Chapter 531

"I’m only at the beginning of the second volume."

"Oh, oh, it’s here," Saionji Nanase pointed to a page in the manga, "The psychological activity of the male and female leads accidentally leaning against each other in this part is described very interestingly, especially delicately."

"Yes," Natsume Chikage agreed, turning the page, "But when reading it, I always feel very anxious. I wonder which of these two slow-witted guys can take the initiative first?"

"(*^▽^*) Hmm, yes, that’s the charm of this manga, making people anxious and wanting to keep reading." Saionji Nanase nodded with a smile, her hair swaying gently with the movement.

While the two were leaning quite close and chatting happily about the manga plot.

Yukimura Suzune in the seat in front seemed to have eyes in the back of her head, or perhaps she heard the familiar light laughter. Her fingers holding the book page tightened imperceptibly, and she immediately turned her head.

When she saw Saionji Nanase leaning so close to Natsume Chikage again, chatting and laughing, Yukimura Suzune couldn't help but press her soft little lips together, and like a cat whose territory had been invaded, she narrowed her eyes alertly, her gaze becoming a bit sharp.

At this moment, she didn't endure it silently like she did with Tsukishima Rin just now, but looked directly at Saionji Nanase, and her clear, cool voice broke the small atmosphere in the back row:

"Nanase, come here for a second."

Saionji Nanase blinked her lively eyes, a bit confused, but still stood up obediently, walked to Yukimura Suzune’s desk, and leaned over slightly.

"What’s wrong, Suzune?"

Yukimura Suzune took a hardcover novel out of her bag and handed it to her expressionlessly.

"I just finished reading this novel yesterday and thought it was pretty good. You take it and read it."

Saionji Nanase hadn't expected her to suddenly give her a novel, so she took it in a daze and looked down at the title.

"Oh... okay, thank you, Suzune."

Afterward.

Seeing the bewildered Saionji Nanase take the book back to her seat and sit down obediently, Yukimura Suzune’s slightly narrowed, scrutinizing eyes slowly relaxed, returning to their usual indifference.

At this time.

Kondo Miki, who had finished morning practice at the orchestra club, was walking elegantly in the hallway, holding a music score folder, intending to return to her class.

However, her gaze couldn't help but glance, with a hint of concern she hadn't even noticed herself, toward the seat by the window in the back row of Class 1-A.

When she clearly saw that Natsume Chikage, who had very poor grades, still hadn't taken out his textbook or notebook to study seriously today, but was instead reading that flashy shoujo manga with relish, her cold, arrogant brows immediately furrowed.

Then she shook her head repeatedly, her golden hair swaying lightly with the movement, and a look of undisguised disappointment and a hint of contempt flowed in her eyes.

She just felt that he really wasn't suitable for a genius girl like Senior Tsukishima, who was self-disciplined, hardworking, and overflowing with talent; they weren't in the same world at all.

She really didn't understand why Senior Tsukishima Rin was so obsessed with Natsume Chikage.

Just because of a crush?

That was just hormones at work.

Although... Natsume Chikage was indeed very good-looking, but in the end, he was too poor in other aspects.

Even the shogi he could show off was only at a semi-professional level and couldn't earn much money.

After facing a professional player in the next round, he would probably be defeated.

The more she looked at Natsume Chikage, who was reading manga and had no motivation to improve, the more Kondo Miki felt that her choice was correct.

She shouldn't let Natsume-kun be with Senior Tsukishima!

One was in the sky, one was on the ground; they weren't in the same world at all!

*Ding-a-ling*—

The class bell rang crisply, echoing in the hallway.

The students in the class had already arrived at the sewing classroom, and the air was filled with the faint scent of cotton cloth and bobbins.

Home economics teacher Kojii Yuna pushed open the door at this moment.

Her figure was the same as usual, looking exceptionally proud in her well-fitting professional attire.

Below her lip was still that familiar beauty mark that added a touch of charm to her smile.

Seeing Kojii Yuna stand on the podium, she smiled gently:

"Everyone~ good morning."

She had just entered.

The gazes of most of the boys were the same as before, as if they had built-in precision sights.

Their eyes couldn't help but secretly glance at the home economics teacher Kojii Yuna’s figure, which could be described as "explosive."

After Natsume Chikage glanced at it from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly, his thoughts drifting away.

'8K... I really want to know what she usually eats. If I knew the recipe, maybe I could make some similar nutritious dishes for my sister.'

And just when he was thinking about unrelated things.

He was looking at the teacher.

But someone was also looking at him.

Yukimura Suzune, on the side, keenly noticed that Natsume Chikage’s gaze seemed to have landed on teacher Kojii Yuna, and her cold eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with a hint of imperceptible scrutiny.

But Natsume Chikage was a bit far from the teacher, so she couldn't be one hundred percent sure for a moment whether this guy was looking at the teacher herself or at some other... strange parts.

Saionji Nanase just blinked her lively eyes, feeling confused in a natural, dazed way, instinctively feeling that the angle of Natsume-kun’s gaze today was a bit low.

But on second thought, Natsume-kun had always looked quite serious before, so it should... be her imagination, right?

Kojii Yuna clapped her hands gently to attract everyone’s attention and smiled:

"Everyone~ today we will continue as we did in the last class, finishing the class uniforms we didn't finish last time."

"The group members remain the same, okay."

"If you don't understand anything during the sewing process, you can raise your hand and tell the teacher at any time."

Natsume Chikage, Yukimura Suzune, and Saionji Nanase were in the same group as before.

The three didn't say much, walked tacitly to the storage cabinet where the semi-finished class uniforms were kept last time, took them out, and then returned to their workbench to continue sewing.

And Natsume Chikage’s gaze, at this moment, inadvertently fell on an old-fashioned iron that was quietly placed in the corner of the sewing table, glowing with a faint, strange luster.

A few lines of small text that only he could see appeared on the surface of the iron:

[Neat Iron]

[Quality: White]

[Effect: After equipping this item, you can make up to ten pieces of clothing neat and beautiful every day.]

[Introduction: People rely on clothes, Buddhas rely on gold!]

This effect looked quite practical.

Natsume Chikage wanted it very much.

In addition, he was exactly two special items away from obtaining the next attribute point.

He was thoughtful, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the fabric in his hand, and he began to seriously think about how to "collect" this special item naturally.

It was also at this moment.

Yukimura Suzune’s cold voice sounded from the side, reminding Saionji Nanase, who had picked up a craft knife and was preparing to cut the fabric.

"Don't be like last time and accidentally cut your hand again."

Saionji Nanase’s face flushed slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed, but then she nodded seriously, gripped the craft knife, and smiled:

"Hmm, this time I will be very, very careful and will definitely not cut my hand again!"

Natsume Chikage heard this and naturally turned his gaze to Saionji Nanase’s hand.

He found that the cartoon bandage he had put on her before had long since been removed.

At this moment, if you didn't look closely at her finger, you couldn't see any traces of it having been cut.

However, he wasn't surprised.

The body during puberty has a vigorous metabolism, and the recovery ability is always fast.

And the wound last time only looked like it was bleeding a lot, but in reality, the cut wasn't deep.

It had been several days, so it was very normal for it to be almost healed.

Just as each group was chatting in low voices while happily making their class uniforms.

Teacher Kojii Yuna began to patrol the classroom. After patiently guiding a few groups of students, she finally walked lightly to Natsume Chikage’s side.

She leaned over slightly, looking at the dense and even sewing marks under Natsume Chikage’s hand, and then looked at his exceptionally handsome and serious profile, blinked her charming eyes, and leaned in a bit more happily.

That proud bust also inadvertently touched the outer side of Natsume Chikage’s arm lightly.

But she seemed completely unaware, just casually tucking the hair that had fallen toward Natsume Chikage behind her ear, and asked with a smile:

"Natsume-kun, I really didn't expect that your fingers not only look so slender, but also look so skillful and flexible."

"Did you do any special exercises before to train the dexterity of your fingers?"

Natsume Chikage always felt that the teacher’s words were strange, and she was leaning too close, the soft touch making his body stiffen slightly.