My front table is Echizen Ryoma

Kitakami Yuki has a passion for mathematics.

But when the last class of the morning is math, that love is instantly cut in half by her growling stomach.

Beishang clutched his stomach and fell down on the table.

Seeing her, Fujiwara on the left asked worriedly, "Xiaoyu, are you feeling well?"

"Well, I'm so hungry."

"..."

Fujiwara breathed a sigh of relief, it's not as good as being sick, and then she quietly handed Kitakami a piece of chocolate while the teacher turned to write on the blackboard.

"Eat secretly, don't be discovered by the teacher."

Kitakami cast a grateful look, took the chocolate happily, tore off the wrapping paper, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Beishang's eating skills in class are top-notch, his movements are clean and neat, he will never leave traces of chocolate around his mouth, and he will hide the wrapping paper in his pocket within five seconds.

But what couldn't be concealed was the various noises she made while eating.

Fortunately, her front desk is used to the rustling noises that always come from behind every day when lunch is approaching. The front desk just frowned slightly, and continued to listen to the class with her chin resting on one hand.

When the get out of class bell rang, Kitakami was the first to rush to the cafeteria. Fujiwara—her good friend and "good wife"—cleared the books on her desk first, and then tidied up the messy books on Beishang's desk. Only then did he run out of the classroom to catch up with Kitakami who was ahead.

"Go north, this way."

Takeshi Momoshiro, who also rushed to the cafeteria early, had already taken his seat.

Going north, followed by Fujiwara who was running out of breath.

"Tell you, Dashi has something to do at noon today, we can compete!" Taocheng announced excitedly.

Kitakami heard the words, with a smile on his face, and when he stretched out his hand to give Taocheng a "love high five" at the food shop, Fujiwara stretched out his right arm and blocked them, "As long as I'm here, I won't let you Keep messing around."

Taocheng folded his arms around his chest, looked at Fujiwara's serious expression, and asked Kitakami as if he didn't know her, "Is this your new girlfriend? You really care too much!"

Kitakami corrected him solemnly: "Sorry, I'm a woman."

"Really, thanks to the fact that I still treat you as a brother."

"To each other. I have always regarded my seniors as my good sisters."

"you--"

Fujiwara smelled a smell of gunpowder between the two of them. All she knew was that Taocheng and Kaitang-senpai often quarreled, and they were the kind of good brothers who quarreled better. Could it be that Taocheng and Kitakami often quarreled because of their close relationship? up?

But it's not a good thing to quarrel in public, Fujiwara shook his head, stretched out his hands, pressed the shoulders of the two people respectively, and pushed them to the seats.

"Give me some peace!"

"Fujiwara-sister, you are really strong..." Taocheng rubbed his left shoulder, worried in his heart, whether Fujiwara's blow just now would leave him with any sequelae.

She looks like a weak girl, but she is so strong, she really deserves to be a member of the Seigaku Women's Tennis Club.

Kitakami, who was used to Fujiwara's sudden violence, sat down as soon as Fujiwara's hand touched her, and her shoulder didn't feel very painful.Kitakami secretly praised his wit.

On the other hand, Oishi Shuichiro, who was too busy to spare his birth, suddenly had a male sixth sense and always felt that something was going to happen.He hurriedly entrusted Bu Er Zhou Zhu to find Taocheng and the others.

After hearing about Taocheng and Beishang, Fuji Zhouzhu laughed out loud, "Hehe, that's really interesting."

"...No, it's not interesting, they do a lot of damage to the body like that."

"Okay, I'll go. Where will they be now?"

Oishi Shuichiro thought about it carefully, and said, "I should be in the cafeteria, sorry for your trouble, Buer."

At this time, there were not many people in the Qingxue cafeteria, so Zhou Zhu found Taocheng and the others without difficulty. He walked over and greeted them with his unique laughter, followed by a gentle voice. Arrival: "You are indeed here."

Taocheng raised his head upon hearing the sound, and looked at Buer suspiciously, "Senior Fuji, what's the matter?"

Fuji replied with a smile: "Dashi commissioned me to stop your competition."

Takeshi Momoshiro shook his head firmly: "No, we must decide the winner today!"

"That's it, hehe."

Facing Fujisuke's vague answer, Momoshiro scratched his head in frustration.It was the first time for Kitakami to see Fuji Shusuke. She stared straight at Fuji's face, as if she was looking at a creature from an alien planet.

Fujiwara, who is in the women's tennis team, has heard about Fujiwara for a long time. After taking a few deep breaths, she asked tremblingly, "You are Fujisuke, that... tennis genius?"

Fujisuke answered her with a smile.

Fujiwara was ecstatic in her heart, but considering the need to restrain herself in public, she had no choice but to bite her lips tightly to keep herself from laughing out loud.

At this time, Fuji said: "However, I don't intend to stop you. Your competition seems to be very interesting."

Beishang frowned and asked him, "Could it be that you want to come to participate?"

"Yes."

Beishang shook his head, showing the professional ethics of a foodie: "Senior, you seem a little too thin, let's forget it."

"No, no, such an interesting event, it would be a pity to miss it, besides, I even brought everything with me." After speaking, he took out a lunch box, opened the lid, and it was well-made sushi.

"It looks delicious." Kitakami commented, and Fujiwara nodded in agreement, but when they looked at Taocheng, they saw Taocheng's expression of panic.

"Is that the smell...?"

Bu Er smiled without answering.

Taocheng took a breath and said to Beishang, "I...I still won't participate."

Kitakami and Fujiwara looked at him puzzled.

Bu Er nonchalantly shifted his gaze to Kitakami, and his smile deepened, "Then there are only two of us contestants now?"

Kitakami nodded, looking at the sushi in front of him, imagining the wonderful taste brought by their entrance, "So, let's start the competition?"

"it is good."

Beishang believed that the thin young man in front of him would never win her.

Of course, if Kitakami knew that they were mustard-flavored before entering, she might consider retracting this sentence.