft hair as before, "Go back."

Then he took Yukie back to the izakaya, which was Honmaru's temporary settlement in the present world, located at the end of the street.

Xuezhi just cried a lot, her eye circles were still red, Natsume took her back to her room, cut off some gossip eyes, and then went to get a clean towel and a hair dryer.

"Natsume—!! Xuezhi, that clingy... ouch..."

Before Teacher Mao finished speaking, Natsume was punished with an iron fist, "Teacher, don't keep arguing with Xuezhi."

After warning Mr. Cat with his eyes, Natsume entered the room with a towel and a hair dryer. Mr. Cat wanted to follow in to join in the fun, but hit the door with a "bang".

"Hey, you two don't mess around in it..."

The cat teacher jumped up and down outside the door, and finally the loyal Hasebe took the cat teacher away.

In the room, Xuezhi sat on the bed, sniffed, looked up at Natsume with a beautiful face, red eyes.

Natsume handed her a dry towel, "Why are you crying again, what happened?"

Xuezhi lowered her head, silently twisting the corner of the towel.

Natsume stood not far from her, watching her patiently.

After five or six minutes, Xuezhi looked up, with sad and aggrieved eyes, "Why didn't you tell me that Natsume was back?"

"Is it because I'm so annoying that you don't want to see me?"

As she talked, Xuezhi's eye sockets became moist again, as long as she thought of this possibility, as long as he nodded and said yes, she felt for no reason that she would hold this sad mood until she died.

Please don't hate me--

Please like me!

When Xuezhi's eyes met Natsume's, the emotion that was so strong that it seemed to overflow almost made Natsume want to run away.

But Natsume quickly came back to his senses. He kept telling himself that Xuezhi's feelings for him were just like a baby bird complex. An outstanding man will naturally transfer this feeling to others.

The white-haired boy I met yesterday was pretty good.

Thinking of this, Natsume finally stabilized his mind, showed his usual gentle expression, stood a few steps away and explained to Xuezhi, "I didn't deliberately hide it from you, it's just that Honmaru still has a task to complete. I originally planned to I plan to see you after the mission is over."

"I didn't expect you to come to me first..."

Natsume smiled helplessly, lowered his head and looked at her tenderly, "I miss you very much too, I have never found you annoying."

"Tell me, why do you think that?"

Xia Mu's eyes fell on Xue Zhi's face again.

"Because Wutiao teacher said, you didn't tell me the news when you came back, you must think I'm bothering you!" Xuezhi looked at Natsume aggrievedly, and if it was me, I would definitely tell you everything about myself , Xuezhi still silently added in her heart.

Natsume covered his face with one hand helplessly, thought for a while, and said to Xuezhi, "That teacher Wujo just made you angry on purpose, don't believe what he said."

Xuezhi wiped her wet hair with a towel, and nodded approvingly. Natsume breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Xuezhi had finally uncovered the matter.

After a while, Natsume heard Xuezhi ask again in a very puzzled tone, "But, Natsume, why are you standing so far away from me?"

"do you hate me?"

"...It's not a question of whether you hate it or not."

Natsume glanced at Xuezhi sitting on the bed, and turned his head away. If he explained to her that he must keep a distance from the opposite sex at this time, this guy would definitely say something that would make people blush. This is Natsume's intuition.

"That is……?"

"In short, you should clean up first."

Saying that, Natsume went out and closed the door thoughtfully.

Although Natsume didn't say it on the spot to remind him to keep a distance from the opposite sex, he has decided to copy a few documents on the Internet later and send them to Xuezhi at night for her to study hard.