Temperature Control 8

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Chapter 8

Keep getting up early, Natsume-san

The night faded, and the morning sun shone on the seventh district student dormitory of Tokiwadai Middle School.

In a dormitory 210, the alarm clocks rang one after another, as if a thousand chattering Dorm Supervisors were talking, leaving no time for people to rest.

But there was nothing he could do, after all, it was not someone else who set the alarm time.

As if awakened by the noisy sound, a yawning figure slowly climbed up from the sofa and looked helplessly at the alarm clock not far away.

A thin layer of frost suddenly stained the apple-shaped alarm clock, and then the noisy sound gradually became smaller until it could no longer make a sound.

The small copper bell on the alarm clock had been frozen to the striker at this time. The other parts of the alarm clock were still running normally. It can be seen from the alarm clock that the time is now almost 7:10.

Accompanied by a weak complaint, Natsume-san buried her head on the sofa again, hugged the big bear beside her and continued to sleep.

she’m so sleepy, why does it have to be dawn? — Natsume-san’s complaint.

Looking away from Natsume-san, there are two neatly placed beds in the middle of the 210 dormitory, but there are no quilts or pillows, only two clean Simmons mattresses of unknown brands.

In any dormitory hygiene inspection, Natsume-san always won the cleanest bed award because there was almost nothing on her bed.

Since the development of the ability to control temperature, and the realization of attaching a constant temperature layer to the body that lasts all year round (the brain is still working after sleeping), beds are no longer a necessity for Natsume-san.

As long as the place is clean, Natsume-san said that she could sleep comfortably.

On the contrary, the bottom of the bed was filled with all her treasures.

Let’s ignore the mess under the bed.

There were sounds of walking and playing in the corridor outside the dormitory. There were sounds of people rushing back to the dormitory to get things, and there were also sounds of people dropping things on the ground. Occasionally, there might be some ambiguous sounds such as “Sister, you bastard”.

It’s so annoying. Natsume-san was woken up again and was still standing there. She was in a mess and didn’t want to think about anything. The only thing she wanted to complain about was the extremely strict schedule of Tokiwadai Middle School.

Wake up at 7: 00–7: 30; breakfast at 7: 30–8: 00;

The first class of Tokiwadai Middle School starts at 8:30, and the remaining time is enough for students to rush to school from the student dormitory.

Natsume Enako seems to be a little uncomfortable with the daily routine of junior high school. After all, Natsume Enako previously attended an ordinary elementary school, which did not have such strict rules as Tokiwadai Middle School.

Usually, she would sleep until 20 minutes before class, then she would slowly tidy up her appearance and rush to the classroom 10 minutes in advance.

Since she started Tokiwadai a few days ago, Natsume Enako has encountered some troubles. On the one hand, she needs to adapt to the life of junior high school, and on the other hand, she is preparing for physical examination.

The whole person is in a state of lack of sleep, and even has two panda eyes on his face.

The loss of time will not be disturbed by human will at all. Natsume-san, who is extremely eager to stop time, has to make a difficult decision.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and got off the sofa like a puppet, Take out Tokiwadai’s school uniform from the box under the bed and put it on.

Beige V-neck knitted sweater, white short-sleeved shirt, gray pleated skirt, Natsume Enako changed her pajamas and put her into the box, then put on the school uniform skillfully.

Tokiwadai’s school uniforms are all tailor-made. Natsume-san did not feel uncomfortable at all. On the contrary, she looked much more energetic after putting on the school uniform. Of course, it is best to ignore the pair of sleepy panda eyes.

Natsume Enako subconsciously glanced at the time on the alarm clock. Now the frozen copper bell on the alarm clock has thawed, and the time is about 7:25 or 7:26.

“Fortunately, it’s not too late.” Natsume Enako’s expression eased, which was much better than getting up at 7:29 one day and almost being caught by the Dorm Supervisor.

The Dorm Supervisor should be checking the dorms everywhere at this time. Thinking of this, Natsume-san didn’t dare to stay in the dormitory to wash up leisurely, and hurried to the public washroom in the student dormitory. It was better to move quickly.

Next time, she must get up earlier and try to keep up with everyone! Don’t get caught by the Dorm Supervisor! Natsume-san thought silently.

By the way, did some strange oath sneak in?

But Natsume-san also found that she was getting more and more sleepy. Is this a sign of entering a growth period? Is she going to grow taller?

Tokiwadai Middle School’s student dormitory not only has an independent bathroom, but also has a public bathroom and washroom in the seventh district student dormitory for the convenience of students. Although it is still within the sphere of influence of the Dorm Supervisor, you should not encounter the Dorm Supervisor before the inspection is completed.

When Natsume Enako went out, there was almost no one in the corridor, but she finally escaped the clutches of the Dorm Supervisor. When Natsume Enako rushed to the public washroom, she only saw a classmate who had finished washing and was about to go to the cafeteria for breakfast.

“Students, hurry up, everyone is already eating.” The classmate did not know Natsume Enako, but kindly reminded her.

“Thank you for your concern, I know.” Natsume Enako hurriedly ran past her and responded while running.

Standing in front of the huge mirror in the public washroom, Natsume Enako carefully checked her appearance, pressed down the collar of her short-sleeved shirt, and buttoned all the buttons near the V-neckline. The red decorative lines on the collar were also carefully pressed flat.

After combing her hair into a bun and changing into a handsome school uniform, Natsume Enako took out the towel and toothbrush she had prepared in advance from the personal belongings cabinet in the public washroom and began to brush her teeth and wash her face.

When she finished washing, a girl wearing a Tokiwadai school uniform and a black bun appeared in the mirror. She was about 1.45 meters tall.

Delicate facial features, bright eyes (forcing herself to keep them open), too-fair skin, light dark circles around the eyes (a little conspicuous because of her fair skin), and some toothpaste foam at the corners of her mouth.

Natsume Enako wiped off the foam at the corners of her mouth, gritted her teeth and adjusted the constant temperature layer near her head to a few degrees below zero.

Instantly, Natsume Enako’s eyes were round, probably because of the inhalation of the cold wind, coupled with the rapid contraction of the blood vessels under the skin, The whole person finally woke up.

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After taking two servings of milk and a loaf of bread in the cafeteria, Natsume Enako sat down and ate breakfast slowly.

It was completely different from when she was in elementary school, when she ate the egg pancakes bought from the roadside stall in a few bites during the break.

Although it was only more than ten minutes after breakfast, the students of Tokiwadai Middle School had almost all left.

“Alas, I didn’t see Senior Misaka and Kuroko-san at all.” Natsume Enako was drinking milk with a straw. Everyone had basically finished eating and left. Only a few who got up late or couldn’t get up were still eating breakfast leisurely.

Natsume Enako waited at the dormitory door for five minutes before the campus bus drove over slowly.

Sitting on the campus bus, Natsume-san, sitting in the back seat by the window, stared out the window in a trance. She looked a little absent-minded, but her body was straight and her skirt was smoothed flat, like a lady from a noble family.

The campus bus is shared by five schools in the seventh school district, the school garden, and the interior is luxurious and spacious. It is divided into two floors, the lower floor is for students, and the upper floor is actually a cafe. It is also known as a double-decker parade car.

It is said that this car can withstand the bombardment of artillery shells, and its explosion-proof performance is even better than that of ordinary Armored Car.

Tokiwadai Middle School does not have a sitting system, that is, there is no so-called class system, but for unified management, the same grade is nominally divided into three large classes. In fact, the class system is implemented.

Natsume Enako followed the flow of people into the school, recalling the schedule for this month, while comparing the school map, and soon walked into the etiquette classroom.

Walking into the classroom, Natsume Enako realized that the teacher was teaching Western etiquette in this class.

The use of knives and forks is just the basics, and there are more etiquettes in Western banquets and dances.

For example, how to eat various fish, how to drink soup, how to sober up red wine, etc.

Looking at the various fish and caviar that have been placed on the desks in the classroom, it seems that this class is to teach how to eat fish according to Western etiquette.

Natsume Enako couldn’t help but touch her stomach, and a bitter smile appeared on her face. It seems that she can’t eat anymore, especially the milk for two has already filled Natsume Enako’s belly was full.

“Let’s sit in a secluded corner.” Just when Natsume Enako made up her mind, someone suddenly patted her from behind.

Natsume Enako turned around and found that it was Wannai Kinuho from the same grade. She stood there like a lady, with her hands clasped in front of her and a warm smile on her face.

“Natsume-san, let’s find a good seat. Teacher Dicun is an expert in Western etiquette. Her class is not easy to listen to.” Wannai Kinuho looked at Natsume Enako, who was hesitating to explain something, with some surprise, but still pulled Natsume-san to sit in the most conspicuous middle.

Natsume Enako’s day of study officially began. She followed the teacher to learn how to eat various fishes like a lady and how to spread caviar on bread.

“It turns out that Natsume-san doesn’t like to eat fish. No wonder she looks a little weird.” Wannai Kinuho looked at Natsume-san who was eating fish with a sad face, and seemed to understand something.

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