I am straight!

Right away. "

"Oh."

He shook off his twisted shirt—naturally crumpled and shapeless.

... A good shirt was ruined by him just like that.

I really don't appreciate such a prodigal behavior.

He was obviously also very dissatisfied with his wrinkled shirt, so he threw it to me and came ashore: "Smooth me."

"Oh," I responded casually, and then began to think about how to straighten it——1 minute later, I was slow to react and threw the clothes back in his face: "Do it yourself!"

I'm not a babysitter, bastard!

"Tsk..." He clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, and brushed the sticky strands of hair wetted by water behind his ears, exposing his entire face—I have to admit that it is a beautiful picture that makes people want to pour it out. The water ruined his face.

"Little chord, no matter what I say, you can be regarded as your savior. You should actively repay the favor. Of course, you should rush to do such small things. Don't let me rush you."

He took it for granted, looked at me with the expression of "Why are you so ignorant", and then stuffed the clothes into my hands.

"I want it tonight."

…………… My face is full of guts.

Not daring to continue to refuse, I found a clean big leaf, rinsed it several times, wrapped the fish in my arms, and put his clothes on my shoulders, and followed him back to our temporary room. reserved land.

The telegraph pole saw Ann and Bell, so he turned his head and looked at me with meaningful eyes--I'm sorry that your eyes are really too meaningful so I didn't understand it. I'm sorry to waste your expression.

So I wandered my eyes and whistled.

I'll make dinner, of course--I don't expect them to be of much help.

I borrowed the small one-finger dagger from the telephone pole to clean up the fish I just caught-this thing is really hard to use.

The death of these fish is very miserable, each of them has a hole pierced from the head, which looks very unappetizing.

...Forget it, the fish head will go later.

The blade sticks against the belly of the fish and goes upwards against the scales. The white scales fall down like snow flakes, revealing the white skin of the fish, but it doesn't cut off the meat.

So the telegraph pole said in a very gratifying tone: "The knife is good."

... Nonsense, I am not good at knife skills, you must know that for me, any food should never be wasted-and if the knife skills are good, I will maximize the amount of materials.

Cut the fish open, pull out the internal organs, intestines, etc., the head of the fish is too lazy to clean up, so it is directly chopped, and a hole is dug with the internal organs to bury it.

It's not that I want to waste it, it's just that in the current situation, I really can't cook fish head dishes.

After putting a few fish on the branches and making the bonfire more prosperous, I handed the washed fruits to the telephone poles.

"Taste what it tastes like."

He took the yellow fruit, took a bite and spit it out: "Cough! It's too bitter!"

Oh, then pass this one.

I handed him another green fruit.

"very sour!"

This can stay.

Pass one more.

"This one is sweet."

Well, you can stay.

Continue to pass the fruit.

"Cough! What a strange smell... Broken?"

I throw it away.

At the end of the poison test, there was still a small half of the fruit left.

It's enough for a meal.

I'm too lazy to separate each flavor, so I just put all the fruits together and grind them until all the juice is squeezed out, leaving only the puree. I stuff the puree into the belly of the fish, and then slowly roast mushrooms like yesterday. Slowly sprinkling the juice and roasting - the electric pole also wanted to help on the way, but I was driven to find dry branches.

There are five fish in total, and for the four of us, one fish is enough for each person.

However, because the utility poles contributed more today, he ate two by himself—he was a foodie anyway, so it was impossible for him not to be able to eat them.

Sitting quietly on the side, staring at the bonfire in a daze, hadn't spoken a word, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Bell looked at me silently by my side, occasionally giving me a chill with adoring eyes, saying a few words, and shutting up again.

Both men were fairly quiet.

That's right, I'm usually the one who pesters them to talk, and I guess they actually prefer a quieter atmosphere.

I didn't bother them either, just turned over the grilled fish in my hand, enjoying the rare harmony.

It is estimated that today's fish is relatively fat, and the oil is sizzling upwards. I am very happy to see it...It really is the meat that is the most delicious.

The smell of meat accompanied by the aroma of fruit lingered into my nostrils, causing me to touch my stomach and keep staring. It's a pity that it hasn't been baked yet, and I can't eat it first. After all, I'm in charge, and they all wait. feed me.

The first baked one was given to Ann—whoever told him to be closer to me, so it was convenient to pass it over.

Ann looked at me, took it, thanked her in a low voice, pinched it with her fingers, tore it open and put it into her mouth bit by bit.

………I said you have to pinch your fingers to eat something?Why is she even more awkward than the girls I've seen before!

I twitched the corners of my mouth, not to blame others for their eating habits, so I continued to grill the fish. The second fish was baked and handed to Bell. a mouthful.

I was too lazy to be polite, so I took a bite casually because it was too hot.

The slightly burnt fish skin tastes fat, and the fish under the skin is very tender and pleasant, mixed with fruity aroma, with a hint of sweetness, it melts in the mouth, because the fishy smell has been removed by the fruit puree, so there is no seasoning It will not be unpalatable either.

It happened that the telegraph pole also came back, and he handed him the remaining two grilled fish, and then slowly processed the last fish.

When I finished eating, it happened to be mid-night on the moon.

Four people gathered around the campfire, and none of them spoke first.

...Why did the atmosphere suddenly become awkward?

Then I suddenly remembered that although I met, it seemed that the telephone pole didn't know the names of Bell and Ann, or even know each other... Cough, I swear it wasn't intentional.

I coughed twice and spoke first.

"Well, this is...Ambrose Wallender..." I patted Ann on the shoulder sitting on my right, and continued: "Ann seems to be quite famous, although I haven't heard of it, but you may heard about it?"

The telegraph pole chuckled and stared at me with his chin resting on his shoulders, but he didn't seem to be talking to me: "Of course, the genius of the Warlund family is quite famous, so why haven't I heard of it?"

...But what's the matter with this seemingly indifferent tone.

Ann frowned, as if she was a little impatient with our conversation, she turned her head and stared at a small white flower not far away.

...Hey, hey, at least give me some face and say hello.

I had no choice but to sigh, then patted Bell on the left, and said, "This is... Bell Losers, uh, he's a bit shy."

Bell hesitated for a while, but still didn't lose face like Ann, and greeted timidly: "You, hello..."

The author has something to say: Meow, I suddenly want to quit my job and concentrate on writing at home—forget it, someone should laugh at my broken writing.

Cover your face silently.

You can't bully me, it's too much, I will cry, I will cry!Even if I attack by force, I will still cry, damn it!

22. The field survival training is over. ...

I had no choice but to sigh, then patted Bell on the left, and said, "This is... Bell Losers, uh, he's a bit shy."

Bell hesitated for a while, but still didn't lose face like Ann, and greeted timidly: "You, hello..."

The telegraph pole raised an eyebrow slightly, then nodded as a greeting.

...not even a word.

"...Don't you just introduce yourself?" I blacked out, a little mad: "I still don't know your name!"

The telegraph pole shrugged: "Don't worry, you'll find out sooner or later."

... What suspense do you have left?

"Oh, by the way, Ann, when you were thrown into the forest, did you see the twins?"

Ann shook her head: "No, I didn't see them during the exam."

...To be more precise, after getting off the boat, the rules and laws disappeared.

I am worried and a little irritable.

Ann and Bell are in front of my eyes, so I don't worry about it now, but what about the escaped twins, the two of them always feel that they can't live without me.

"Twins?" The telephone pole suddenly smiled with great interest.

"Yes, have you seen it?" I asked him without any hope.

"what name?"

"My surname is Jinguji, my elder brother's name is Yuki, and my younger brother's name is Ritsu." But I usually call them A and B.

"If it's them, I've seen them."

I froze for a moment, then asked, "Huh?"

"Don't worry about the two of them, they are not freshmen, and they haven't joined the student union, so they don't need to participate in the wilderness survival training for freshmen."

... Not a freshman?

"...Wait a minute...you said they weren't freshmen...?"

"Well, it's your seniors."

"……Hey?!"

"It stands to reason that you should be called seniors—they just entered the second grade this year."

...囧囧囧! ! !

I never asked the twins how old they were, and I took them for granted as freshmen, seeing how stupid they were.

………Is it the senior?

Then what attitude should I use to treat them in the future.

I black line, tangled up.

Fortunately, they didn't enter the forest. Thinking about it this way, the original worries disappeared.

...Ma, it's a good thing that they are seniors.

I sighed, not wanting to dwell on such matters, and tossed my dry shirt to the pole.

It took me a lot of effort to make the clothes flatter. First, I stretched them by tying branches, and then stretched them with my hands.