Fuyuki Canteen

The daily reasoning of the classical literature department and the elementary school students of death.

Houtaro Oreki noticed this store every time he went home with Satoshi Fukube.

Near the intersection not far from home, the signboard is old and looks like it has been through the years.I have never seen anyone walk in every time, but there are several real figures in the glass door. The lively and friendly atmosphere, the warm yellow light that makes people feel gentle but not overly enthusiastic, makes him pass by every time. Everyone will glance at it, and unconsciously develop a good impression of this store.

But what made him really go in was a rainy day by chance.

Satoshi happened to be busy that day, so he didn't go home with Oreki.When we reached the crossroads, a gust of wind with unusual information blew past.The black-haired boy raised his hand to hold his forehead hair that was almost blown into his eyes, and looked up under the suddenly dark sky.Responding to the ominous premonition in his heart with the wind, the sky that was originally burning with golden red sunset was covered by the huge gray clouds that moved, and the raindrops were bustling and rushing to fall.

Although he was very reluctant, Oreki, who didn't bring an umbrella and couldn't predict the future, had no choice but to take shelter under the eaves of the street.

He held the strap of his schoolbag in one hand and looked up at the light blue rain-colored street scene. Under his calm expression, there was a little anxiety.

Today's decryption has passed, and the adolescent boy who returned home after club activities has an empty stomach like a black hole, which can swallow the entire universe in the idealist worldview.

It was at this moment that the strong fragrance that quietly wafted from the crack of the storefront behind him was captured by the nose that suddenly became particularly sensitive, and he developed self-awareness to seduce the soul.

There's no one at home anyway.

Living alone and cooking is troublesome, and delivery is not a suitable option in this weather.Don’t do things that you can do without, but when eating is a must, then, why not...

In the end, Oreki Houtaro obeyed his heart and pushed open the door of the restaurant.

Why don't we just settle for dinner here.The results shouldn't be too bad.

When he walked in, Oreki's heart was settled.

This is a restaurant that is not noisy, the atmosphere is similar to a coffee shop, which is acceptable to Oreki who doesn't like loud noises.

The aroma of the food in the room is getting stronger and stronger.

Oreki followed the smell and walked to the counter, but there was no one there.The cloth curtain behind the table fluttered slightly, revealing a pair of feet of a man standing and walking around inside at the bottom.

Oreki didn't say anything, but browsed the board for the time being.

When his eyes were scanning the names of the dishes, a tall blue-haired man in a waiter uniform rushed over with an empty tray under his arm, and grinned when he met his gaze. He stretched out his hand and opened the curtain, with a hearty voice:

"Archer, here's a new customer!"

Archer, is it a foreign name?Somewhat strange.

Oreki thought to himself, looking inside the curtain.It seems to be the back kitchen. The person in front of the frying pan is lifting the weight lightly and turning the spatula very smoothly. As the name suggests, it is a tall white-haired male who seems to be of foreign race.

"I see."

The man responded in unexpectedly fluent Japanese, and the gray Hitomi glanced at Oreki, then quickly put the miso eggplant in the pot into a white porcelain plate, put down the pot, picked up a bowl of white rice next to it, and walked to At the door, two servings of food were handed to the blue-haired waiter.

The blue-haired waiter immediately took them and put them on the tray, and left immediately after saying hello. The slender braids behind his back swayed in an arc in the air, adding a bit of vitality to his back.

The white-haired and brown-skinned head chef stayed at the door, maintaining a posture of opening the curtain with one hand and looking directly at Oreki, with a deep, cold but polite voice:

"My guest, what do you want?"

Not too much attention, but just right, very comfortable attitude.

Oreki, who was always at a loss in the face of excessive enthusiasm, felt unexpectedly comfortable at this point, a little reserved but calmly reported the name of the dish he wanted to taste:

"One serving of fried noodles with pork, please."

"Understood." The white-haired boss with a reassuring and calm demeanor nodded at him and lowered the curtain, "Please wait a moment."

Oreki found an empty table and sat down silently by himself.

He put his schoolbag next to the couch, and was about to take out the half-read book to continue reading, but he was attracted by the accident that happened on the table in front of him.

The girl sitting in front of him could only see her back, but she could be seen to be small, with bright long orange hair over the shoulders, and bows tied on both sides.At this moment, she was so anxious that she was almost sweating, and she was rummaging around in her backpack.

The tall boy opposite her stopped eating, and asked her with a bland and slightly surprised expression:

"Sakura, what's wrong?"

"My sketchbook suddenly disappeared, Nozaki-kun!"

Probably because she didn't find it in her schoolbag, the girl called Sakura panicked, looked left and right under the table, and the more she searched for the voice, the more frustrated she became:

"Obviously he was still here just now..."

I don't know what she did, but with a "snap", something like a signature pen rolled down to Oreki's feet and stopped.

Oreki was stunned for a moment, put the library book upside down on the table, lowered his eyes and stared at the pen at his feet for a few seconds, finally sighed, bent down and picked it up, thinking "how troublesome" in his heart, But still got up and walked to the table:

"Hello. Here is the charcoal you dropped."

The two people who were still clutching their heads and thinking philosophically about where the book would fall, suddenly turned their heads to look at Oreki in surprise.

Oreki handed over the pen.

"Ah, that's right, this charcoal pencil is mine, thank you." The orange-haired girl carefully took the charcoal pencil with both hands, remembered something, looked up at Oreki with big bright eyes, "Excuse me, where are you?" Where did you find it?"

That look reminded Oreki of Chitanda when he had a problem.

Aware of the lingering expectation in the girl's eyebrows, Oreki couldn't refuse, so he could only answer briefly:

"It fell to me. Just found it at my feet."

Sakura's eyes lit up, and his tone became a little anxious, but he still maintained his politeness: "Then, did you see a notebook? It's like, that big."

She pointed to the boy in the same school uniform sitting across from her.Oreki looked over, and found that the boy had held a picture book-like book in front of his chest at some point, and was looking at him calmly, no, rather expressionlessly.

Is this guy not good at making facial expressions?

Oreki realized this, measured the size of the book with his eyes, and looked away.

He was silent for a while, raised his hand to touch the soft dark hair on his forehead, and then answered with lowered emerald green eyes:

"I probably know where it is."

Without looking at Sakura's widened mouth, Oreki instructed with an exclamation of "Huh?"

"Go and touch the back of the sofa seat."

The orange-haired girl looked at him ignorantly, and met his gaze.

Oreki sighed inwardly, let go of his forehead hair, and approached her seat.The small girl subconsciously rubbed towards the inner side of the seat, and Oreki walked to the edge of the sofa seat, maintaining an appropriate distance, squatted down and stretched out her hand to dig in the gap between the sofa cushion and the back of the chair, He took out a picture book with the same format as the boy's.

"Is this yours?"

Oreki asked.

He glanced inadvertently, and the name on the cover read "Sakura Chiyo".

Matches the girl's last name.

Sure enough, the orange-haired girl stared blankly at the album in his hand for half a second, and immediately took the album with a blushing face, her eyes sparkling, and small flowers bloomed in the surrounding air.

"Thank you!" She said with a smile, "This is my notebook, I didn't expect to drop it here. I am really grateful today!"

As she spoke, she stood up and bowed solemnly to Oreki.

Oreki turned sideways, said "no" a little uncomfortably, and went straight back to his seat.

No matter how many times I am a little unaccustomed to accepting thanks for simple reasoning.

He returned to the table with complicated emotions, only to find that there was a strange person in front of his table.

"Hello, big brother." The little boy wearing glasses who sat on the sofa seat opposite him at some point in time smiled and swayed his legs, asking in a sweet voice, "Can I sit here?"

Oreki glanced around the store, but didn't answer right away.

In fact, there are still empty tables, and there are quite a few customers who have placed orders.

In front of a table not far away, a young man wearing a black peaked cap was looking at this side without any concealment, with a helpless smile evident on his lips.

Oreki Houtaro had some calculations in his heart.He thought for a while, and felt that it was a bit troublesome to deal with children, but he still nodded to him, and then sat down calmly, with a flat tone:

"...Anything is fine."

As long as you don't bother me you'll be fine.

Oreki was too lazy to explore the child's purpose, so he picked up the novel he had read halfway through, and continued reading.

In the end, before he finished reading a line, the immature child's voice on the opposite side read out the title of the book on the cover with full of curiosity:

"..."The Devil's Land Beyond Human Beings"? It's the work of Koguri Chongtaro, does your brother like to read mystery novels too?"

Are elementary school students now so proficient in mystery novels?

Although this book is famous, it is not yet well-known to every household, and Oreki only read it out of interest.

It is really not to be underestimated.

"well enough."

Facing the pages of the book, Oreki considered how to get rid of the inquiring mind of strange children, and finally answered concisely.

His eyes scanned the lines of words printed on the paper, and after reading the content, he turned another page calmly, trying to end the conversation with a gesture of concentrating on the book and a perfunctory answer. and unnecessary dialogue.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as Oreki hoped.

The child on the opposite side still persisted in asking:

"What about Edogawa Ranpo and Conan Doyle? Does Big Brother like it?"

The author has something to say:

These two are quite destined, and I have long wanted to write.

Aoyama Gangchang quite likes folding sticks.I would also like!

Zhebang is my favorite KyoAni male character! ! !No, let’s talk about my favorite actor~

(By the way, Zoibou, Archangel Makoto, Masako are listed in no particular order. My favorite female character is Violet)

"Monthly Girls Nozaki-kun" who played soy sauce in this chapter appeared.

It is also my favorite Sand Sculpture Girl manga, the animation has been watched three times, and every time I watch it, I am very happy, the kind that laughs out my abs.

The occasion of "Hyoka" x "Detective Conan" begins!

The long-lost gourmet part will appear again!