Evil schoolgirl stalks me

Chapter 187 So, Fujiwara Kaori traded the past

After leaving the reasoning department, Natsume Yayoi walked to [Yukiyo]'s house.

The misty drizzle became thinner and thinner, and he didn't bother to hold up his umbrella, so he folded it up easily.

He raised his hand to the doorbell and was about to press it, but when his eyes noticed the note at the door, he froze.

The note that originally read "Yukiyo" is now empty, with only the rectangular traces remaining on the wall.

Why is it gone?

Thinking of what he said to Fujiwara Kaori last night, he vaguely guessed the answer.

Fujiwara Kaori really planned to discard the traces belonging to [Yukiyo] as he said.

Natsume Yayoi was silent for a long time.

If Fujiwara Kaori can really isolate herself from [Yukiyo], then she will lose the reason to hate Yukiyo Sakura. This is the reason why he said those words last night.

But he understood that Fujiwara Kaori could not be abandoned. Even if the things were thrown away, his thoughts would not disappear. This was the last thing that maintained the relationship between the dead and the living.

Therefore, rather than resolving hatred, it is better to say that he is transferring hatred.

When Natsume Yayoi fails to fulfill her promise to leave Yukiyo Sakura, Fujiwara Kaori will feel resentful towards Natsume Yayoi...

Ding Dong!

Ding Dong!

Natsume Yayoi rang the doorbell.

After waiting longer than expected, Kaori Fujiwara opened the door.

Holding the door, a woman in pajamas staggered out.

"Natsume?"

She looked at the boy at the door in surprise.

"Is it twisted?" Yayoi Natsume asked, pointing to her feet.

The woman moved her feet subconsciously, raised her hand, brushed her hair, and said softly, "Hmm."

The wide cuffs of her pajamas slid down the woman's white forearms. Natsume Yayoi's eyes subconsciously followed the cuffs, and then froze.

Sensing Natsume Yayoi's gaze, Fujiwara Kaori hurriedly put down her hand, but it was too late.

Natsume Yayoi grabbed her wrist and raised it. She struggled twice, but she didn't break free.

So, she could only let him carefully lift up her sleeves, exposing the scrapes on her elbows and the bruises on her forearms.

Natsume Yayoi stared at her wound and said nothing, but she lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Sorry~"

"Sorry? I should say sorry for coming here uninvited. Shouldn't I?" Natsume Yayoi let go of her wrist and said.

Fujiwara Kaori rubbed the wrist that was a little painful from Natsume Yayoi's grip just now, and followed his words and asked: "Natsume, why did you come here suddenly? Isn't it still club activity time?"

Natsume Yayoi explained: "Teacher, I remember when your stomach hurts every month."

"Eh?!" Fujiwara Kaori immediately blushed. "Why are you remembering this?"

Special days are remembered...

"Teacher, it's not the day yet, so you shouldn't have a stomachache. Moreover, even if you have a stomachache, you have had normal classes in the past few months.

Therefore, the teacher was not unable to teach because of stomachache, but he lied to me.

Because of what happened yesterday, I was a little worried about the teacher, so I came here. "

The woman lowered her head and said "oh".

"Teacher, do you mind if I take you back to your room?"

"You don't mind!?"

Fujiwara Kaori let out a short exclamation after being picked up, and subconsciously put her hand on his chest and pushed him.

"It's fine if you don't mind."

"..."

The strength in the woman's hand slowly disappeared.

Natsume Yayoi kicked the door open and carried her into the room.

Walking to the living room, Natsume Yayoi paused.

The picture frame originally hanging on the wall of the living room is missing, and the layout of the living room has also undergone subtle changes.

In a daze, he saw a woman stepping on the TV cabinet, standing on tiptoes trying to remove the photo frame from the wall. Because she was a little short in height, she tried to jump up, but her foot slipped on the power cord of the TV. Click.

The next second, the woman fell off the TV cabinet and hit her arm on the edge of the TV cabinet.

Pfft!

The woman fell to the ground.

Snapped!

The picture frame swayed and fell, and the corner of the picture frame made a slight dent in the surface of the wooden TV cabinet.

"Natsume?"

Seeing Natsume Yayoi holding herself in a daze, Fujiwara Kaori couldn't help but call him.

"teacher."

"Ok?"

"Are you really going to do this?"

Fujiwara Kaori's heart trembled.

Then, she pursed her lips and chuckled.

"Didn't I already do this?"

Natsume Yayoi said "hmm" and didn't ask any more questions.

Carrying her to the bed in the bedroom, Natsume Yayoi carefully put her down and turned to go out.

"Natsume," Kaori Fujiwara called him.

"Ok?"

"Are you leaving again?"

Looking at the woman's pitiful frown, Natsume Yayoi naturally understood that she didn't want to leave here to find Yukiyo Sakura like last time.

"Teacher, is there anything you want to eat?"

Fujiwara Kaori was stunned for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a moving smile appeared on her charming face, which was slightly seductive.

"I want to eat fat beef rice, vegetable salad, fried fish, and..."

Fujiwara Kaori was talking excitedly about what she wanted to eat, but she noticed that Natsume Yayoi's brows were frowning more and more, and her speaking speed had slowed down.

"What, what's wrong?"

Natsume Yayoi sighed helplessly.

"Teacher, the correct answer to the question just now is: I like whatever you do."

"Eh!"

"...But for the sake of reward, let's just be a little more careful today."

click!

Natsume Yayoi walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.

……

Fujiwara Kaori waited in the bedroom for a long time before Natsume Yayoi walked in with sweat on her face.

"Sorry, teacher, I kept you waiting~"

"Natsume, why are you like this?"

Fujiwara Kaori took out the tissue from her hand, took his hand and sat on the edge of the bed, wiping his sweat while asking.

"...There are so many things you want to eat, and it takes a lot of time to prepare them."

Fujiwara Kaori paused wiping sweat with her hand.

"Wait, you didn't do everything, right? I just wanted to let you choose what I like to eat..."

Natsume Yayoi was also stunned.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I thought you weren't that stupid..." Kaori Fujiwara continued to wipe his sweat helplessly and guiltily.

"Men will become stupid if they are requested by a beautiful lady." Natsume Yayoi laughed.

"A man is just a boy!"

"So, would it feel better to think of me as a boy?"

"Eh?"

"Come on, let's eat."

Natsume Yayoi picked her up by the waist.

Fujiwara Kaori put her hands around his neck, leaned her face on his shoulder, and then asked softly:

"What did you just say...what do you mean?"

"Although I don't want to admit it, I am still underage. If our affairs are known to others, do you know what others will think of you?"

"...Of course I know." Fujiwara Kaori said after being silent for a while.