I'm tired, break up

The next morning.

Golden fried salmon and tamagoyaki, white soft tofu, clear bonito soup, a small bowl of round rice, and a small dish of vegetable salad.

Fujiwara put the food on a plate one by one, then turned around, put them on the tray in front of Ichishiroha.

"Auntie contacted me, she said that you went out without breakfast today." Fujiwara Yuki said.

Isshiroba stared at Yuki Fujiwara, his puffy cheeks looked like a puffer fish that had just been caught out of the water. "Senior, whose fault do you think this is?"

"It's my fault." Yuki Fujiwara said lightly, and he pushed the tray in front of Isiroha. "So please use it, this is my compensation for you."

A color feather turned his face away. "I will not eat!"

"Why?" Fujiwara Yuki seemed a little confused. "This reference recipe for breakfast is your favorite food, and it should suit your appetite."

Not only is it very appetizing, Fujiwara Yuki's cooking skills are already at the pinnacle, and this time, the recipes are specially customized. At this time, Isiroba must hold his head high and use great willpower to control his vision. Slide down, otherwise she suspects that she might do something extremely embarrassing - for example, one second, she said arrogantly that I would not eat it, but the next second it will be really delicious or something

"Because as soon as I lower my head to eat, a strange woman will appear and take Senior away." Yishishiyu's voice gradually sank. "Senior disappeared in front of me in this way yesterday morning."

As she spoke, she looked up at Yuki Fujiwara, secretly expecting in her heart: With the super high EQ of the scumbag senior, if she speaks in this tone, he will definitely make a promise "today I will be with Caiyu all day long." Oh".

Then she can justifiably monopolize the senior for a whole day.

But Isshiki was disappointed in the end, Fujiwara Yuki did not obey her expectations, but pushed her glasses, and reminded her in a calm tone: "Isshiki, although this sentence may seem strange to me, but I remember , the earliest relationship between you and the group of 'strange women' in your mouth should be partners"

"It's not a partner!" Yi Caiyu was so angry that she jumped up, and when she slapped the table, the bowls and chopsticks on the tray shook violently, and the clear bonito soup splashed away, which showed her strength and resentment deep. "Those selfish guys! They are all thieves trying to take Senior away from me!"

Someone behind the scenes listened to the wingman's declaration of almost a complete break, pushed his glasses, and hid himself deeply.

At this moment, the sound of "da da da" high heels knocked on the ground from far to near, someone pushed the door and entered, the white coat was gently swaying in the air, and the morning light illuminated the unruly short brown hair.

"Hey, it really is here."

Yi Caiyu turned his face away, and cast a "Look, a strange woman appeared" gaze at Senior Scumbag.

"Fujiwara, where's my motorcycle key?" The woman leaned against the door of the cooking classroom with her hands folded, her emerald eyes gleaming lazily, and asked as if no one was there.

Yishiroyu narrowed her eyes. Among the group of resentful women who flooded Sobu High, she especially hated this Miyano-sensei, because she was the only one who had been in and out of the scumbag's territory without any scruples, just like a lioness Returning to the territory to meet the Lion King was as natural as if the two of them had ruled the grassland together yesterday.

"Here." Fujiwara Yuki took out the key from his pocket and threw it over. "I parked your locomotive in the parking lot dedicated to faculty and staff, and Mr. Hiratsuka's Bugatti is parked next to it. It's a big red car, very recognizable."

"Thank you." Miyano Shiho nodded, grabbed the key and put it in her pocket. Her eyes looked around the room, and finally stopped on the breakfast tray of a colorful feather.

Yi Caiyu's face darkened, and he leaned forward quickly, opened his arms, and covered the breakfast of love made for him by his predecessors.

"By the way, Mr. Fujiwara, please make another breakfast, I haven't tasted your cooking for a long time." Miyano Shiho obviously didn't care about the jealousy of a little girl, she sat down calmly. "I happen to be hungry."

"Cooking for the teacher doesn't seem to be a student's duty, right?" Fujiwara Yuki said lightly.And this also made Yi Caiyu a little relieved. It seems that although the scumbag senior had to face the workplace harassment of those women, he always sticks to the bottom line and keeps a necessary distance from them.

——I didn't have any strange colors on my head.

Hearing this, Miyano-sensei's eyes narrowed slightly, she took out a wallet from her white coat, opened it and patted it on the table. "And what if I pay for it?"

Sitting at the side, Yi Shiyu secretly glanced at the wallet, and suddenly his eyes fell on the side of the wallet, on which was stuck a photo sticker of two people: one of them was Fujiwara Yuki with a slightly green face, and the other One is not the slender and curvy Miyano-sensei, but a short, brown-haired little girl, who sits in the arms of the scumbag senior with an intimate posture, her eyebrows and eyes are [-]% similar to Miyano Shiho, It's almost like a smaller version of her.

--Who is that?It can't be the daughter of the senior and this woman, right?

Yi Caiyu suddenly became worried. With the rotten life of the scumbag senior, there is such a thing as his illegitimate child or illegitimate daughter somewhere in this world, which sounds very real!

If a woman came to the door with a child, with the sense of responsibility of the scumbag senior, would she shake the other person's hand and say "I will take responsibility"?

etc!Pregnant with a senior's child?

Yi Caiyu suddenly froze for a moment, she lowered her head and touched her belly, and a picture involuntarily appeared in her mind - 60 years later, she was sitting in a sun-drenched yard knitting a sweater with a wrinkled face, and she also became The little old man's scum senior was lying on a rocking chair basking in the sun, holding two balls of yarn in his arms, beside them, a little Yishiroyu and a little Fujiwara Yuki were running around

"I'm not short of money." Fujiwara Yuki still shook his head and refused. "In this world, the only ones who are qualified to let me stand on the cooking table are those I like."

"You mean to say?" Miyano-sensei showed a thoughtful look, and her eyes slowly turned to the right. "As long as this one agrees"

Isshiroba immediately broke free from the fantasies of "Grandma Iroha and Grandpa Shiki of the Fujiwara family", and said coldly, "Don't even think about it!"

"That's it." Miyano Shiho calmly looked away, put away her wallet, and stood up. "Fujiwara, I'm going to teach the third grade students tomorrow, you come with me now."