At the end of school in the afternoon, Nishino saw Ryohei Fujiwara waving at the door of the classroom, he packed his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom door, and was stuffed with a large handful of envelopes by Ryohei Fujiwara - ordinary white envelopes are also available, and there are also folded homework papers, and some stickers with love patterns are also pasted on them, which are obviously love letters.

"You have so many love letters...... For me? Nishino looked at him in shock.

"Don't don't, I didn't give it to you, the girls in our class asked me to pass it on after they found out." Fujiwara Ryohei hurriedly explained, so as not to be misunderstood about his sexual orientation, he only has respect for Big Brother Nishino, and has no love.

Nishino Renyin was a little speechless, he actually received love letters every one or two days on average, but the number of love letters received today is more than the previous ones combined, who can withstand this. He put these love letters in his school bag and counted them carefully, a full 24 love letters, which means 24 different girls - hard to top, too hard to top, put it away first, and it will be regarded as one of the memories of high school in the future.

Walking to the entrance, Nishino Renyin checked the shoe cabinet and confirmed that there were no love letters stuffed in the shoe cabinet, and then breathed a sigh of relief. After changing his shoes and walking out of the gate of the teaching building, Fujiwara Ryohei also invited Nishino Renyin to play video games - he planned to go to the video game hall for an hour and then go back, so as not to be forced to study as soon as he got home, and shouldn't he pay attention to the combination of work and rest when studying? Wait for work and recuperate, in order to win the battle, this tactic is absolutely no problem!

However, Nishino refused, and he was generally interested in playing video games.

There is a bulletin board near the school gate, and when passing the bulletin board, Nishino Renyin stopped, stopped and looked - this bulletin board is full of recruitment posters for various clubs these days, after all, it has been less than two weeks since the start of school, and there are still many new students who have not decided to join the club, so these recruitment posters have not been removed, and even more and more are posted.

From the common basketball club, light music club, football club, literature club to some black magic research association, supernatural seminars, alien contact groups and the like, everything is dazzling to watch.

"Are you going to add a club?" Fujiwara Ryohei asked, he joined the school club when he was in junior high school, and he entered many before and after, but the sports club was too lucky, the literary club was not to taste, and the dead house club was too radio, and later found that it was more interesting to be a bad boy.

"Thoughtful." Nishino did not deny it.

He usually goes to his grandfather's place around half past six in the evening, and with his grandmother's support, even if he is late until seven or eight o'clock, Takashi Nishino will not blame him. And club activities are generally tossed until five o'clock, and if you want to join him, you can still squeeze out time - mainly because he has never participated in a Japanese high school club, and he wants to experience the experience, even if he has experienced it for a while, it is better than not participating at all.

"What club are you going to add?"

"I didn't think about it...... Do you have any recommendations? ”

"If it's a big club that's more popular...... Kendo club? ”

"Don't." Nishino shook her head.

When he crossed over, he always thought that Japanese kendo was very powerful, and he was handsome when he listened to it, but after crossing over, he found that modern kendo has no actual combat lethality at all, and it is really the legendary flower fist embroidered legs, and even flower fist embroidered legs are not as good.

"Where's the football club?"

"Is our school's soccer club awesome?" Nishino Renyin remembered the big empty wing in "Football Player" and asked with interest.

"Looks like rubbish." Ryohei Fujiwara said honestly.

"Forget it."

Standing in front of the notice board and looking at it for a while, Nishino Renyin suddenly pointed to the recruitment poster of one of the clubs and asked, "How is the Culinary Research Department?" ”

Ryohei Fujiwara was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "Culinary Research Department? Do you mean you're interested in cooking? ”

He suspected that he had heard it wrong, after all, this was a super ruthless person who could beat a group of bad teenagers alone and overturn the murderer of a serial murder case. Be a good family man? It's unlikely, right?

"A little bit." Nishino Renyin looked at the recruitment poster and nodded.

Although Mr. Nishino is a decades-old chef and his cooking skills are at least lv3 or above, the dishes he can cook are limited to those on the izakaya menu, and most of them are traditional Japanese dishes - to put it bluntly, he is a master of basic skills, but he doesn't have many dishes.

If the members of this culinary research department were all really talented, they might be able to master some cooking methods in other regions, which would have accelerated the upgrading of his cooking skills - learning a new dish has much more experience than ordinary knife practice, and if the system hadn't allowed him to cook in the cloud, he would have searched for videos related to foreign cuisine on the Internet.

"Shall you go check it out now, the Culinary Research Department?" Ryohei Fujiwara asked.

Because he was forced to study when he went home, he was idle now, and it would be good to accompany Nishino Renyin to see the cooking club - maybe he could even have some food and drink!

"Let's go, let's see." Nishino turned around and walked towards another building on campus, the multi-purpose media building, where the home economics classroom that I usually go to for home economics classes.

There weren't many people in the school after school, and those who went home and joined the club were basically in the club activity room now, so I didn't see anyone along the way. The two of them went down the stairs to the third floor, and saw the familiar home economics classroom from a distance, and they could vaguely hear the sound of talking from inside.

Home economics in Japan is compulsory and is required by everyone, so most Japanese high school students know a little bit about cooking, at least they don't starve themselves to death at home. When it's time for the end of the school day, the home economics classroom naturally becomes the activity room of the Culinary Institute.

Standing at the door, Nishino Renyin knocked on the door, and the conversation in the home economics classroom quickly stopped, and then a slender girl opened the classroom door, looking at Nishino Renyin and Fujiwara Ryohei suspiciously, and after a while, she suddenly stared at Nishino Renyin and said, "It's you?" ”

"I know you?" Nishino Lianyin was a little inexplicable, he looked this girl up and down, the first impression was that she didn't feel anything other than that she looked good, I didn't know it, and there was no such person in the memory of the original owner.

"You don't know me? Oh yes, I don't know, it's just that I know you. Hearing Nishino's question, the girl's expression changed for a while, and various emotions flashed like a hodgepodge, and finally regained her composure, pursed her lips and asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Nishino Lianyin felt a little strange when she saw her reaction, Bacheng had something to do with the original owner, but he carefully flipped through his memories, and still didn't find any clues about this girl - this girl is very good-looking, it can be said that Nishino Renyin has seen the most beautiful girl so far, with the character of the original owner, if she has seen her, she must have an impression, maybe she has to take the initiative to go up and talk to one or two.

"Oh, yes, I'm interested in cooking, so I'd like to visit the Cooking Institute, and I'd like to try to join if I think it's a good fit." Nishino Renyin pointed at Fujiwara Ryohei after speaking, "This is my ...... Friend, he came with me, he didn't join. ”

Hearing Nishino Renyin admit that he was his friend, Fujiwara Ryohei immediately became happy, and nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, yes, we are close friends, I came with him, you don't have to care about me, just when I don't exist!" ”

"That'...... Come in, my name is Shizune Yoshihara, and I'm actually a first-year student at the Culinary Research Institute this year. After saying that, Yoshihara Jing stepped aside, but her eyes were firmly fixed on Nishino Renyin's face, as if she wanted to find something flaw in his expression.

"Is there something on my face?" Before entering the classroom, Nishino Renne glanced at her and couldn't help but ask. The girl's eyes were as sharp as a blade, and she was scraping around his face, and the mites were going to kill her.

"No, I don't." Yoshihara shook her head and gave him a shallow smile.