In the office, as the class bell rang, the teachers who had been noisy and watched the excitement because of a gambling contract quieted down.

Classes that should go to class, and lessons that should be prepared. The lively office has returned to quiet.

But Tetsufumi Hirakawa was not convinced, absolutely and absolutely unconvinced.

Mr. Kuda reaped the victory, and the other teachers reaped the joy of the onlookers, but he was the only one, and he had to cook for Mr. Kuda again after the miserable defeat.

Only his wounded world was finished.

And by your side-

"Hirakawa-sensei."

Kuda Moki called him, still smiling cutely.

You should know everything, right? Can you feel it? No matter how gentle and lovely this smile is, it is hateful in the eyes of the defeated.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa held his chin with his hand and stared at the female teacher rather dissatisfied.

Kuda Moshu narrowed his eyes with a smile, picked up the teacup in both hands, and took a sip of tea.

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"Looking at Mr. Hirakawa's expression, aren't you going to admit defeat in the bet?"

"Admit defeat – of course I will." Tetsufumi Hirakawa will never admit it, "But Mr. Kuda, you must know that a momentary victory does not mean anything. ”

"Childish words can't change the reality of losing, Hirakawa-sensei."

said that Hirakawa Tetsuwen was childish, but in fact, she herself showed a rather childish posture because of the victory of the gambling contract.

So it's really two children—that's the idea of Kitayama, an English teacher on the side. She looked at the two of them, and suddenly thought of something and laughed.

Hinata Moshu couldn't help but be attracted to the eye and looked over.

Kitayama immediately waved his hand and said with a smile on his lips, "It's okay, don't pay attention to me." ’

He also reached out and made a gesture of "you please continue".

“……”

"What's wrong?" Tetsufumi Hirakawa didn't see the movement on Kitayama's side and asked.

“…… It's nothing. As soon as he was interrupted by an accident, Kuda Moshu's voice was a little quieter, and the original smug expression disappeared.

Instead, it's a bit cramped.

When Mr. Kitayama saw her playing with Tetsufumi Hiragakawa, especially her eyes that seemed to be funny, I always felt a little ...... Strange...... Indescribably strange.

She turned her face away to look away, fiddling with the ends of her hair with her forefinger.

“……”

"Huh?"

Tetsufumi Hirakawa, who saw all this in his eyes, inexplicably looked at the appearance of Maki Hinata at this time.

Hey, if you read that right, that's shyness, right?

What's going on?

Tetsufumi Hirakawa looked left and right suspiciously, and deliberately glanced at the teacher Kitayama next to her, who was not too busy to see the excitement, but she lowered her head, and found nothing.

So what's going on with Kuda-sensei's sudden appearance of such shyness?

Tetsufumi Hirakawa, who turned back again, was a little confused.

This teacher has a small movement, and when she is nervous or shy, she can't help but move the ends of her own long hair.

It's a cute little gesture, yes, but why?

He didn't say anything.

“……”

Tetsufumi Hirakawa stared at Maki Kuda's obviously cramped hand and pondered. And after a long time, Hinata Moshu finally came back to his senses.

She finally brushed the ends of her hair behind her small ear, inhaled, sat up straight, and secretly glanced at the teacher Kitayama next to her, and after finding that she didn't look here, she exhaled, withdrew from the state of shyness, and looked directly into Tetsufumi Hirakawa's gaze.

"-Mr. Hirakawa, so, you can get ready for cooking."

Stretched out his finger and said a word very imposingly.

“……”

Tetsufumi Hirakawa's gaze stopped at Kuda-sensei's outstretched fingers, staring, but he was amused by her sudden appearance, regardless of why she was suddenly shy just now.

"Okay, okay."

After laughing, he should be in harmony.

Then he straightened up and made the gesture of a waiter: "So this guest, what do you want to order?" ”

“…… Huh? This, this—"

Kuda Moshu stretched out his finger, tapped his chin, and thought about it seriously, "That's from the photo that Mr. Hirakawa took me before." ”

"Yes."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa nodded and said.

"So, when would you like to eat this dish?"

"Hmm...... Just tomorrow. ”

"Are you sure it's tomorrow?"

"Hmm."

"Okay, made a note of it."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa, the waiter, nodded, pretending to hold a pen and paper as if he were recording the menu.

"This guest, the order is Coke chicken wings, fish-flavored shredded pork, and a seasonal vegetable, and the scheduled time is tomorrow at noon, is that so?"

Hinata Moshu looked at Tetsufumi Hirakawa's sudden role-play, and laughed lightly: "Yes." ”

"Okay, I'm sorry to serve you."

"—Huh? Upset? ”

"Of course." Hirakawa Tetsufumi stopped acting, threw away the pen and paper in his hand, threw it on the table, and lay on it decadently.

"I originally wanted Kuda-sensei's cooking, but I lost the bet, and I had to cook for Kuda-sensei instead, how can I be happy about this kind of thing."

"This ......" Kuda Moshu looked at Tetsufumi Hirakawa's decadent appearance, and he didn't know how to show a troubled look.

"Then what should I do, does Mr. Hirakawa want to refuse to fulfill the gambling contract?"

"I won't do it."

"That's—"

"Why don't you cook for me too?" Tetsufumi Hirakawa suddenly proposed.

"Huh?"

"Hmm." He sat up and nodded firmly.

"But I'm the winner."

"Can Kuda-sensei bear to look at me and die depressed because my wishes are not fulfilled?"

“…… Depressed? That's an exaggeration. ”

"Not an exaggeration at all. This is the only thing I absolutely want to be fulfilled. Tetsufumi Hirakawa gave a thumbs up to Maki Kuda, indicating that he was quite serious.

“……”

"A once-in-a-lifetime request."

“……”

"Can't you?"

“……”

Tetsufumi Hirakawa's eyes are sincere.

Kuda Moshu was a little helpless in the face of this gaze.

"Mr. Hirakawa is really like a child."

"Being young is not a disadvantage."

"People don't know what to do."

"Promise, Kuda-sensei's cooking, I've been looking forward to it since last week. I've always thought that Kuda-sensei's cooking skills are definitely several notches higher than mine, and if Hisada-sensei wants to, he can easily make delicious dishes, and-"

"Mr. Hirakawa, stop-"

Kuda Maki can't stand the look.

"Is Kuda-sensei going to say yes?"

“……”

After a pause, he sighed lightly.

"Okay, okay, for the sake of Mr. Hirakawa's expectations."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa smiled with a "plan": "I knew that Mr. Hisada was definitely the most empathetic teacher-"

"Mr. Hirakawa, it's okay, stop."

Kuda Moshu puffed out her cheeks.

"Besides, I'll regret it."

"Yes, yes."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa changed his previous appearance, smiled and responded to the peace, and then lazily held his chin.

That's why it was all pretended.

Kuda Moshu stared at Tetsufumi Hirakawa and sighed rather helplessly.

Finally, turn your face away.

I really don't know what to say.

However, when Kuda Moki turned his head, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the smiling gaze of Mr. Kitayama next to him.

“……”

She followed the example of Tetsufumi Hirakawa just now, raised her thumb, and said silently: "Come on! ’

“……”

What's the oil!

Kuda Moshu's face turned red, lowered his head, and lay down.

Mr. Kitayama is too much gossip.