Chapter 587

Fujiwara Aoi was ashamed and angry, responding repeatedly, only asking her mother to shut up quickly.

“Understood, understood! Really understood! Go home quickly!”

However, on the way to push her mother back.

In Fujiwara Aoi’s mind, the things that happened this morning appeared involuntarily—

The thing about Natsume-kun setting a bet with the ace pitcher of the baseball club because of Senior Yukimura Suzune.

Although Natsume-kun explained later that it was more for himself…

But when she heard the cause of this incident was related to Yukimura Suzune, she indeed… felt a sour taste that was hard to ignore.

At this moment, combined with the “radical” “teaching” from her mom just now…

A corner of her heart couldn’t help but waver.

Should she… really, be more active?

Home.

Natsume Chikage opened the door gently with a key, carrying the box with the new iron and his schoolbag, and returned to the quiet and warm home.

“I’m back.”

He said toward the room.

Soon, two small heads poked out from the living room.

Natsume Ruri raised her head from her pile of manga draft paper, and Kaga Reisa also moved her gaze away from the textbook she was reading.

“Welcome back, brother!”

“Welcome back… Chikage-brother.”

Natsume Chikage smiled slightly at the two and changed into indoor slippers.

“Yeah, I’m back.”

Saying this.

He carried the things in his hand into the living room and placed the box and schoolbag next to the small table.

And Natsume Ruri, who was originally focused on the storyboard of the girl’s manga under her pen, blinked those clear large eyes.

Her gaze was quickly attracted by the square box with the brand logo on the sofa.

Noticing the text description on the side of the box, she put down the pencil in her hand curiously.

“Brother, when I saw you at the theater at noon, I wanted to ask… why have you been carrying this box?”

She leaned closer and looked carefully.

“Looking closely now… you actually bought an iron?”

Natsume Chikage’s face remained as usual, and he explained vaguely with a reason he had thought of beforehand.

“Look, didn’t we move to this new house recently? There is more space here, and there is a washing machine.”

“Since there is a washing machine, if there is no iron, I always feel that some clothes are wrinkled after being washed and dried, and they are not crisp enough to wear.”

His tone was natural, as if he was just considering daily needs.

“Before, when living in that small room of only three tatami mats, the place was too small, and there wasn’t even a washing machine, clothes were hand-washed and dried, so I felt it wasn’t necessary to buy an iron.”

“But now that the conditions are a bit better, thinking carefully, having an iron is still quite necessary. Some shirts or school uniform jackets will look much more spirited after being ironed.”

Natsume Ruri listened, and a happy smile bloomed on her face, and she nodded vigorously.

“Mm-hmm! Brother is right!”

In fact, she had also wanted an iron for a long time in her heart.

It’s just that she felt the family’s economy wasn’t very well-off before, and her brother’s part-time job was hard, so she never said this small wish out loud.

Now seeing her brother buy it back actively, she was naturally both surprised and happy.

She immediately stood up from the sofa and impatiently opened the brand-new packaging box.

When she saw the clean and professional white iron with smooth lines inside, she couldn’t help but weigh it in her hand, an expression of loving it appearing on her face.

“It looks very easy to use!”

She immediately took action, ran to the wardrobe, took out another spare school uniform of hers, and excitedly wanted to try this new “toy” immediately.

And Natsume Chikage looked at this brand-new iron, but a thought that others couldn’t perceive flashed through his mind.

Before going to the convenience store after work, he specifically took a detour to an appliance store and bought a new iron of the same brand and model, replacing the special iron he brought back from the teacher.

After all, that old iron, as special equipment, was already lying quietly in his “equipment bar,” and its effect could be called at any time.

So, it was the safest choice to replace it with a new one while his sister didn’t know the specific situation.

At this moment, seeing his sister excitedly preparing to use the school uniform to try the new iron, Natsume Chikage quickly reminded her, his tone carrying the concern of an older brother.

“Ruri, the fabric of the school uniform is relatively delicate, and it’s not cheap. You are not familiar with the temperature control and usage of the new iron yet.”

“It’s better to practice with other old clothes that are not so important first. After you get used to it and master the heat, it won’t be too late to iron the school uniform.”

Natsume Ruri’s movements paused, thought about it, and felt that what her brother said made a lot of sense.

The temperature of the iron’s soleplate is very high, and if you don’t control it well, or stay for too long, you will really burn or even scorch the clothes.

Although the teacher did teach how to use the iron and some life skills in the school’s home economics class.

But theory is theory, and when it comes to actual operation, you still need actual practice to find the feel.

“Brother is right, I was too impatient.”

She stuck out her tongue and put down the school uniform obediently.

She turned and opened her brother’s wardrobe, picking out a cotton T-shirt that her brother usually wore at home and was a bit old.

“Then let’s practice with this old shirt of brother’s first!”

Saying this, she excitedly plugged in the iron, waited for it to heat up, and then carefully spread the T-shirt on the ironing board.

Kaga Reisa, who was watching from the side, also put down her textbook and walked over to help.

She carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on the T-shirt with her hands, so that Natsume Ruri could practice more smoothly.

Natsume Chikage looked at this scene, feeling a bit ashamed in his heart.

He told her to practice with “other” clothes, and she was good, directly and accurately selecting brother’s old clothes…

But thinking about it, forget it, after all, it’s his sister.

At this moment.

Watching the two girls surrounding the ironing board, like getting a new toy, taking out old clothes that were not so important, practicing ironing techniques seriously, and occasionally exchanging insights in a low voice.

Natsume Chikage didn’t disturb their warm and focused time.

He picked up the prepared clothes for changing and washing, said “I’ll go take a bath first” softly, and turned to walk toward the bathroom.

He sank his consciousness into the interface that only he could see.

He planned to use the free attribute point he had obtained today that hadn’t been used yet.