Kuzu Inou【Ondo wo Kaeru Mono】 no Ore ga Musou suru made

"Come on, I brought it!!! What do you say!! It's not just a lot...... it's the finest grade super luxury mocha!!

We were swimming in front of this man, who showed up in the rear car loaded with tons of mopeds, wondering what the hell was going on.

The story goes back about a week...

Early in school, we were a freshman at Emperor Weird High School, where we were busy with irregularly scheduled counter-school wars and hot spring trips, but the annual Spring School Festival, commonly known as the "Spring Festival", was also held at the same time as usual, so a class meeting was convened to decide on performances.

So we 1-A ended up saying, "Well, do you want to make a roasted noodle for now," but this idiot on the subject of who makes it...

"Even a guy like you who can only do it once in a while can't do it for about an iron plate, can he? Don't use it here. When are you gonna use it? I don't think there's any more room for action if we miss this place, huh?

I started talking about that.

I felt a little uncomfortable with the words and a little blue muscle on my head, and I pulled this idiot (Moyashi Yaru) down elegantly in return.

"That doesn't help with the hairy shit in your banquet art, does it? Even if you're a psychic, you can produce a lot of sprouts, right?

and did it with gentle and gentlemanly words.

The result is a mountain of rear-car-laden palms placed in front of this.

"That's a lot... can you consume it by the end of the day?

I told him to make a cup of eyes, but he said this idiot, who doesn't know what the limit is, kept growing palms all night in his garage, and he's got a bear in his eyes.

Now, it's much more efficient and easier to grow it on the spot after coming to school...? Well, I said, "Cultivate it and bring it".

That's why our performance of today, "Baked Noodle Street," came in with a few minor modifications, which led to the opening of the "Healthy Baked Noodle Street with Moyashi Mashima Tenderloin".

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Juuuuuuuuuuu......

After all the preparations for the class, the yakisoba stall opened successfully.

Today's school festival can also be an interactive event with the community, and it can be one of the few contacts between alien high schools and surrounding residents that we don't normally meet.

Apparently, all entrants will be asked for IDs at once, and they will be identified fairly well, but this is a rare event for a heterogeneous high school, which is open to students' families and outside parties alike.

So far, I'm the only one with the store number.

The iron plate is warmed to good condition by my perfect temperature regulation, and it is cooked with a massive amount of noodles and a palm juice making a creepy sound.

I would have helped that Moyashi bastard with it, but I'm letting him go to class and rest because he started saying "I can see a Moyashi growing in my eyes" all night long and it was a bit nasty.

"What the...? You can't see the noodles in the palm, can you?

"Healthy grilled noodles?... pretty much a moyer, right?

"That stock of ingredients is awesome...... what the hell is that white mountain?

"The smell usually looks delicious..."

Attracted by such rarity, there are quite a few customers who buy on the road, and they have a good reputation after eating again.

That, too, should be surprisingly light to eat, even though this large assortment of moyashi roasted noodles is quite chunky in appearance.

Also, the noodles are designed for a slightly thicker flavoring, so they balance with the moisture content of the palm and are not surprisingly tired of eating. This neighborhood is directed by George Yamaoka, who aspires to be a cook. That's what I said. During the seasoning debate, Yu, the self-proclaimed gastronomer's sea belly, said, "It can't be a backfat-free mashi-mashi or anything!" I wondered what would happen when I brought a ton of pork backfat from somewhere, but that also unexpectedly plays a part in the flavor.

This moyashi, which is actually the main ingredient even though it is roasted noodles and baked noodles, can be used quite a lot because it has a lot in stock at almost zero cost (no labor consideration exists for him, etc.).

Besides, I find it extraordinarily tastier than the guy who usually sells it in the supermarket because of the mysterious hard work of planting trees such as "I'm focused on the water anyway".

And he said, "Because it gets worse when it hits the sun even a little bit," and after production, he carried it into school early in the morning in the dark, putting on the cover and also temperature-controlled it until we got here.

... early morning? What happened to the school gate keys? You broke it??

The passion you put on that ingredient... aren't you, seriously, suitable for producers?

Whatever it is, it's popular. Sales are very good.

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"Good day Serizawa-kun! How's it going?

So when it was time to come closer to lunch.

If you can see him, it is also the alien possessor of [the wound healer (healer)] who has spoken cheerfully to me, and his bright character makes it difficult for him to heal even the atmosphere in his class. She is Kagura, an active healing girl.

"Oh, good job! Pretty good reputation!

I'll briefly report the sale for the last hour. If we go at this pace, we might be able to consume a pile of palms like that joke.

"You, were you doing this alone? It was time for a change. We can always take our place, right?

It's the same class of Akai Tsubasa who says that while sticking her hand in her pocket beside Kagura. He is also the owner of an alien ability to warm the iron plate, just like me, so he is the "baker" of the roasted noodles.

"Really? Sorry, please."

That's what I said. I handed Akai the metal hella in my hand, and I also took off the blue and red festival coat (Happy) that was woven with my feathers and gave it to him. Yes, these two are the next "baker" and "seller" combinations.

I usually hang "rear charging (exploration)" with the appropriate curse wording (spelling), but I don't feel that way right now.

Because...

"Ah, Serizawa-kun! Are you done on duty yet?

I have a mysterious relationship between... more than a good enemy (competitor) and less than a lover.

No, maybe we can't say "lover" anymore... that's what I think. 'Cause that's what you did at the mountain hut at night?

"Oh, because Akai and the others replaced me early."

"Yes... Mr. Mizuzawa said he wanted to talk to Serizawa-kun."

But after that, we got off the mountain normally, split normally, greeted normally the next morning, took classes normally, and went home normally separately.

Actually, nothing's changed from before? Totally my mistake?

No, I don't think so. but I didn't check with her. But check it out. Seriously, what if it was my mistake...? Like, I'm never freaking out. Totally. Totally. This one too.

No, there may be a little of that... but, hey, I'm not in a hurry, am I?

I have trouble getting you to join the fools who are in a hurry to do their work.

So if I get a chance somewhere, I'm going to ask her about it...

"Senior Mizuzawa? Well, I guess I'll go see him. Should I go to the student council room?

"Yeah, I think he's probably still here. So, shall we? I have business, too. Senior Mizuzawa, we'll be moving soon, so we might not see each other until we get there soon."

Oh, my God. I keep missing out on the opportunity to make sure.

... are you there? Let's hit our hands with a tentative "rival" that feels like this. I don't really care about titles. Because I'm just so happy to talk to Mr. Mishima normally like this.

After all, we don't really understand the mysterious relationship...

She grabs my right hand with those thin fingers and pulls and walks.

This... that's what I saw it for, right? Sounds like it? Sounds like it, right? It's not a so-called lover connection... but no good, if those Godo Sguru (perverts) witnessed this place...!

I was distracted by that, and I was walking around looking softly, but I didn't know anyone cared about us.

Well, isn't that a rare sight...? I think so, I'm on my way to turn my neck over Mr. Mishima...

I felt like I had eyes with a man with a cheeky face like Nobu.

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That's how...

The "Spring Festival" at Emperor Weird High School is fine and time runs out until after lunch.

Just when I plugged in at 1: 00 in the afternoon, suddenly there was an explosion everywhere on campus.

Loud explosions and screaming even nearby.

When I looked in that direction, I saw about thirty badly resembled men... coming in through the destroyed school gate.