I'm tired, break up

"Nakiri Senzaemon."

The standard Fujiwara-style speech was concise and powerful, and hit the nail on the head, so that people didn't know how to react.

Hiratsuka-sensei suddenly stopped talking.

"Is it this person?" Fujiwara Yuki asked lightly.

"You also know Mr. Nakiri?"

At this time, Isshiroha with a bitter face poked Fujiwara Yuki's arm lightly. Fujiwara Yuki made a tentative gesture to Mr. Hiratsuka, picked up the pen, circled a formula on the exercise book, and waited until Isshiroha After Yu nodded suddenly, he turned his head and replied, "I once cooked meals for his granddaughters for a week."

"What happened later?" Mr. Hiratsuka keenly sensed that there should be a story behind it.

Fujiwara was silent for a moment. "Later he invited me to go to Tokyo to enroll in a private college called 'Yueyue', but I declined."

"why?"

"Because that Engetsu Academy is a place to cultivate excellent chefs." Fujiwara Yuki said: "And I am very self-aware that I will never be able to become an excellent chef."

The answer of "never possible" made Mr. Hiratsuka extremely astonished. She had tasted Fujiwara Yuki's craftsmanship, and the taste of that pork cutlet bento would definitely not be inferior to that of a first-class chef. "Fujiwara, are you underestimating yourself too much? Your cooking skills are really good"

"It's not a matter of taste." Fujiwara Yuki said, "Mr. Hiratsuka, I should have told you, right? My purpose of learning cooking is to capture girls."

"So, so what?" Although Fujiwara Yuki still had a paralyzed face, at this moment he inexplicably exuded a guru-like aura. Even Hiratsuka-sensei was caught by his aura for a while, and couldn't help stammering for a moment.

"A love scene is like a battlefield. For a person like me, cooking is equivalent to a warrior's martial arts. Every piece of food I make should be a sword that helps me cut through a girl's defense." Fujiwara Yuki asked lightly : "Mr. Hiratsuka, have you ever seen a soldier point his weapon at an innocent person?"

"Wait, wait a minute, Fujiwara, what are you talking about?"

"To put it simply, there are too few guests who are eligible to be served by me. If it is not necessary, I will only cook for people I like." Fujiwara pushed his glasses, and he rarely explained to others so patiently : "If it is an excellent chef, the credo he believes in should be 'treat guests as lovers', but here, only lovers will become my guests."

——So that’s why you, senpai, cooked for the granddaughters of that old man Nakiri?

Yi Caiyu squeezed the pen holder, thinking absently.

—Does that mean that only lovers can taste your cooking?

Hiratsuka-sensei thought with a solemn face, and couldn't help but glance at Ichishiroha.

She remembered very clearly that the pork cutlet rice bento that day was made by Yuki Fujiwara himself, and it was reserved for Isshiroha.

She wanted to remind Xiao Yang to be careful of the tiger, but Yi Seyu just lowered her head to do the question at this time, and her eyes completely missed it.

"What are you looking at, teacher?" Fujiwara Yuki asked suddenly.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered the pork cutlet rice." Hiratsuka-sensei looked away, collected himself, and showed a smiling face. "Should I say that it is an honor to taste the dishes you made yourself as a non-lover?"

Fujiwara Yuki did not answer this question, but just glanced at Mr. Hiratsuka indifferently.

Teacher Hiratsuka was taken aback by that look, she seemed to suddenly understand something, the female teacher turned her head to look at Isshiki Yu who was studying hard and sweating profusely, and then looked down at her palm.

Shouldn't it?

The rain is getting heavier.

The raindrops splashed on the glass, the wind chimes at the door danced wildly in the wind, and the sound of the wooden signboard of the ramen restaurant hitting the wall was like an allegro.

Fujiwara Yuki, Isshiroha, and Hiratsuka Shizuka, the three of them sat around the round table, watching Master Sanada in a raincoat go out to rescue his beloved wind chimes and ramen shop signs.

Yi Caiyu put down her mobile phone, she just informed her parents that she would be late, and she rejected her father's proposal to pick her up with a smile on the grounds that "the teacher is with her, and she will send her home later".

As for Mr. Fujiwara Shiki and Hiratsuka, nothing happened. After all, the former is living alone, while the latter is already an adult.

Fujiwara Yuki turned his head and looked to the left.

Hiratsuka-sensei was staring at him. After seeing Fujiwara Yuki's gaze, Hiratsuka-sensei did not speak, but his gaze became more severe.

Ever since the conversation about the chef ended, Hiratsuka-sensei has become extraordinarily quiet, not only that, but she has even more guarded eyes when she looks at Fujiwara Yuki.

Fujiwara was not surprised by this.

This had been his purpose.

As said in that notebook, Fujiwara Yuki is a carnivorous tiger, and a tiger never stands still and waits for its prey to come by itself.

Similarly, Fujiwara Shiki doesn’t care about Mr. Hiratsuka’s little defense. Resistance does not mean rejection. If all men in the world choose to give up early because of girls’ little resistance, then human beings may not be able to reach the goal of dominating the earth. this day.

"what!?"

At this time, a small exclamation interrupted the teacher and student's stare at each other, Fujiwara Shiki and Hiratsuka Shizune turned to look to the right, only to see Isshiroba looking at the exercise book in front of him in astonishment.

"What's wrong? Isshiki." Hiratsuka-sensei was the first to ask.

"No, it's nothing, it just suddenly occurred to me that I forgot to tell my father about something just now." Isshiroyu glanced at Fujiwara Yuki, she leaned forward calmly, put her hands on the table, and covered the exercises with her elbows A few lines of fine print in the book. "Having said that, doesn't the teacher need to tell his family that he will postpone going home?"

"Isshiki, Sensei, I am already an adult living alone without my parents." Hiratsuka-sensei smiled calmly.

"Even if you don't need to notify your parents, doesn't the teacher need to notify your boyfriend? If you don't go back too late, the teacher's boyfriend will be worried, right?"

When saying this, Isshiroyu couldn't help but look at Fujiwara Yuki again. She is a very careful girl. Although Mr. Hiratsuka never mentioned her relationship in front of her, from the teacher's sentence a few days ago "I'm going to a blind date on Friday night." She was still keenly aware of Mr. Hiratsuka's relationship status.

——To actually let himself ask such a poor woman such a question, the heart of the senior scum is really rotten!

Fujiwara Yuki sat on the chair with a paralyzed face, as if the conversation in front of him had nothing to do with him.

And on his left side, visible to the naked eye, the smile on Hiratsuka-sensei's face has become forced.

She took out a women's cigarette from her pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath.

"Isshiki, Sensei, I am a poor guy that no man likes."