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"Cough cough."

I don't know if he noticed that I was looking at him, he cleared his throat, finally turned around, and looked at me again.

"You are so cute in this dress, Yu...can I call you Yui-chan?"

"……Can."

Although I think he is a little strange, and his eyes are too bright when looking at me, but I don't feel any bad meaning from it, and I don't know where I come from. I don't feel too much against him. call me.

He seemed very happy to have my permission.

In the end, he sat directly at Oda's table. Osamu Dazai looked very unhappy, but he just puffed his cheeks and didn't say anything.

I glanced at him and dropped a word of warning before leaving:

"Don't take random pictures of me again, Dazai-san."

If I continue to play disco on my bottom line, I think I really can't help but slap him on the wall and can't get him off.

Then I went back to Fu Heihui's table again.

"Sorry, been talking to them just now. Have you decided what to order?"

Fu Heihui held the menu, and when he heard my answer, he shook his head and looked up at me.

I noticed that his ears were still a little red, but his eyes were no longer evasive as before, "Can you tell me carefully, because I'm not very familiar with this kind of thing, and I want to know more about it."

I first took a look at the situation in the coffee shop, and felt that the students were still busy, so I looked away and nodded at him.

"sure."

As I said that, I pulled the chair next to me and sat down. Fu Heihui pushed the menu towards me and placed it between the two of us.

"These are actually pretty good. If you have a mild taste, you can choose this one."

I ordered the types of coffee above. Originally, everyone planned to use instant coffee, but because Yuanzi was in charge of making things, she waved her hand and replaced them all with real coffee beans. A coffee machine was also prepared for the convenience of students. They operate.

When he refuted us, he was plausible, and the feeling of instant dissolution did not match the gorgeousness of Sailor Moon at all.

What else can Xiaolan and I say, we can only say that you are happy.

"And if it's cake, you can choose this one—"

"Some cakes have homemade written next to them." Fu Heihui pointed to the right side of the menu. Because of this action, his body tilted slightly towards me, facing me sideways, looking down at the words on it.

"Is there any difference?"

When he softly asked this sentence, his long and curly eyelashes trembled.

"Ah, this ah-"

Before answering, I couldn't help but look at his auricle again, feeling as if the red color hadn't faded, but became more obvious, but looking at Fu Heihui's expression again, it was obviously very calm.

I wondered if he was faking calm.

Then I thought about his previous reaction, and compared it to other people I knew—

Very well, Fu Heihui is indeed the one with the thinnest skin.

"The ones with the [Homemade] logo mean that this type of cake is made by everyone. Those without this logo are prepared by professional pastry chefs. Therefore, the shape and taste of the [Homemade] cakes will not be as good as the latter. "

Probably because it was not good for Yuanzi to provide all of them. Before the opening, the head teacher seriously asked everyone in the class to learn how to make a pastry, and then put it on the menu.

This is why there are two options for the cake.

"Do you have yours too?" Fu Heihui asked suddenly.

"Yes, I have."

While talking, I pointed it out on the menu, paused, turned my head to look at Fu Heihui with a smile and said, "Although it's not as good as a professional pastry chef, I think the taste is okay. Do you want to try my craft?"

Fu Heihui pursed her lips, and no longer just turned her face to me, but turned her head to meet my gaze, just like me.

"...Will it be troublesome?" He asked in a small voice.

"No, it's very simple."

Originally I was good at cooking, although pastry is a self-study only recently, but the relatively simple ones can still be learned quickly.

"And it's a very happy thing to taste your own crafts for friends~"

I bent my eyes towards him and smiled, Fu Hei Hui Dingding looked at me and also bent the corners of his mouth.

When this kind of staring did not exceed three seconds, the smile on Hui's face suddenly disappeared, and she frowned slightly and looked somewhere.

"what happened?"

I looked over with him, and found that Fukuroi's eyes fell on Oda's table. It seemed that he was aware of the sight from our side. The man named Toyotaro Ota put down the menu in his hand and looked at us. This direction smiled gently.

And Dazai next to him was enthusiastically trying to pour a jar of sugar from the sugar bowl next to him into a cup full of coffee.

Oda tasted the cake leisurely.

"...I suddenly felt stared at by a very resentful gaze just now."

Confusion, hesitation and incomprehension flashed across Fu Heihui's face.

"But when I looked over, there was nothing there, and that table..."

He paused and shook his head.

"I must have made a mistake."

Resentment?

I took another serious look at Oda and the others, and noticed that Osamu Dazai was shaking the empty sugar bowl, as if trying to get some more sugar out of it, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

This guy...isn't he afraid of being caught?

And Oda and Ota Toyotaro also looked normal.

In addition to the scene where I communicated with them before, Fu Heihui should think that they are all my acquaintances, so I feel that I feel wrong.

I thought about it, and gave some serious instructions before leaving with the menu.

"If you feel that there is something abnormal again, remember to tell me."

Although I didn't notice any danger, I was just in case if I wasn't afraid of ten thousand.

"Why did Yui-chan come back so soon?"

When Sonoko saw me approaching, that's what she said.

I tapped her on the head, "So why are you so active?" As I said that, I walked around the service counter, walked behind the pastry making table, and took out the required materials.

Yuanzi was lying on the service desk, looking at me with bright eyes, and lowered his voice mysteriously:

"Do you remember the information you asked me for at that banquet?"

"remember."

What I want to make is a dessert called stuffed honey. The process is not complicated, so I can use it for two purposes at once, chatting with Yuanzi while making it.

Because of Yuanzi's words, I also thought of the situation at that time, and couldn't help laughing.

Speaking of which, I almost missed it that day. Who would have thought that by such a coincidence, the information on the next few pages happened to belong to Fu Heihui.

"His father is very handsome! I don't think he is any worse than those big stars on the screen!"

Sonoko became excited as she spoke, and even waved the magic wand in her hand.

"We've all gone to elementary school, can't you restrain your nympho?"

Shinichi's voice from next to him cut in, squinting at Sonoko.

"Xinyi, you don't understand anything at all!"

Sonoko snorted, "I'm not a nymphomaniac at all, I'm an appreciative one! Yui-chan's friend will definitely be handsome when he grows up!"

In the short time they've been arguing, I've placed the fruit on top of the sliced ​​agarose and drizzled it with a viscous honeydew.Holding the prepared stuffed honey, when I passed by Xinyi and Yuanzi, my footsteps stopped.

"I agree with Yuanzi's words."

I thought about Fu Heihui's appearance, which was almost exactly the same as my friend's when he was a child, and I had seen Zen Yuanhui's appearance in his teens, so after comparing it, I also had a prediction for Fu Heihui's future appearance.

"Mr. Fu Hei will definitely be very handsome when he grows up."

I said in a very positive tone.

Shinichi: "...Since when did you become a nympho?"

He looked at me like you betrayed the organization.

"It's not a nympho."

I explained solemnly: "This is the truth."

"..." Xinyi looked at me and his expression had changed to "You are hopeless".

I shrugged my shoulders, didn't continue to argue with him, and walked towards Fu Heihui's position with a snack in my hand.

Then I found that during the time I was away, the solemn look on Fu Heihui's face became more obvious.

He looked at me hesitantly, opened and closed his lips a few times, as if he didn't know whether to speak or not.

My expression also became serious, "Do you feel something is wrong again?"

"No, but..."

"There is always a vague resentment following me..." He murmured, looking troubled, as if he didn't quite understand.

"But there are only your friends in that direction."

"Is that so?" I rubbed my chin, thought for a moment, and pushed the dim sum in front of him, "Taste the taste first. I'll go over and ask them."

I can probably guess what Fu Heihui is thinking.

resentment.

When this word is used to understand the profession of a magician, it always reminds people of bad things, such as magic spells.

I am no longer a conjurer in this life. If I didn't open Sharingan, I wouldn't be able to see these things at all, and maybe I would have overlooked some details.

Since the strange feeling Fukuroi felt came from Oda and the others, I think I can ask them if they have noticed anything.

After all, although they are not magicians, they are also people with supernatural powers who can see the existence of magic spirits.

"Did you feel something was wrong just now?"

Because Totaro Ota was on the side, I asked more tactfully.

"For example, like the amusement park that day."

Oda thought about it seriously and shook his head at me.

"Hee hee~"

Osamu Dazai let out a strange laugh, while laughing, while looking at his teacher Toyotaro Ota sitting beside him.

"Yuki-chan, maybe he knows something."

I followed his words and my eyes fell on this man.

"If something is wrong—"

The man covered his lips with a thoughtful expression, then smiled and looked at me.

"Probably because Dazai put an entire can of sugar in his coffee."

I thought about it and couldn't help nodding.

"you are right."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

He turned into a steamed bun face in an instant, and snorted at us.