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Chapter 87

However, even so, Fujisaki Ako seemed to be extremely excited about this. She wiped the tears on her face with one hand, carefully placed the bento in her hand on the table, and then opened the lid of the box.

A strong aroma immediately appeared in the air. Otoyu looked down and was a little surprised. What a beautifully made bento. It can be said that it is full of color, flavor and flavor. I am afraid it took only a few hours to make it.

Take the trouble

It's just a pity that it was done well, but for Atobe Keigo, a young man who was born into wealth and was used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas cooked by famous chefs, he didn't even look at such a simple bento.

He asked her to put down the food, just to give her little maid face, but he didn't say that he wanted to eat it. He was very picky. Except for the food made by his famous chefs, he really didn't have any appetite.

, don’t let him eat whole grains like this. I don’t know if it will cause diarrhea.

Fujisaki Ako had a hurt look on her face. She had been making this bento for a long time, but Atobe Keigo didn't even look at it. I'm afraid he asked her to put it down because of what the girl sitting next to him just said.

Girl, she looked at Otowa. All Hyōtei's students knew that face, including her.

Saya Otowa, a transfer student of Seigaku and Tobihara's model of the year, is said to live in Atobe's house, and Atobe has the same attitude towards all girls except her, arrogant and arrogant, and has made it clear that he will not treat anyone

put in eyes

Faced with Fujisaki Ako's scrutiny calmly, Otowa saw surprise, speculation, and envy in her eyes, but no calculation or jealousy.

A person's appearance can easily deceive others, but a person's eyes can see through a person's heart

She thought, a person with such clear eyes also has a pure heart.

She was glad that she was not the second Qingmu Qiaojia. If she could, she would like to help her. She knew how sad it felt to be rejected.

so……

She picked up the chopsticks, picked up a rice ball, and then put her hand to Atobe Keigo's mouth

Her sudden action not only frightened Fujisaki Ako, but even Atobe Keigo was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at such a strange thing as the rice ball in front of him. Was she letting him eat it?

"Come on, open your mouth." She smiled slightly, with expectation in her eyes, making it impossible to refuse.

"Really," Atobe Keigo muttered, "If I eat something bad, you will be responsible for it." But after all, he opened his mouth and took a bite.

When you eat it, it tastes sweet, soft, and very calm. There is nothing special about it. It is far worse than what his chef made.

"Well..." He turned away. Anyway, he had already given her enough face. Don't come to him in the future, and don't even think about letting her eat another one.

Fujisaki Ako's eyes were red, and she didn't know how to express her excitement. She was not dreaming, and it was really not a dream. Senior Atobe actually ate the rice balls she made. He actually ate it. As far as she knew, even though it was a gift

There are many girls who make lunch for him, but he has never eaten anything made by others. Now he actually eats something made by her. She is so happy.

She looked at Saya Otowa gratefully and really thanked her. Although her confession still did not receive a response, she knew clearly from the beginning that Atobe Keigo, the aloof Ice Emperor, was

It was impossible to fall in love with her and she never thought that he would respond to her, so she just wanted to look at him from a distance, and that was enough. She would always remember him at this moment in her mind.

clear face

He once ate rice balls made by himself, and she was already very satisfied.

"Thank you Atobe-senpai, thank you Saya-senpai." She bent down deeply, then walked out of the classroom with a smile on her face. If other girls knew about it, they would not know how envious she would be.


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