They Gather Here

However, there is an indescribable thorn in her eyes, which is much more serious than "a little bad" and more similar to "tyrant".

It's better to stay away from such a girl.

Luo Zhen showed a vague smile and did not speak.

"It's so sad." Miss Yang Nai looked very hurt, "This is the first time I've been rejected."

"'First confession' or 'First confession rejected'?"

"I didn't expect classmate Luo to be joking. I thought you were a very rigid type of person."

Luo Zhen didn't pick up.

Miss Yang Nai said to herself: "Luo Jun, maybe there is a shark more powerful than me lurking around you~"

"Are you talking about your sister?"

"..."

"..."

The room was quiet.

Suddenly, Miss Yang Nai laughed, "Pfft!" and walked towards the door of One or Two.

Just before she was about to push the door open, she suddenly turned around and asked, "Student Luo, how did you spend May 5th?"

"What?" Luo Zhen was puzzled.

"Are you ready for the carp streamers?"

"You said that..."

May 5, Dragon Boat Festival.

The Neon Dragon Boat Festival comes from China, but it adds unique customs.

On that day, there is an important ceremony. Families with boys will hang carp banners high, praying for the boys in the family to stand out with the allusions of the carp leaping over the dragon gate.

Therefore, the Dragon Boat Festival has the meaning of Boy's Day (the "boy" here refers to a general term, and anyone under the age of [-] can be counted, as opposed to the March [-]rd Girls' Day mentioned above).

Luo Zhen didn't understand why he suddenly mentioned this topic.

"Now isn't the time to think about those?" He glanced at Miss Yang Nai and whispered, "Also, I don't think I'm still a 'boy'."

"Really?" Miss Yang Nai tilted her head, showing confusion.

"what's wrong?"

"In a club full of pretty girls, you're still single, what's not a 'boy'?"

"Get out!" Luo Zhen was mad.

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PS1:

It is a pity that there are only four suits, and there is no big or small king. Otherwise, I will definitely assign one to Yang Nai.

PS2:

Thanks for the salted fish thrust by fantasy

Thanks to l_ec (a certain letter can't be typed, so I swallowed it), Mingzhe Connaught, Okita さんの big victory, KYO's spicy strips

Thanks to the wild wakaka, l_ec, the oath ~ sword of victory, the blade of the passing stranger.

Thank you for your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets.

Many thanks!

Chapter 33 Battle Day and Tofu Three Eats ([-])

The slanting wind and drizzle fell on the branches, and the new buds were gradually green.

- Arai Zhukyu

The meaning of haiku is very obvious. Under the nourishment of spring rain, new shoots sprout little by little. It has the artistic conception of "good rain knows the season, and spring will happen".

However, despite the slanting wind and drizzle, May in Tokyo can no longer be called early spring, so Chitanda retorted with a smile when Luo Zhen misquoted haiku.

The two pushed the scooter and came to the gate of the National Museum of Modern Art in Tokyo.

Call ~

Fortunately, the distance is not as far as expected.

Luo Zhen let out a long breath.

At the same time, Chitanda had already started to act.

She unfolded the folding table, placed small plates and disposable chopsticks, and carefully arranged the plates.

Assorted vegetarian, tofu, and Inari sushi, all three are tofu dishes, and you must be careful when handling and placing them.

Fortunately, as a peasant girl, Chitanda is a very attentive and good child, and this is not difficult for her.

Luo Zhen watched from the side, without help.

It's not that he wants to squeeze the younger generation, but that he is too tired, his hands are shaking slightly, and he really can't do the delicate work of arranging the tofu.

"I can't help," he said.

"You stayed overnight?" Chitanda asked.

"Well, tofu is okay, Inari sushi does take some time."

"It's really hard work."

"Oh, let's fight quickly."

After hearing Luo Zhen's explanation, Chitanda smiled.

At this time, half of the small plates on the long table were filled with food, which was extraordinarily tempting.

Just then, a security guard came over.

Said to be security personnel, in fact, patrol police.

During the Golden Week, there were many banquets in the six districts of the city center. Considering the weakness of private security companies, the Metropolitan Police Department issued a notice for all police officers to work overtime.

The patrolman glanced at the food on the table, showed a stunned expression, and muttered: "It really is tofu."

In Neon, there are strict restrictions on setting up stalls, otherwise there would be no such setting as a shopping street.

However, he received the above instructions this morning. The original words were: "If there are people who look like students distribute tofu cold dishes at the door, allow them."

How much context does this have to have?

The patrolman was curious.

He glanced at the uniforms of the two and asked, "Which middle school do you go to?"

Chitanda responded positively, "The High School Affiliated to the Faculty of Engineering of Dong Gong University."

Minato school?

It turned out to be a son and a young lady from a wealthy family.

No wonder.

Similar things have happened from time to time. They all rely on the back door of their parents, so that children can hold art exhibitions and pave the way for entering prestigious schools such as Musashino Art University in the future.

Among them, there are many people who will eventually win the World Award, but the vast majority are mediocre and faint-hearted.

Compared with these children, the patrolmen who have to work overtime during the Golden Week are somewhat unbalanced.

He nodded boredly, turned around, and prepared to return to his post.

However, someone behind him stopped him: "Would you like to try it?"

The patrolman turned back in surprise.

I saw that the girl was showing a passionate and urgent look, under the stare of such eyes, it was impossible for anyone to refuse.

Subconsciously, the patrolman took out the disposable chopsticks and broke them apart.

"I'm starting." He put his palms together.

First, slave tofu.

Nu tofu, written as "cold や slave", is quite simple.

In the first step, drain the tofu and cut the onion into filaments; in the second step, place the shredded onion and bonito flakes on the tofu; in the third step, pour soy sauce and sesame oil.

However, the slave tofu in front of the patrolman was slightly different.

It is cut into delicate magic cubes, that is, the size of 3×3×3. The most magical point is the seasoning. The taste of each small grid is extremely similar, but there are subtle differences.

Before the patrolman could react, the slave tofu was eaten up.

Now, he has determined that the son and young lady in front of him may indeed come from a wealthy family, but they are definitely not of the nature of playing tickets.

"You made this with your own hands?" he asked.

"No, senior did it." Chitanda pointed to Luo Zhen beside him and replied.

The patrolman couldn't help but look at Luo Zhen.

There are calluses on his hands, and he does have the temperament of a chef.

"It's delicious," he compliments.

"Thank you for your compliment." Luo Zhen smiled back, and then pointed to Su Shiji, "This dish was cooked by my lovely junior, can you try it?"

Known as a "cute junior", Chitanda is a little shy.

However, she cared more about her cooking skills, so she kept her eyes on the patrolman and did not relax.

That look again! ?

As a man, the patrolman was hot all over by the girl, so he quickly staggered his gaze, picked up the assorted vegetables and put them into his mouth.