[Bacon omelette is successfully made, cooking skill lv.3 proficiency is improved (75/100)]

[Toast bread is made successfully, but proficiency cannot be improved]

Plate the fried eggs and sprinkle some black sesame seeds.

After Futaba Makoto finished cooking breakfast, he served it to Suzuki Kaoru and Asama Nana who were sitting in the restaurant.

"Cheng, I've eaten." Nana raised her hand in the morning.

"Please tell me earlier next time." Futaba Cheng said helplessly. He looked at Nana's breakfast in the morning and it seemed that he could only leave it to Miyashiro-san. He didn't know if she had gotten up yet.

Miyashiro-san's daily routine is different from theirs, and he is probably still sleeping at this point.

Seeing Futaba Makoto thinking about what to do with breakfast, Suzuki Kaoru said:

"I can finish..."

But as soon as she opened her mouth, she immediately closed her mouth.

Futaba Cheng looked at Suzuki Kaoru, seeming a little surprised. After all, the portion he made was not that small, a bacon omelette, two slices of toast and a cup of hot milk. Because the portion was enough, even he could cook it.

Eat enough.

Sensing Futaba Makoto's gaze, Suzuki Kaoru's eyes moved slightly, then he picked up the milk with both hands and took a sip, pretending that nothing happened.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Futaba Makoto smiled and gave Nana's portion of breakfast to Suzuki Kaoru with a clip.

Looking at the extra breakfast on the plate, Suzuki Kaoru took another sip of milk and slowly exhaled. He drank the milk forcefully and felt like he was drinking tea:

"I also avoid waste."

"learn."

After breakfast, Futaba Makoto also went back to his room and changed into his school uniform. The school uniform of Guangming Middle School is very ordinary. The men's style is an ordinary small suit and trousers, paired with a pair of daily shoes, like the women's style of Nana Asama.

A small suit paired with a knee-length skirt is far less sophisticated than the school uniforms in Tokyo.

To be precise, it is not as short as the one in Tokyo.

"But it's very comfortable to wear."

Looking at himself in the mirror, Futaba Cheng straightened his appearance a little, and at this time, Nana's voice sounded outside the door:

"Cheng-is it okay?"

"Coming."

After putting on his bag and rubbing the cat's head on the bed, Futaba Cheng walked out.

"Hehe, let's go, let's go."

"Don't push me..."

Before leaving, Futaba Cheng seemed to have remembered something and said to Suzuki Kaoru who was sitting on the sofa not far away:

"Ms. Suzuki, if anyone wants to come over to view the house, please send me a message."

At this time, Suzuki Kaoru was holding a book in his hand and reading. After Futaba Makoto finished speaking, he just tapped his chin to indicate that he heard it.

With a click, the door closed.

After Futaba Makoto left, Suzuki Kaoru slowly came back to his senses from the book, his eyes a little confused:

"How to send it?"

She seems to have no contact information for the other party.

street.

The morning in September is a bit refreshing, and the sun is not shining, which is Futaba Makoto's favorite weather.

Walking side by side with Morning Nana on this street, sometimes saying hello to the neighbors on both sides, and occasionally an aunt selling croquettes would stuff Morning Nana with a piece. This was their daily routine.

Looking at Morning Nana who was munching croquettes like a hamster, Futaba Makoto said:

"Didn't you say you had breakfast?"

In the morning, Nana's cheeks were bulging as she chewed something in her mouth and made a vague sound:

"This is a kindness from the neighbor's aunt. You must eat it."

"What about the breakfast I made?"

"Cheng is different," Nana replied in the morning.

So what's the difference?

Futaba Makoto complained in his heart and then stopped talking. He hoped that the croquette would last longer so that he could have more time to be clean in the morning.

After walking for about twenty minutes, Futaba Cheng also saw the school not far away - Guangming High School.

This is one of the few high schools in Fuyuki City, with an average deviation value of less than 60. The reason why Futaba Makoto chose this school instead of Fuyuki High School, which has a higher deviation value, is purely because it is closer to home.

.

For a qualified otaku, members of the homecoming club must choose the one closest to home even if they go to high school.

At this time, when entering the school gate, a girl wearing a school uniform and holding a bamboo knife was looking at every student who entered the school sternly. Many students who were caught by the sight turned pale, lowered their heads and accelerated their movements.

His steps seemed to be afraid of being stopped by her.

"The chairman of the Disciplinary Committee is still the same."

Looking at the bamboo sword from a distance, Futaba Cheng couldn't help but sigh.

That tall, long-haired girl who looks meticulous is none other than Ninomiya Ya, the chairperson of the Discipline Committee of Guangming High School. She also serves as the head of the Kendo Club and has a very high prestige in the school.

People somewhat admire the strong, and such an outstanding person is naturally bound to have followers. Almost all of the subordinates of the Chairman of the Discipline Committee joined the department due to her own charm. Although it sounds somewhat unreliable, but with bright

Judging from the current situation in high schools, the ethics are actually quite good.

Ninomiya held the bamboo sword. When she saw someone, her originally cold face became more serious:

"Futaba-kun, please don't get so close to the girl next to you. It's against the rules."

After Futaba Cheng heard Ninomiya's voice, he immediately spread his hands innocently:

"Chairman, I am not very close to her."

"That's right, Cheng and I are not lovers!" Morning Nana on the side also retorted, not forgetting to add that romance is not prohibited in Guangming High School.

Ninomiya frowned when he heard this:

"Although the school does not prohibit it, it does not allow students to fall in love. As the discipline committee member, I have the right to correct your bad habits."

"Besides, it would be even more inappropriate to be so close if we are not a couple."

"Old man." Nana muttered in the morning.

Futaba Cheng stood a little further away and smiled: "Is it okay?"

After Ninomiya stared at Futaba Cheng for a few seconds, he nodded without any trace:

"Um."

Yechuan and Asama Nana walked into the school one after another. Ninomiya turned around and found that only a few seconds had passed, Asama Nana was next to Futaba Makoto again.

I forgot to turn around and made a face at her.

Ninomiya narrowed her eyes and snorted coldly.

…

"Cheng, why do you think that Ninomiya always targets you? I remember this is not the first time."

Walking on the corridor, Nana curiously asked Futaba Makoto next to her in the morning.

"Did you see it?"

"Of course, that Ninomiya's eyes haven't left your body since you appeared."

In the morning, Nana made a crab hand gesture in front of her eyes:

"You didn't do anything to feel sorry for her, did you?"

I'm sorry about her...

Futaba Cheng's expression became subtle, but he quickly covered it up and coughed dryly:

"No, Ninomiya Ye and I are from two different worlds. How could I do something sorry to her?"

Hearing this, Nana raised her head and thought about it in the morning:

"It seems so. After all, Cheng, you are an unpopular homebody."
Chapter completed!