Temperature Control 48

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Chapter 48

Visiting Uiharu

Natsume Enako frowned, her eyes full of thought, and suddenly she realized something, so she added a few strokes to her work, making the prisoner’s nose a little higher.

“Natsume girl, why do I feel that the two people in the painting are not the same as before?”

Komoe Sensei turned her head and looked at someone who was writing furiously on the low table, with a hesitant look on her face.

Natsume-san’s talent for painting is questionable. Although the strokes are not crooked, she are not professional. It even made people think that it was a comic style. In the end, only a rough outline was drawn.

But someone still seemed to be unaware of this. He was still frowning and carefully recalling the appearance of the two prisoners, meticulously showing his talent in painting.

In fact, you can still see a little expression from the eyebrows of the two people. Natsume Enako put down the pen in her hand, she heaved a long sigh of relief.

Very good, very energetic.

Natsume Enako looked at the two energetic criminals in her painting, and her face showed a little sign of thinking again. She seemed to have confused the criminals with the characters in a comic she had read these days.

Because the comic had a profound impact on Natsume Enako, Natsume Enako’s thoughts have been a little off recently, but it should not be wrong.

Just when Natsume Enako was hesitant, Komoe Sensei took the pen from Natsume Enako’s hand and retouched and altered several parts of her face. Instantly, the style of painting changed greatly.

“This is the right way, Natsume girl, are you drawing a comic?”

Komoe Sensei said a little helplessly. Natsume Enako drew the criminals with sharp edges and corners, which was obviously not realistic.

“That’s right, I think so too.” Natsume Enako looked at the joint achievements of the two people, Nodding in approval, Komoe Sensei is really amazing, she can still clearly remember the appearance of the two criminals.

“Are he the two?” Kamijou Touma seemed to be lost in memories, thinking carefully about the people he had seen recently.

“I got it.”

As if he had an idea, Kamijou Touma hit his other open hand hard with his fist, and took out his mobile phone to take a photo.

When it comes to the people in Academy City, Tsuchimikado Motoharu can be said to be popular everywhere, and the blue-haired earrings who work in a nearby bakery are also a good character.

“Done.” Kamijou Touma carefully took a picture of the two people in the picture with his mobile phone.

During the period, there was no incident of the mobile phone running out of battery or the screen being accidentally crushed, so it was safe and sound.

“Sent successfully.” It seemed that he had achieved something remarkable, and the unlucky high school senior showed a look of joy.

It has been a long time since the bicycle incident, and Natsume Enako has almost gotten used to taking the school bus and the tram on time.

But what made people very concerned was that when she was taking the tram back, she actually saw a weirdo sitting on the electric pole through the tram window, thinking about something.

This weirdo wore a white school uniform, a red jacket, and a white headscarf on his head. He sat solemnly on the top of the narrow electric pole, as if he was using his willpower to endure the invasion of the nearby scorching heat.

“There are so many weirdos in Academy City.”

Sitting on the tram, there was not a single wrinkle on her body, Natsume Enako, who maintained a good upbringing as a young lady, complained silently.

In fact, being a young lady is not easy. You have to get up on time and eat every day, go to class and learn a lot of things, be good at manual work, be proficient in multiple languages, behave in accordance with the rules, and there is also a fierce Dorm Supervisor in the dormitory.

In such a harsh environment, Natsume Enako felt that she could still hold on, which was already very impressive.

“Really, has Fantasy Hand become so rampant?”

Senior Natsume Enako casually browsed a certain website with her mobile phone, and looked at the large number of related posts in the website forum with a little surprise.

Not only are there popular science posts about Fantasy Hand, but there are also posts about improved ability after use, various requests for purchase, and replies such as the host asking for sharing.

This kind of popularity almost squeezed out all other urban legends. The theme page of Natsume Enako’s mysterious machine that controls the weather, because someone didn’t have the intention to keep the popularity, she don’t know where it has been buried for a long time.

[After using Fantasy Hand, my ability has improved from lv2, especially in the past few days, and it has greatly improved on the basis of the current LV4]

[The effect is remarkable, lv0 directly improved to lv3]

[….]

“Really, is Fantasy Hand’s ability so exaggerated? This seems a bit too much.” Natsume Enako looked through various comments, her head full of strange thoughts.

….Ordinary dividing line…

“Hey, this is a fever-reducing potion, Uiharu-san has a cold?”

Natsume Enako was surprised to hear the news, and even the chocolate shaved ice in her hand didn’t smell good anymore.

To be honest, she couldn’t stand any illness or pain.

“Well, she had a cold today and asked for leave. I’ll go get her some medicine later.” Saten-san said with a bag of medicine in one hand and a cup of shaved ice in the other.

Because someone always treats people to shaved ice, it seems that everyone likes to buy a cup of shaved ice habitually recently.

“Uiharu-san is sick, Kuroko, did you know?” Senior Misaka sat on the bench and glanced at Shirai-san who was sitting like a lady.

“Sister, I went to visit Uiharu-san as soon as get out of class was over today.”

“And the workload of the discipline committee has increased a lot recently, and Uiharu has to stay late at night. Maybe that’s why she caught a cold.” Shirai-san sighed, Said a little helplessly.

“Although Uiharu herself said that there was nothing wrong, I am still worried about leaving her alone in the dormitory.” Saten-san beside her said with some worry.

“If that’s the case, then let’s go visit Uiharu-san together.” Senior Natsume Enako slowly put down the shaved ice in her hand, nodded and suggested seriously.

“First of all, we should prepare some gifts for visiting the patient.” Senior Misaka clenched her fists and said very imposingly.

“I will go wherever my sister goes!” Shirai-san’s words are still very characteristic of her.

Natsume Enako and others couldn’t think of what gifts to buy for visiting the patient, so she bought a large fruit basket at a nearby fruit store.

By the way, when passing by a bookstore, Senior Natsume Enako also bought two girls’ novels.

“Natsume-san, are you going to give two girls’ novels to Uiharu?” Shirai-san held the schoolbag in both hands, turned her head and looked at Senior Natsume Enako who was holding two thick novels, and asked in surprise.

“It’s actually a good gift. I remember Uiharu likes to read these novels.” Shaking a finger, Saten-san said thoughtfully.

Sakugawa Junior High Girl Student Dormitory, District 7.

This should be the first time that Senior Natsume Enako came to Saten-san and Uiharu-san’s dormitory.

This is a very ordinary student dormitory, located about one kilometer away from Sakugawa Junior High Girl. The entire student dormitory has three floors, upper, middle and lower, and can accommodate nearly a hundred students.

There are surveillance cameras nearby, and Security Robots often patrol here. Although the security is not as good as the Tokiwadai Middle School District 7 Student Dormitory, it is not bad.

In addition, there is no Dorm Supervisor here, it is completely a small world for students.

“Why do I suddenly feel a little envious.” Natsume Enako walked up the stairs, thinking of a Dorm Supervisor who liked to wear black-framed glasses, and suddenly had some inexplicable thoughts in her heart.

“Knock, knock, knock.” The sound of knocking on the door sounded.

“Sorry to bother you.” ×4

Uiharu-san looked very weak, and opened the dormitory door weakly. Natsume Enako and others entered Uiharu-san’s dormitory.

“I’m sorry to bother you all to come here for my matter. Today’s task of the Discipline Committee depends entirely on Shirai-san.”

Natsume Enako helped Uiharu lie back in bed, and touched Uiharu-san’s forehead with some concern.

“It’s okay, Uiharu-san, just take a good rest.” Shirai-san also spoke at this time.

“It’s not serious, only 37.3 degrees Celsius.” Natsume Enako is more sensitive to temperature than ordinary people, and can tell the approximate temperature just by touching it with her hand.

The temperature of Uiharu-san’s forehead is not high, just a common headache.

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