The girl under the cherry blossoms, her smile is like a flower

"Don't serve too much. I want to lose weight recently."

Shiratori Mori put his legs down, as if to show his determination to lose weight.

"Lose weight? Teacher Shiratori is so thin, why does she need to lose weight?" As he said that, Qing Gong Feng added another half spoonful of rice.

"Eh? Stop! That's too much..."

"Hey, it's already been served, what's the big deal?" The rice was peaking.

"Eat more. Look how thin Teacher Shiratori is. His arms and legs are as thin as bamboo poles. The summer wind will almost blow you away." Qingmiya Feng joked as he put the rice in front of Shiratori Mori.

Shiratori Mori does look a little thin, but he is of normal physique. As for why Kiyomiya Kaede kept adding more rice to her bowl, besides because he really felt that she should eat more, it was also because there were only a few dishes. If Shiratori Mori's cooking skills were as bad as Tsurukawa Nanami said, then he could also eat less.

"It's not that exaggerated," Shiratori Mori rolled her eyes at Qing Gong Feng in annoyance. She moved the rice to a more convenient position, "This is so much. If I get fat, I'll make you bear the consequences... I'll make you pay!"

"Okay, Mr. Shiratori, please come and look for me when the time comes." Qing Gong Feng responded with a smile.

He served Nanami Tsurukawa some rice, and the bittersweet dinner began.

The first thing Qingmiya Feng aimed at was a plate of stewed eggplant. This was the dish he had taught Tsurukawa Nanami to make before, so he thought there should be no problem with it.

He picked up the chopsticks decisively, and as soon as he put the food in his mouth, a salty taste came out, and Qing Gong Feng couldn't help but grin.

"good to eat."

Qing Gong Feng gave a thumbs up to the two female teachers who were looking at him.

"Ha, I knew it. Nanami taught me how to make this stewed eggplant." Shiratori Mori was in high spirits and smiled like a little child.

Qing Gong Feng's mind moved, and his gaze shifted to Tsurukawa Nanami, with a somewhat amusing expression.

Nanami Tsurukawa turned her face away. She felt a little embarrassed, because judging from this dish alone, she, as an apprentice who had not even started learning, had taken the initiative to teach others and had betrayed her master.

"Come on, eat more if it's delicious." After a few chopsticks from Shiratori Mori, a pile of eggplants appeared on Qinggong Feng's rice.

"...good."

Qing Gong Feng ate a few bites of rice and drank a sip of tea. He needed to slow down.

Tsurukawa Nanami looked at Kiyomiya Kaede with some sympathy and a hint of admiration. She was indeed Kiyomiya-san, with a strong will.

Shiratori Mori was extremely pleased to see that Qing Gong Feng continued to eat even though he was choking, and he felt that his talent in cooking was simply limitless.

She stretched out her chopsticks towards the plate of stewed eggplant, ready to taste her own cooking.

"Eh? Teacher Shiratori, wait a moment." Qingmiya Feng clamped her chopsticks with the momentum of swinging a bamboo sword.

"what happened?"

"Well... this stewed eggplant is so delicious. Teacher Shiratori, can you give it all to me?" Qingmiya Feng looked sincere.

Tsurukawa Nanami's eyes flashed, and the look she gave Kiyomiya Kaede had a bit more meaning.

Shiratori Mori's pretty eyebrows relaxed, and she patted her chest and said, "Since you like it so much, I won't argue with you. I'll just make it for you next time."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Shiratori." After a pause, he said, "Is there any juice in the refrigerator, Mr. Shiratori?"

"Yes, there's orange juice and apple juice. They're in the refrigerator. Go get them yourself."

"I can't find it, can Mr. Shiratori pour me a cup?"

Qing Gong Feng drank up the tea in the cup in one breath.

"You kid really know how to order people around. Give it to me. I'm happy today, so you can enjoy it." Bai Niaosen raised his eyebrows, took the cup, and stepped forward with his white legs.

Seeing Shiratori Mori walk into the kitchen, Qinggong Feng hurriedly picked up the plate of stewed eggplant and poured it into the trash can.

"What other dish did Mr. Shiratori make?"

Nanami Tsurukawa couldn't help but laugh softly. She pointed to a dish of stir-fried vegetables placed at the very edge - no one had touched this dish because it didn't look good.

But a plate of untouched food suddenly disappeared. Even if Shiratori Mori was dumb, he would not have failed to notice it. Qingmiya Feng came up with an idea.

"Do you want orange juice or apple juice?" Shiratori Mori from the kitchen poked his head out and asked.

"Orange juice, please!" Qing Gong Feng had rice in his mouth and his voice was unclear.

Shiratori Mori came over with a glass of orange juice, and the first thing he saw was that the stewed eggplant had disappeared, and that half of the rice in Qingmiya Feng's bowl was suddenly gone.

"Why are you eating so fast?"

"It's so delicious. I can't help it. Come on, Mr. Shiratori, I'm choking."

Qing Gong Feng's face flushed a little. He stretched out his hand and wanted to take the orange juice, but his hand slipped and he couldn't hold it firmly. The cup full of orange juice tilted, and the plate of vegetables underneath was affected.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't hold it firmly." Qing Gong Feng looked at the vegetables doused with orange juice, his tone full of apology.

"Drink a sip first, don't choke. I'll give it to you." Shiratori Mori took the cup and put it to Qinggong Feng's lips.

After feeding Qing Gong Feng a few sips, Shiratori Mori put down the cup. She wiped the table with a tissue - a little orange juice splashed onto the table.

"Why are you like a kid, so clumsy." Shiratori Mori said this, but there was no blame or complaint in his tone, and the same was true on his expression.

"Sorry, sorry." Kiyomiya Kaede winked at Tsurukawa Nanami who had been paying attention to this place, coughed twice, and said with some regret: "This dish can't be eaten, let's pour it out."

"That's all I can do, Qing Gong boy, be more careful next time."

"I understand, Mr. Shiratori."

Qing Gong Feng nodded in agreement, as obedient as an elementary school student.

God have mercy on him. He went to such lengths to protect Shiratori Mori's self-esteem.

He completely forgot what he had thought before coming here; it didn't matter if Mr. Shiratori's self-esteem and confidence in cooking were shattered.

I am indeed very gentle, Qingmiya Feng firmly agreed with himself in his heart. The gentle male protagonist of the light novel can win the hearts of many girls and open the Crystal Palace. I guess he... No, I can't think like that.

After eating a mouthful of rice, Qingmiya Feng began to reflect again. Two are enough. People's minds are limited. One thought is Makoto, and the other is Shidao. This is the real society. There is a high probability that he will become Makoto's successor.

Today is July 2nd, and on August 2nd of next month, he will most likely have returned to Tokyo from the Yulong Banner victory and started his journey with Rina.

If he were to confess at that time, the consequences would undoubtedly be painful, but he didn't want to hide it from the person he loved.

Well, that is to say, there is a great possibility that this relationship will fall into the abyss.

What happens next? This is a no-brainer.

After that he would try his best to climb up until he could stand shoulder to shoulder with Rina again.

He will become even more amazing.

?

The sun shone generously, as if taking revenge for being obscured by dark clouds a while ago.

Nanami Tsurukawa's voice, which was slightly gentler than the current wind, echoed in the classroom. The air-conditioning in the classroom was turned on very high. The girls were all wearing spring uniform jackets, which came in handy now. The boys bare their arms to show their masculinity.

As for whether it will be cold, the answer is no.

When it comes to the body, boys always become tough for no apparent reason. You can say that he has poor academic performance or that he has a unique appearance, and that is fine. But if you say that he is weak, that will absolutely not work, as he will surely get angry with you and show off his biceps, which may not be well developed.

It was two days ago that I had dinner at my young teacher's house.

As for whether Shiratori Mori now knows that her cooking skills are really not good enough, Qingmiya Feng really has no idea, because he sees her smiling every day, but she deliberately puts on a stern face when she meets him.

Could it be that he had lost too much face in front of me before and wanted to get it back?

Qing Gong Feng decided not to think about it, it was not a big deal anyway.

The sky is as blue as paint on a canvas, and the few white streaks seem to have been casually thrown on.

Maybe it was because of the hot weather, or maybe it was because it had just rained for a very long time, the summer tune of cicadas was played in the school building of Nanamori Academy.

It was not noticeable in the classroom, but once you walked out the door and before you even reached the courtyard, the hot chirping of cicadas came rushing over along with the heat wave.

It’s strange to think about it. The chirping of cicadas is just a sound, but why does it make people feel hot?

Maybe it’s the impression that’s playing tricks on me, just like when I see a watermelon or hear the bubbling sound when a Coke can is opened, it’s like I’ve suddenly jumped into midsummer.