"The afternoon before yesterday, Miko and I went to work at the convenience store together, and I saw you get in Kaguya's car..."
Halfway through speaking, Hana suddenly covered her pink lips, nervously looking at Miko.
"Don't bother looking." Natsuki commented. "Miko already knows."
"I'm sorry, I won't ask anymore."
The good friend hurriedly apologized.
"I already told Miko about what happened that afternoon." Natsuki looked at Miko. "If you want to know, go ask Miko yourself."
Hearing this, Yotsuya Miko puffed her cheeks slightly.
Passing the ball to her like that was infuriating.
At the same time, Kaguya Shinomiya, stepping out of her car, turned her gaze toward the three people at the school gate. Then her delicate brows, like distant mountains, furrowed slightly.
"Kaguya is looking at us and frowning." Hana was startled, whispering, "Could she have heard us talking about her?"
"Don't worry." Natsuki said. "She can't hear."
They were separated by dozens of meters. The ice sculpture young lady wasn't Superman—she definitely couldn't hear.
The reason she was frowning was because of Mrs. Kaguya beside Hana.
Natsuki glanced at Mrs. Kaguya from the corner of his eye, his eyelid twitching slightly.
To absorb warmth, Mrs. Kaguya was pressed close to Hana. From a distance, it looked like two beautiful girls cuddling together.
Seeing her own mother cuddling with another girl—even an ice sculpture girl would feel jealous!
"Little Kaguya, good morning."
Mrs. Kaguya waved, her smile exceptionally radiant in the sunlight.
It was just that her body's transparency was worrying.
"Let's go to the classroom."
Natsuki withdrew his gaze, turned, and walked toward the school building, having absolutely no intention of talking to Kaguya Shinomiya at the school gate.
Those who dared approach and talk to the ice sculpture young lady were true warriors.
Natsuki had no desire to become a campus warrior.
It was still early, and the classroom was mostly empty with few people present.
Natsuki's seat was by the window near the back door. Not long after he sat down, Kaguya Shinomiya entered through the back door, extending her slender, pale fingers like scallions, saying in a low voice:
"Come out with me for a moment."
Hey hey, what's with this feeling of a teacher summoning a student?
Do you want to knock on my head three times too?
Natsuki silently stood up and walked out of the classroom.
"Little Kaguya, did you miss your mother?"
Mrs. Kaguya placed her hands behind her back, tilting her head to look at the ice sculpture young lady.
Kaguya looked straight ahead, pretending not to hear.
"How mean." Mrs. Kaguya's tone was resentful. "Your mother has been looking forward to seeing little Kaguya today ever since we parted yesterday. I finally got to see you, and you won't even smile."
The ice sculpture young lady had another title: [Kaguya-hime Who Never Smiles]. If she showed the same bright smile as you at the school gate, she'd become the top headline news before lunch break!
"Little Kaguya really does hate her mother, doesn't she?" Mrs. Kaguya covered her face with both hands, her voice aggrieved. "I'm running away from home!"
"Even if little Kaguya comes looking for me, I won't go home with you."
That's enough. As a guardian spirit, your free movement range is only about the size of one room. Where are you going to run away to?
"...Stop talking."
Kaguya finally couldn't help but speak, saying in a low voice: "It's not convenient to talk in the hallway. Let's go to the activity room."
"You can pretend to talk to Natsuki-kun." Mrs. Kaguya quickly suggested.
"Please absolutely don't." Natsuki firmly refused. "Whispering with Kaguya feels like something very dangerous would happen."
"Where's the danger?"
Kaguya tilted her head to look at him, seemingly unsatisfied with Natsuki's answer.
Natsuki thought for a moment: "...I'd probably become the whole school's public enemy?"
Kaguya crossed her right arm over her chest, the corner of her pink lips lifting slightly: "Caring too much about others' gazes will make life very difficult."
Is that why you often show that contemptuous expression like you're looking at paramecia?
Treating others as paramecia means you naturally don't need to care about their gazes!
"We're here."
Kaguya stopped in front of a classroom door.
"I remember this is an unused classroom, right?"
Natsuki thought back.
"We're not using the board game club anymore. People coming and going is troublesome." Kaguya took out a key and opened the door. "Yesterday I had... had someone simply clean it up. Until I become student council president, we'll temporarily use this classroom as our activity room."
Natsuki walked in curiously and was surprised to discover that the originally empty classroom had completely transformed.
The floor was covered with a soft carpet of unknown material. The furnishings included high-end leather sofas, a low table for tea sets, bookshelves, potted plants, a dining table, and even a desk for practicing calligraphy... You call this simply cleaning up?
This was a complete makeover!
The power of money is terrifying.
"Your mother stayed up late playing on her phone again last night." Natsuki explained the situation. "Oh, and Fujiwara and I entered a game dungeon on the subway on our way back last night. Did you know?"
"Fujiwara sent me a message." Kaguya nodded slightly. "I saw it. When you entered the dungeon yesterday, I didn't receive any notification."
Natsuki said: "The game really has many things we still don't understand."
"Little Kaguya, hurry and recharge Natsuki-kun." Mrs. Kaguya urged. "Feeling weak and powerless is so uncomfortable."
"If you know it's uncomfortable, don't stay up late playing on your phone." Kaguya couldn't help but say.
"But phones are really fun." Mrs. Kaguya blinked. "When I died, we only had feature phones. I never imagined phones now would have such powerful functions."
"Facebook has already changed its name and is going all-in on the metaverse." Natsuki took off his school uniform jacket, then lay down on the carpet. "In a few more years, there might be a qualitative leap... Kaguya, you can start."
Kaguya looked down at Natsuki's back, gently biting her lip.
You lie down so skillfully—just how many times have you done this with Yotsuya Miko?
Acting as if nothing was unusual, Kaguya removed her indoor shoes and raised her foot wrapped in black stockings, placing it on Natsuki's back.
Even a sheltered young lady who knew nothing could feel the embarrassment of this position, causing the tips of her ears to turn slightly red.
"Mm..."
Mrs. Kaguya sat on the sofa, tilting her head back to reveal her snow-white, slender neck. An alluring low moan escaped her lips. "A strange warm current is entering my body."
This is the legendary wireless charging technology, converting emotional energy into other energy—it's not some strange warm current!
Natsuki's feelings were complex and subtle.
To be honest, without deceiving himself, being stepped on by the ice sculpture young lady really was more comfortable than being with Miko.
As they talked, his phone suddenly vibrated.
Natsuki picked up his phone to check. "It's a message from Chika. She saw our bags and is asking where we are."
The recharging motion on his back paused slightly.
"...You've exchanged contact information with Fujiwara?"
Kaguya suddenly asked.