Chapter 32: Have you forgotten me, Natsume-kun?

April 1st is the first day of the new semester for most high schools in Japan.

Natsume Chikage walked out of Hibiya Station, carrying his schoolbag, and merged into the sparse crowd alone.

Because he hadn't been to this school many times, he had to rely on the guidance of the mobile phone navigation.

Fortunately, the route was not complicated, and a nearly straight road connected the station and the school.

Before he could fully recover, the school gate of the Private Moonlight Academy stood quietly in front.

"Ten minutes on foot..."

He repeated in a low voice, engraving this time into his mind.

Putting away his mobile phone, he looked up and truly gazed at this institution for the first time.

The campus buildings were magnificent and elegant, and a dark wooden plaque with "Private Moonlight Academy" was hung on the stone gate pillars, the characters dignified and powerful.

Natsume Chikage knew a little about this place.

In Tokyo, the Private Moonlight Academy is a well-deserved prestigious school.

It is supervised by the Minister of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology, and there is no shortage of children from political and business families and prominent families in the school.

Top-notch teaching staff, beautiful environment, active clubs, and rigorous school style together built its reputation.

Because of this, the tuition is far higher than that of ordinary schools.

Even so, countless families are competing to send their children here.

At this moment, many luxury private cars parked outside the school gate had silently signaled the family background of a small number of students.

At the main gate, students in uniforms walked into the campus one after another.

Student council members and duty teachers stood on both sides to maintain order on the first day of school, and Natsume Chikage's arrival made them look a few more times.

Only because Natsume Chikage's appearance and temperament were completely different from the ordinary students around him.

Walking into the school gate with the crowd.

The cherry trees on both sides of the road were in full bloom, and the breeze swept by, shaking off a piece of light pink flower snow, swirling and dancing in the air.

Many freshmen stopped and raised their mobile phones to capture this dreamlike moment.

Although the senior students were used to this scenery, there were still people walking in groups of three or two, talking and laughing softly under the flower trees.