I just want to live in peace, I refuse to fall in love

Chapter 43 Two Thousand Yen God
This morning, Shirakawa Kazuya was skillfully cutting radish shreds in the kitchen when Yumiko's lazy voice suddenly appeared in his ears.

"Congratulations, you have reached level ten in [Basic Cooking Skills] and obtained [The Tongue of the God of Cookery]."

"Eh? What effect does this have?" Shirakawa Kazuya was a little surprised. Did reaching level ten actually trigger additional rewards?

"To put it simply, your tongue becomes more sensitive, and you can more easily detect shortcomings in a dish and make improvements."

"Sounds good, are there any restrictions?"

"If you use it for too long, you will enter a state of fatigue. Other than that, there are no restrictions or negative effects."

"Okay, then I'm relieved." Shirakawa Kazuya chatted, and without stopping, he put the shredded radish on the plate and poured a spoonful of vinegar.

From this point of view, will other skills that reach level ten also be able to trigger any special effects?Shirakawa Kazuya's mind became active again.

But in the short term, those skills won't be of much use yet, so it's better to study hard first.Let's upgrade slowly when necessary later.

After waving to Xiangzi by the window, Shirakawa Kazuya took the bus and came to school.

"We talked about trigonometric functions in the last class, and we will continue to study in this class." The math teacher's voice seemed to have a kind of magic, making people fall asleep after listening to it for a long time.

After two math classes in a row, Shirakawa Kazuya walked out of the classroom dizzy and walked alone on the way to the cafeteria.

Tsukiike Chihaya's voice sounded behind her, "How have you considered the club's commission? You've completely forgotten about it, right?"

"I have some ideas." Shirakawa Kazuya looked at Tsukiike Chihaya who came over to walk side by side with him, and told her what Xiangzi said.

"Not bad, you can actually think of this. It seems that I underestimated you." Tsukichi Chihaya was a little surprised, and her impression of Shirakawa Kazuya changed a little.I thought he was an idiot emotionally.

"Actually, this is not what I thought. It was when my sister and I were chatting yesterday." Shirakawa Kazuya didn't want to take credit and explained the matter exactly as it was.

"I just said how can you think so much with your elm head, it turned out to be an off-field aid." Yuechi Chihaya snorted disdainfully, and the opinion that had just changed in her heart returned to its original state.

"Don't forget, I, a big-headed person, was ranked first in grade with you in the last academic evaluation. According to this statement, you should also be a big-headed person." Shirakawa Kazuya has not been weaker than anyone else in his life. , launched a fierce counterattack.

"You should be arrogant for a while now. When the next exam is taken, I will let you see the gap between geniuses and ordinary people." Yuechi Chihaya did not give in.

"Speaking of which, what do you think of the club's commission?" Shirakawa Kazuya quickly changed the subject.

"It's the same idea as your sister. I also suggest confessing directly." Chihaya Tsukiike didn't blush at all and directly copied Hashimoto Kouko's theory.

"As expected of a young lady, even copying other people's ideas is so natural." Shirakawa Kazuya saw through her at a glance.

"Oh, mortal." Yuechi Chihaya ignored it.

The two of them walked into the cafeteria together.

"So, Yuechi-san, do you, a noble lady like you, condescend to come to the cafeteria to eat?" Shirakawa Kazuya didn't understand why she wanted to follow him.

"Occasionally I want to experience what mortals are eating." Yuechi Chihaya raised her proud head.

"Okay, what do you want to eat? I recommend you try the BBQ set meal. This is considered a luxury among us mortals." Shirakawa Kazuya always has a good attitude towards his sponsors.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to this meal." Yuechi Chihaya waved casually.

"You are my god." Shirakawa Kazuya smiled and led the way.

Tsukichi Chihaya saw that he was not sincere and was just joking, so she curled her lips with some disdain.

After ordering two BBQ set meals at the window, the two chose a place with few people and put down their plates.

"Wipe it for me." Tsukichi Chihaya pointed at the desktop that looked fine.

"My God, although you are superior, don't underestimate the experience accumulated by the cleaning lady for decades." "Stop talking nonsense, I have already seen the oil stains." Yuechi Chihaya pointed at the one who had not been observing carefully. Tiny stains that will never be noticed.

"What's wrong with the stain? It was obviously just hiding in the corner and no one bothered it." Shirakawa Kazuya retorted, but he still had an extra tissue in his hand and wiped the piece clean carefully.

"Why does your attitude change so much?" Tsukichi Chihaya looked at Shirakawa Kazuya in front of her, a little confused.

"After all, eaters have short mouths and takers have short hands. From today on, you are the two thousand yen god." Shirakawa Kazuya also wiped Tsukiike Chihaya's chopsticks and placed them on the bowl in front of her.

Tsukichi Chihaya picked up the chopsticks with great satisfaction, "Very good, keep it up. But what is that name? At least change it to 2000 billion gods to suit my identity."

"Please forgive my meager imagination as a mortal, I have no idea about 2000 billion yen." Shirakawa Kazuya took a piece of barbecue and put it in his mouth.

I always feel that it is not as delicious as last time. Is it my misunderstanding?He was a little confused, but quickly put it behind him.

"Okay, I forgive you." Yuechi Chihaya also picked up a piece of barbecue and held it in front of her eyes for a while.

"Thank you, two thousand yen god." Shirakawa Kazuya looked at the snow-white face on the other side of the table, thinking that if she was rated according to the system's charm value, she must be twenty points.

This has nothing to do with looks, but the fact that an hourly salary of two thousand yen is too attractive.

"The meat is a bit old and tastes bad." Yuechi Chihaya took one bite and put the mortal's treasure barbecue set meal into the cold palace.

"My auntie will cry when I hear you say this, God of Two Thousand Yen." Shirakawa Kazuya quickly finished the roasted meat.

"In that case, the already salty miso soup will definitely be even more unpalatable. Even a mortal should not be subjected to such torture." Tsukiike Chihaya pushed the plate that she only touched with her chopsticks in front of Shirakawa Kazuya .

"That's right. Your existence fully proves that even gods are full of care for the human world." Shirakawa Kazuya put all the barbecue on her plate into a bowl.

Although the taste is average, the nutrition of the meat itself is nourishing the body that is tired from concentrating on math class in the morning.

"Two thousand yen god, don't you need to eat something else?" After eating and drinking, Shirakawa Kazuya wiped his mouth and looked at Tsukiike Chihaya who was sitting opposite and staring at his mobile phone.

"Since you have already called me that, of course you don't have to." Tsukichi Chihaya didn't even raise her head. It seemed that she was completely disappointed with the cafeteria.

"Let's go, go back and read." Bai Chuankazu also stacked her plate on top of his own, and stood up straight.

"Oh, do you still want to study? You are indeed a mortal." Tsukichi Chihaya put her phone back in her pocket and walked outside.

She stood at the door and waited for a minute, but saw no sign of Shirakawa Kazuya.

"This guy, has it been so long to put a plate?" She lost her patience and walked back to the classroom alone.

The class at noon today was very quiet, and the sunlight outside filtered in through the half-open curtains.Some people in the classroom were reading silently, and some were lying on the table to catch up on their sleep. Tsukichi Chihaya looked around, but still didn't see a familiar figure.

She returned to her seat, her left hand slightly raised in front of her forehead to block the sun, she took out her phone with the other hand and continued to read.

Not long after, a familiar figure appeared in front of him, blocking the somewhat dazzling midday sun.

Chihaya Tsukiike put down her left hand and watched as a bottle of warm milk appeared on the table. Then what came into view was the best-selling fried noodles bread in the school convenience store and Shirakawa Kazuya's white and well-jointed hands.

Shirakawa Kazuya stood there against the light, and the sunlight inlaid his black hair with a layer of gold from behind.

He smiled and said at a low decibel level that would not disturb his sleeping classmates, "Two thousand yen god, please accept the offering from your only believer."

Yuechi Chihaya also laughed, "The only believer? You are too confident. I am very compassionate, so you can be ranked number one thousand and one."

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