Chapter 58 All that was lost were my underwear!

"The Taylor formula I just wrote is actually a function simulation process. You can understand it if you understand it carefully. In addition, the core test point of the exercises assigned by Mr. Murakami is to use the pinch theorem combined with the periodicity of definite integrals to solve them. I see many students coming up.

The first thought is Lópida, and Lópida is seeking the derivative and the limit..."

"Ding ding ding!"

The bell interrupted the old professor's talk. He looked back at the clock hanging on the blackboard, then gently threw half of the chalk in his hand onto the table and clapped his hands.

"Take a ten-minute break. If you need to go to the toilet, go quickly."

As a result, many subtle sounds began to appear in the originally quiet classroom. The girl moaned, stretched her arms and waist, talked to her friends, and opened her mobile phone to reply to her boyfriend's message; the teenagers invited their friends to go to the toilet, and they agreed not to mention their names.

I might as well skip the next class.

Only in school classes can you taste the blend of knowledge and youth.

A student came in from outside the classroom and brought the old professor a thermos cup that he had left behind. There was a little bit of wolfberry soaked in the thermos cup, which was a health-preserving drink recommended by the old guy from the Chinese Department.

He opened the thermos cup and blew in the hot air. He looked around the students in the classroom and his eyes fell on the boy in the last row who was still writing at his desk.

I didn't expect that there are children who love learning so much. They are really hardworking.

The old professor sighed in his heart, but if he knew that Natsume Naoki actually didn't like his class, he didn't know whether his appreciation of Natsume Naoki would change.

Disliking a certain teacher's class does not mean hating the teacher. Natsume Naoki just simply couldn't keep up with the old professor's thinking... He mostly looked for reasons within himself. His understanding was too poor and he couldn't enjoy it.

"Why? I still can't figure it out!"

After thinking for a long time, Natsume Naoki straightened up and stretched, his eyes focused on the blackboard he copied.

He used one piece of calculation paper after another, but he still couldn't tell which step the professor had omitted. It was like an entire mountain road collapsed from the middle, making it impossible to penetrate from front to back.

Sitting aside, Chizuru Amamiya has been writing and drawing since class started. She also has a lot of scratch paper in front of her, but her scratch paper is not mathematical formulas but some sample pictures of clothes.

"It seems your maid hasn't come."

Amamiya Chizuru suddenly struck up a conversation with Natsume Naoki.

Originally, she didn't want to disturb Natsume, but considering that there was another class coming up, the purpose of recess was to relax his mind, rather than letting him skip all the rest and put the cart before the horse, so she decided to talk to him to divert his attention.

force.

Natsume Naoki was stunned when he heard this, and then realized that Asai didn't seem to be here.

It took all his energy to just concentrate on the lecture in class, but he really didn't notice that the seat on the right was always empty.

After thinking about it, he decided to call Asai.

"Dudu...hey, why didn't you come to class?"

The tone did not mean to question, it was a very ordinary caring tone. In addition, Natsume Naoki had just recovered from the pressure of study at this time, and a feeling of exhaustion swept through his body. The tone was slightly lazy, which sounded a little in love in Amamiya Chizuru's ears.

It smells sour.

She turned her head and looked at Naoki Natsume, who sat upright and closed his eyes slightly. He was pinching the corners of his eyes with one hand and talking on the phone with the other. She felt that this tone did not seem like the tone of communication with a maid.

She also has a maid in her family, but they all have an employment relationship, more like employees and bosses.

Why does it look like you are talking to your girlfriend on the phone?

"In the supermarket? Why did you skip class because... there was a sale?" Natsume Naoki was stunned, "If eggs are cheap, you have to come to class."

"No, I'm not blaming you... You said you can teach me without going to class? I didn't ask you to come to class because of this. I mean those are not important. The important thing is that other things can't affect your normal behavior.

university life.”

Natsume Naoki smiled helplessly. He really didn't know how to explain to Asai that she also had her own life. She was also a student at Waseda, and she had to study hard for several years before entering Waseda. She shouldn't

Delaying study and career because of working as a maid...

She is also the apple of her parents' high hopes!

In Natsume Naoki's eyes, work is just work. He regards Asai more as a friend who lives together instead of a maid whom Amamiya Chizuru understands.

Chizuru Amamiya?

Realizing that there was a girl listening next to him, Natsume Naoki hesitated for a while, covered the phone and whispered: "Let's talk about the rest at home. There is no need to cook for lunch. I will take you out to eat. You still have about an hour."

Think about what kind of meal you want to eat... That's it, see you later."

After hanging up the phone, he rubbed the corners of his eyebrows and said, "She had something to do and couldn't come. I'm sorry that I took up my seat in vain."

"Ah, it's okay. It doesn't matter where I sit."

Amamiya Chizuru shook her head. This guy actually thought about whether his position would affect others.

"Do all people named Natsume have this kind of personality?"

"What?"

Natsume Naoki was a little confused, why did everyone with the last name Natsume look like this?

Chizuru Amamiya stretched out her index finger, as if something was floating on top of her head. It was something real.

"For example, Natsume Takashi."

He actually got what Amemiya meant, smiled, and extended his index finger: "But Natsume Soseki is not. And I am far behind Natsume Takashi."

"So you also read "Natsume's Book of Friends"!"

"I originally went to watch it because the last names were the same, but I didn't expect that I would watch the sixth season."

Natsume Naoki feels that there should be many people with the surname Natsume in Japan who are interested in the series "Natsume's Book of Friends", probably because of the same surname.

He put everything behind him, and then looked at Amamiya Chizuru, "Now you can tell me why you came to me."

"I wanted to ask if you have any clues about the theft in the swimming pool."

Amemiya Chizuru suddenly became a little more serious, causing Natsume Naoki to raise her eyebrows slightly.

It turns out that Little Butter Loli also seems to be serious.

"Why are you interested in this matter?" he asked, "You also lost...lost your clothes?"

The word "underwear" was too embarrassing to be uttered. The two of them were not even friends now, so some euphemisms could be considered polite.

But maybe Chizuru Amamiya and Naoki Natsume have slightly different views on things. She said sternly: "Yes! That guy stole all my underwear!"

The voice was not too quiet and attracted the attention of some people. Natsume Naoki quickly motioned to Amamiya Chizuru to lower her voice.

"Hey, you are a girl after all, and you are the eldest daughter of a wealthy family, right? Be more reserved!"

"What's so reserved about this? In your eyes, underwear is a dirty word that cannot be said."

Chizuru Amamiya spread her hands indifferently: "I am majoring in fashion design, and there are even many subdivisions of underwear in our class. If even talking about underwear is obscene, how can the teacher teach? There are also boys in our major, is it possible that the teacher

Do we have to kick all the boys out during lectures so that they can’t listen?”

Natsume Naoki scratched his head, he didn't understand this, but even Amamiya Chizuru was used to it, but almost all the students sitting in this classroom are from the Department of Science and Engineering, and the fashion design major does not have advanced mathematics courses.

Many students don’t understand it just like me. They don’t understand the brain circuits of the design major.

So in order to prevent Chizuru Amamiya from continuing to talk about underwear and bras in a serious manner and causing other people to misunderstand, he began to change the topic.

He noticed the underwear model pictures Amamiya Chizuru drew in the advanced mathematics class. He could draw such precise drawings with his bare hands without the aid of any rulers and compasses. He had to admire the difference between the top scorer in the college entrance examination.

Amamiya Chizuru also noticed his gaze, so she said proudly: "How about it, they are all my proud works!"

"It's very beautiful, with straight lines and soft arcs, and my drawing skills are very good."

"Can you tell?"

"I have taken mechanical drawing as an elective and know that it is difficult to draw such straight lines with bare hands."

"These are my stolen underwear."

"Ah?" Natsume Naoki was stunned. With Amamiya Chizuru's acquiescence, he took the drafts and counted them, at least a dozen sketches: "You lost all of these?"

Amamiya Chizuru nodded: "To be more precise, all the underwear lost in the swimming pool belong to me."

This made Natsume Naoki even more confused.

What do you mean it's all yours?

As far as he knows, at least Tohsaka Megumi has been stolen from?
Chapter completed!