The world doesn't move because of someone's will, something that Xue Nai realized at a very young age.

So, she can only selectively ignore someone who is shamelessly playing a feeding game, and do her best to seal Sakura and Glass, preventing the two of them from opening their mouths wide to get in front of Kyosuke Hojo. If the long-awaited noon turned out to be like that, she would have gone insane.

And the so-called "seal" is to sacrifice one's body to feed the devil.

"Ah~~"

As long as she obediently opens her mouth, then Sakura and Glass won't have time to go to Kyosuke Hojo.

All this is for the fairness and justice of the world, and it is definitely not that she really listened to the nonsense of Sakura Yamauchi.

Really, there is no one in the world who would run to the rooftop at lunchtime to feed his friends a bento.

Thinking like this, he swallowed a chicken steak with difficulty under the snow.

"Don't stuff a whole chicken cutlet in my mouth, it's pre-designed to be eaten in two."

The girl wiped the grease from her lips with a white handkerchief and instructed the unskilled feeder. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but have a doubt, how many times did Kyosuke Hojo do such a thing, and why was he so proficient? Yukino-sensei's expression looks like she's enjoying it!

"Huh? Is that so? But I think you have to take a big bite to enjoy it. ”

Sakura was stunned, lowered his head and looked at the lunch box, no matter how he looked at it, it was the size of a mouthful.

"But why do you have to design even a chicken cutlet?"

"Even though the chicken cutlets are already cold, as long as you control the humidity in the bento box, you can ensure that the breadcrumbs on the surface of the chicken cutlets remain crispy until noon. If you swallow it whole, you can't fully experience the taste of breadcrumbs crumbling and exploding under your teeth, so you can only bite it in half, and the moment your teeth come into contact with the chicken cutlet, the breadcrumbs are fragrant with grease, and the juicy chicken is wrapped under the crispy dough...... Cooking isn't that simple! ”

In the astonishing gaze of the glass, he talked eloquently under the snow.

To be honest, there is not only a professional chef who has a license to open a restaurant, but there is also a more powerful resident chef, but both of them will only concentrate on making delicious dishes, and basically do not explain the meaning of the food design in such detail.

"Only under the snow will notice this kind of detail." Glass exclaimed sincerely.

"It's just common sense, and it'...... And Hojo is better than me, and he took my ...... into account for the last time I ate at Ruyiliao."

The voice under the snow gradually became quieter, and I don't know if I thought of the thoughtfulness contained in the food made by Kyosuke Hojo last time, or realized that the two girls around me were eating Kyosuke's level of food every day.

"Ah~~"

"What are you doing?"

The girl frowned and looked at Sakura, who leaned forward with her upper body in front of her, flashing with big sparkling eyes and a wide open mouth.

"There's no way I'm going to feed you!"

The cold voice under the snow was so firm and holy that it was inviolable.

"Ah~ Sure enough, the taste of that bite is really great!" Sakura said cheerfully.

"Let's talk about it first, I'm just trying to make you realize that the chicken cutlets I make must be eaten in two bites!"

The cold voice under the snow carried a hint of awkwardness:

"Alright, hurry up and eat the rest of it." She urged.

"Huh? You can't overeat Oh Koyukino, this is something that even Kyosuke, who is in the third grade of elementary school, knows. ”

“…… Of course I do!! Why did you stuff a whole chicken steak into my mouth before! ”

"By the way, I remembered that the reason why I swallowed it in one bite was that Kyosuke always cut the chicken cutlets into sizes that could be eaten in one bite. He said that the freshly fried chicken cutlet dough was so crispy and hot that it would break the gums. ”

“…… Annoyed ......"

"Huh? Xiao Xue Nai, what are you talking about, the voice is too small for me to hear clearly. ”

The black-haired girl didn't speak, but just picked up the lunch box and put it on her lap and turned her body slightly sideways.

"Hurry up and eat, the lunch break is almost over."

"But ......"

"Ah~~ open mouth glass."

……

In the midst of the noise, the bento was finally finished. Xue Xia finally did not flee the scene, but took out the thermos pot and poured a cup of tea for everyone.

Holding a warm teacup and sitting on the bench, Kyosuke Hojo's shoulders unconsciously relaxed.

It's a quiet day.

The corners of his eyes swept to the left and right, unsurprisingly against Yukino.

I don't know if she also remembered the time when she was in Itomori, and the two of them sat lazily in the corridor after eating. Kyosuke Hojo leaned against the wooden door, and Yukino leaned against Kyosuke Hojo. Of course, then Hojo Kyosuke still used the body of the three leaves, but fortunately Yukino was as light as a feather.

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they both sensed each other's thoughts.

The two small hands on the left are holding the white porcelain teacup between the thighs, the eyes are looking ahead, the eyes are infinitely soft, as if looking at the tall buildings in the distance, and like looking at the beautiful things beyond the boundary, the whole person exudes a more comfortable atmosphere than the warm spring breeze.

Side ...... of the glass

Well, although I occasionally want to persuade Sakura to let go of the snow, the latter refuses, but he is obviously enjoying it.

Hey, what a twisty child.

Kyosuke Hojo lifted his teacup and took a sip of tea, well, the taste under the snow is still as trustworthy as ever.

"Under the snow."

A sudden sound briefly interrupted the struggle under the snow, and she turned her head to look at the person who spoke.

A wisp of wind happened to blow from that side, brushing her face and ruffling her hair.

The man's face was a little blurred between the strands of hair, and she raised her hand to pull it behind her ear, when she heard the clear voice continue to sound.

"Baseball gloves work great, thank you."

The hand that was playing with her hair stopped, and she looked at Kyosuke Hojo through the wind.

"If you like it."

The girl's voice was soft, probably because the chicken cutlets she made were so delicious, and the crispy breadcrumbs slightly injured her throat and forced her to whisper.

Kyosuke Hojo nodded slightly, turned his head, and looked into the unknown distance where the glass was looking.

One of the afternoon classes was a home economics class, and under Sakura's three-inch tongue, the teacher agreed to the request to make chicken steak in this class.

The students then listened to Yamauchi's "Chicken Cutlet Theory" for 10 minutes, including but not limited to "about the protective effect of chicken cutlets on the gums that can be swallowed in one bite" and "Chicken cutlets eaten in two bites are a kind of gratitude for breadcrumbs".

Yui Hihama and the home economics teacher worked hard to write and take notes, and the former smoothly fried a chicken steak as black as coal, and no one dared to try it except for the kind and fearless Yamauchi-san, including the chef Yuhihama. The latter talked eloquently in the home economics class of the next international class of liberal arts, that is, the first-grade J class, and gained the admiring eyes of the returned children, as well as the helpless wry smile of a certain black-haired girl.

School

On the fourth floor of the special building, there is a shiny ministry that not only emits light but also sounds the door sign.

Knock Knock –

"Please come in."

Xue Xia raised her voice and said, hearing this knock on the door, she only felt that the aroma of the black tea in the cup was a lot stronger.

The girl sitting by the window, the long straight black hair blown by the wind, the white porcelain teacup, the slender fingers holding the cup and saucer, the word elegance seems to appear in the world for her.

"Good afternoon, Yukino Kono~"

The bright smiling face that appeared at the door made Yuki wonder if Sakura Yamauchi was really unhappy?

"Good afternoon, the glass is also ......"

"It's bento time~~"

The words under the snow were gorgeously interrupted, and the black lines that symbolized speechlessness appeared in her head, and the black flames that symbolized the rage burned behind her.

"I don't like to eat bento so much!"

For a long time, after Sakura repeatedly assured that his bento was really finished, he put away his anger under the snow.

Quiet, quiet, quiet, except for the sound of flipping through the snow and the sound of the bright yellow sun falling.

Under the snow, the slender and beautiful eyebrows frowned and loosened, frowned and loosened, and the pages turned back and forth, clearly not looking.

"Ahem......"

"What's wrong, Yukino Ko."

Almost at the moment when the coughing sound sounded, Sakura, who seemed to be hidden just now, opened his mouth with full vitality.

"It's not a big deal, it's just a matter of caring about the situation of the staff."

"I'm fine, another safe day to survive! What about you, Nitrate? ”

"I'm fine, well, and I've survived safely."

"It's all thanks to the rules of walking on the zebra crossing, the traffic light is a great invention." Sakura added.

"yes." Glasses seriously agreed, but with a smile on her face, she obviously knew what she wanted to ask under the snow, and she also knew that Sakura was playing a prank.

Xue Xia frowned, only to feel a panic in his chest for a moment.

"What about Hojo? Did you go to the baseball club? ”

Like a child, I can't wait to try it when I get a new gift, and I wake up in the middle of the night to touch my baseball glove again. But I have to have a bit of a limit to what I like, so I went to the baseball club in the morning, and I should come to tell me about the experience of using it in the afternoon.

"Kyosuke, I'm on a date."

The sound was simply under the snow, and I thought it was an auditory hallucination.

"Dating?"

"yes, date!"

Under the snow, he stopped asking and began to ask why the housekeeping teacher knew the secret of his own chicken cutlet.

Though! Although she wanted to complain about why Sakura Yamauchi could be so light when talking about Kyosuke Hojo going on a date with other girls.

But looking at the quiet gaze of the glass, she suddenly realized that this was actually a very common thing.

"Common sense", is it common sense for Kyosuke Hojo to date other girls?

Wrong! How can there be such common sense in the world!

Outside of the happy ministry, Kyosuke Hojo had already boarded the train and headed to Megumi's designated family restaurant. His schoolbag contains the lesson plans and exercise test papers sorted out at noon, and after-class tutoring, he is serious!

It was not surprising that the people in the kendo club didn't see the minister, they didn't think that the eldest brother, who had already trained in the morning, would continue to train at night, and the eldest brother's self-discipline was also reflected in the fact that he would never train for a second more than in addition to insisting on exercising every day.

But the people in the baseball club were very puzzled, what about their ministers who were at the baseball stadium every day for 365 days, rain or shine?

"Yuya, where has the minister gone?" Shimada Juju asked.

"Tsuchiya said he was going to do something big." Deputy Minister Takashi Yuya also said.

"Big deal?"

"Well, if it is done, it will greatly enhance the motivation of the ticket gentleman!"

"Si Guoyi!!"

"I don't know what I'm going to do, but I'm sure I'm going to succeed, Minister!"

At the same time, Ryota Tsuchitani, who was standing in the train car, felt endless pride rise in his heart, and his ears seemed to be ringing the cheers of his companions.

He didn't have the awakening of the kendo club, and the reason why he didn't go to Hojo-kun to train was just because he had more important things to do.

He had already talked to his mother as early as noon, and he had asked his mother to contact his aunt and uncle to confirm that he could see their family today. Just as he thought, his mother was very touched that he cared so much about the affairs of his cousin's family, and his aunt and uncle welcomed him when they heard that he was going to visit the family.

After all, although his grades in baseball games are dismal, he is also studying at the general martial arts high school with a high admission rate, and he is also the head of a sports club, such a child can be compared to the "legendary cousin of the Kato family". At the time of the family gathering, it is also the child of someone else's family who is praised.

On the contrary is Michiru Himodo, a girl born from the essence of the Bingtang family and the Tsuchiya family for 500 years.

He has unparalleled beauty and a toned body, as well as an amazing talent in every aspect.

Ballet, Acting, Basketball......

This absolutely beautiful girl of the Bingtang family has indulged in all kinds of club activities, and although they are all three minutes of heat, they can all be quite highly evaluated by their peers and instructors.

In fact, Ryota Dotani also thinks that his cousin's talent in baseball is much stronger than his own, and when he was a child playing wild ball, he never received a ball thrown by Michiru, and the ball he threw was knocked off by the opponent every time. Then, when she runs to pick up the ball and bows to apologize to the person whose glass was broken, Michiru laughs, she is not interested in baseball, but she thinks it is funny to see her cousin embarrassed.

At that time, Tsuchiya thought that if Michiru Bingdo grew up, he would definitely be able to achieve good results in baseball, but as his cousin grew up, his idea also changed.

It's not that my cousin's talent has disappeared under the infection of time, but that Michiru Bingdo's physical talent is too outstanding, and the figure that makes women envy men drooling is too lustful, and it is not conducive to playing baseball at all, and the first ball hit when swinging a bat is definitely not baseball......

Sins and sins, you shouldn't be muttering about your cousin in your head......

Ryota Tsuchiya chanted Nan Mu Amitabha Buddha in his heart, but he was also glad that Michiru had grown into such a beautiful appearance.

Thank you for the monthly passes, recommended tickets and tips for your support, thank you

(End of chapter)