Chapter 912

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

【Introduction: People rely on clothes, Buddhas rely on gold!】

Natsume Chikage's brows relaxed.

"Thank you, teacher."

He carefully placed the old iron into the packaging box of the new iron, snapping it into the center of the foam mold.

【You have obtained ownership of this equipment, would you like to register it?】

【Yes/No】

"Yes!"

【You have successfully registered this equipment!】

【You have successfully obtained 1 attribute point!】

【Distance to the next attribute point, still missing three special equipment items!】

【Would you like to equip 'Neat Iron'?】

【Yes/No】

"Yes!"

But because the effect was not triggered, nothing unusual appeared around him.

Natsume Chikage was not surprised and replied:

"Teacher Xiao Tian, then I'll head back first."

"Mm."

He picked up the packaging box, pushed the door open, and walked into the hallway.

Sunlight sifted through the window lattice, laying out light grids at his feet.

Natsume Chikage stopped.

He looked down at his school uniform—the left lapel was stained with some white dust rubbed off from the wall.

He moved his intention slightly.

Activated the 【Neat Iron】 effect.

Almost at the same instant.

The gray-white stains on the school uniform seemed to be pushed out from the fabric texture by an invisible force.

They were like tiny dust motes, floating up from the surface of the fabric and falling gently.

The school uniform returned to brand-new cleanliness.

Even the creases seemed to have flattened out a bit.

Natsume Chikage looked down for several seconds.

He turned and walked toward the water fountain at the end of the hallway.

He turned on the faucet, dipped his fingertips in some water, and wiped a stroke gently on his cuff.

A small patch of wetness bloomed on the dark fabric.

He activated the effect again.

The water stain was squeezed by some force, seeping out from the depths of the fibers, condensing into fine water droplets, and rolling off.

Drip.

Drip.

The cuff was as dry as before.

Natsume Chikage was very pleasantly surprised.

—This thing is much stronger than a washing machine's one-touch spin-dry.

If he gets caught in the rain in the future, he can instantly become dry and refreshed.

He looked down at the iron in the packaging box in his hand, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.

It's just a pity.

He pulled up the panel and glanced at the equipment bar.

The synthesis function still had no new reaction.

Among so many special equipment items, only one set of learning-type suits had been synthesized.

It seems the quantity is still not enough.

More are needed.

He gathered the opening of the packaging box and continued walking along the hallway.

He intended to pay back the money first.

Soon.

He arrived at the door of Class 1-B.

When Natsume Chikage stood at the door, most people in the classroom hadn't noticed him yet.

A few girls by the window were huddled together flipping through a magazine.

A few boys in the back row were lying on their desks catching up on sleep.

But there are always people whose gaze will capture that figure by the door in some inadvertent moment.

A girl with a ponytail raised her head.

She froze for a moment, then her eyes lit up.

"Natsume-kun...?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it stirred up a slight commotion in the small circle around her.

More gazes gathered toward the door.

"It's really Natsume-kun!"

"Why would he come to our class?"

A few girls had already stood up, walked quickly to the door, and surrounded him.

"Natsume-kun, is there something you need?"

"Are you looking for someone?"

Natsume Chikage's gaze crossed their shoulders and fell toward a certain position.

Qiu Tian Shana was turning her face to talk to Jin Teng Youcai, not knowing what they were chatting about, her smile bright, revealing that cute little tiger tooth.

He raised his finger and pointed.

"Excuse me, can you help me call Qiu Tian-san?"

"I have something to find her for."

—Looking for Qiu Tian-san?

The expressions of the girls surrounding the door showed a subtle freeze.

Someone blinked.

Someone opened their mouth slightly.

The air was quiet for two seconds.

"Ah... you're looking for Qiu Tian-san?"

"Looking for her... what for?"

"Could it be... is Qiu Tian-san your girlfriend, Natsume-kun?"

"How... how could that be?"

Natsume Chikage was a bit helpless.

"No."

"I just have some things to return to Qiu Tian-san."

—So that's how it is.

The girls at the door breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same instant.

Their shoulders relaxed, and their brows curled up again.

"I knew Natsume-kun wouldn't lie; if he says he doesn't have a girlfriend, he doesn't have a girlfriend."

"Great, I'll help you call her now!"

And the movement at the door finally spread to a deeper corner of the classroom.

Qiu Tian Shana was just in the middle of talking, gesturing with her hands and feet, not knowing what she was describing.