"Didn't Ito-san go to the classroom to take a break? Why are you sitting here?"

After listening to Natsume Patrol's words, Ito Sakurayuki suddenly came back to her senses.

"Ah, Natsume-san!"

She stood up from the stairs suddenly, and because she had been sitting for too long and getting up too fast, her vision went dark.

My head feels dizzy, the world is spinning, and my ears have slight tinnitus.

The girl's body is already fragile, and after this tossing, she can no longer stand and is swaying.

Seeing that Ito Sakurayuki was about to fall, Natsume Megumi quickly stepped forward and held the girl's shoulders.

However, the girl's body still fell towards him, leaning against his chest.

"Are you okay, Ito-san?"

The girl was dizzy and said: "No, it's okay."

After a while, the dizziness gradually faded away, and the girl froze in Natsume's arms and remained silent.

Dare not speak.

I can’t bear to let go.

Natsume Tsurugi was leaned against the girl, and her nose was filled with her fragrance.

He hesitated a little, not wanting the girl to hold him.

Although it was soft and fragrant, he had just finished training and his body was sticky, smelly, and sweaty.

He knew that the girl wouldn't care about this, but he still felt uncomfortable.

"Ito-san, sweat."

The girl made a confused sound: "Huh?"

"My body is covered in sweat, and it will stick to you."

When he said this, the girl realized that it was indeed the case.

I was sweating, my T-shirt was a little moist, and if I smelled it carefully, there was a faint smell of sweat.

"Natsume-san..."

"What's wrong?"

"Sour..."

Natsume Patrol:......

So, he was very uncomfortable, so why did he say it out loud!

Just after I finished exercising, I was hugged by a cute and cute girl, and I was even complained about sourly.

Even though his skin was as thick as a city wall, he was still on fire.

"I...actually I don't sweat a lot." He chose to struggle to the death and save as much face as possible.

"Yeah." The girl nodded lightly.

Under the shocked and hurt gaze of Natsume Xun, she supported his chest with her hands, slowly straightened up, and left his arms.

Disliked...

"Natsume-san, please wait a moment."

As the girl spoke, she rummaged through her bag, took out a piece of wet tissue, tore it open and handed it to him.

"You must feel uncomfortable because you are sweating. Natsume-san, please wipe it off quickly."

Natsume Megumi was moved, took the wet tissue and wiped it.

When one sheet was not enough, the girl handed him a second and a third sheet.

It took seven sheets to barely wipe the sticky skin clean.

"Where did you get these wet wipes?" he asked.

Previously, when he was helping Ito Sakura collect textbooks, he accidentally saw the inside of the satchel.

In addition to textbooks and stationery, there are only keys and a pack of tissue paper, and no wet wipes at all.

"I bought it just now." The girl replied in a low voice.

"And this." She bent down and picked up a bottle of mineral water from the stairs.

Natsume Patrol wants to ask you, are you an angel?

Not only did she sit obediently on the stairs and wait for him, she also bought wet wipes and mineral water for him in advance.

What is this if not an angel?

He did not take the water immediately, but stared straight at the girl.

The girl was shy when he stared at her. She held the mineral water in her hand and lowered her head: "Natsume-san, why are you looking at me like this..."

Treasure girl.

"Thank you." He suppressed the throbbing in his heart.

"It's okay."

"It's almost time. Let's go to the classroom. Give me your bag."

He took the mineral water and extended his hand to the girl.

"No need, I can do it myself..." the girl said.

Natsume Megumi didn't speak, but kept putting his hand in front of her.

"Natsume-san has just finished exercising. You really don't need to help me. I can do it myself."

Keep your hands in front of the girl.

"The shoulder bag is not heavy, I can carry it."

Natsume Patrol remains unmoved.

After doing this several times, the girl had no choice but to blush and hand the satchel tremblingly into his hand.

"Let's go to class." Natsume Xun then picked up her backpack with a happy expression.

The girl looked at his back and the corners of her mouth curved happily.

He turned around and saw her still standing on the stairs and reminded: "Come on, Ito-san, you will be late for class later."

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Thanks to Ito Sakurayuki’s wet wipes, Natsume Patrol can sit calmly in the classroom.

If I'm as sweaty and sour as before, I'm afraid I'll feel embarrassed.

Just like Shikai Aoki in front of him, the students around him want to stay away from him.

Even if he sprays sweat-suppressing spray, there will still be a slight smell.

Of course, Aoki Shihai has never been like this before.

After all, he usually goes to training after school, so he can go home directly even if he breaks a sweat.

Today is a special case, because Natsume said that he would rehearse after school, so he had to temporarily change the training to noon.

Better to change than to lack.

His level of self-discipline is far beyond what ordinary people can match.

This is also the reason why he became the president of the karate club in his freshman year.

On this point, Natsume Tsurugi admires him very much.

This class is an English class, and it does not have a huge span of knowledge like other classes. Natsume Xun listened hard and could barely keep up.

Sakurayuki Ito is a good student herself, and she always pays attention in class.

Therefore, during class, the two of them rarely communicated, and both listened carefully.

On the other hand, most of the other students are playing with their mobile phones, some are sleeping, and less than one-fifth of them are listening carefully.

The teacher had long been accustomed to it, and didn't say anything, but just performed his duties seriously.

We are all adults and our own path in life is ours.

What you do is your own choice, and the teacher will not try to persuade you.

If you learn well, the teacher will not pay you a penny more. If you do not learn well, the teacher will not suffer any loss.

The only thing that can be affected by the entire process is your own future.

Jingle bell——

Perhaps because he listened carefully, Natsume Megumi did not feel that the time was long, but felt that it was quite fast.

Today is the last class on Friday. Before the teacher announced the end of get out of class, the students left the classroom in a hurry.
To be continued...