I'm a Light Novel Master in Japan

Hagimura Ling read a sentence, and the group of people behind them shouted in unison, everyone's expressions were nervous, and they shouted quite rhythmically, and then began to separate, put wood, food, cooking equipment, drinks and sauces, etc. All the items are ready, and like the marines, they are well-trained to prepare for the BBQ.

"...What are these stinky boys doing?"

Professor Ogura was sitting in the pavilion, staring at them with serious eyes slightly puzzled, and couldn't help but ask in confusion.He had no idea why the group of students who were willing to attend his teacher-student reunion sang US Marine Corps songs.

However, Professor Kenichi Ogura did not know that when he was hosting the party, his unsmiling expression, combined with the performance of "unity, courage, and the vitality of yearning for life" in the conversation, taught them their collective attitude. In this way, Cun Ling, Li Yan and others perfectly showed what their professors expected.

Today, I was going to hold a teacher-student banquet at Professor Kokura's house, but the stove malfunctioned, so I had to change the plan. They took the tram to the suburban resort together for a barbecue, and the professor was still responsible for all the expenses.

"I can definitely make the most delicious food in the world!"

Li Yan rubbed his fists, tightened his nerves, and silently gave himself spiritual hints.In the group, he was assigned to cook the grilled chicken drumsticks and beef slices, and he was also responsible for the Chinese fried noodles in the wok next to him. For today's event, he studied a lot of food materials on how to barbecue and make the Japanese version of Chinese fried noodles on the tram. , the state is as hard as an exam.

It's not just himself, Hagimura Suzu has other people who wear glasses, those who don't wear glasses, boys or girls or Hideyoshi, all of them are immersed in a rigorous, focused and depressing atmosphere, passers-by always feel that they are holding an event there. Like a cooking competition.

Undoubtedly, Professor Kenichi Ogura hopes that the warm American-style university party scene has already changed its taste...

"That... Li, is it really delicious for me to roast vegetables like this?"

Hagimura Suzu, who was roasting garlic and eggplant on the side, was a little worried, and said, "I said, Li... I just peeked at the teacher's expression, and he seemed very dissatisfied with our performance, is it really okay to continue like this? "

"This is already our limit. We can only pray to Dirac, Tesla, and Faraday to bless us..." Li Yan said in a low voice with a troubled expression.

"Praying to physicists and master inventors is a bit contrary to the purpose of science, and how do you know if their ability to grill fried noodles is strong..."

After listening to Hagi Mura, she couldn't help but feel that there were too many grooves in this sentence, and said in a low voice.

Inadvertently, Li Yan saw a group of familiar figures appear in the barbecue area not far away.

A group of high school girls in sportswear also began to follow a few teachers to an area with two barbecue stoves. Gabriel, Satania, Vinette, La Feier, and the monitor Machiko were all in the team. Here, this is supposed to be a winter outing organized by the school.

"Innocent, Hu Taoze, you all come here."

This burly bald teacher watched Gabriel and Satania involuntarily lean towards another barbecue stove far away from the teacher, and said in a high and serious voice.

"Yes, sir!!"

Gabriel and Satania suddenly froze, turned around and stood up straight like soldiers, and shouted in unison.

"..."

Li Yan looked at what happened on Gabriel's side, and now it seemed that Gabriel and the others were in a similar situation to his side...

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In a vast open space in Tokyo, there are rows of modified cars of road racing enthusiasts.Ferrari, Porsche, Mazda RX, Nissan Skyline, German BMW, etc. parked on the roadside are almost like a luxury car feast.

Originally, this place should not be the place where ordinary social animals should come, but Aoi Miyamori knew this place.

"Have you really never seen the black Supra with the license plate Shinjuku 75-80?"

A white car was parked downstairs in an apartment building, and Aoi Miyamori in the car called to inquire about the black Supra.

In the luxury car gathering venue, some racers who lost several times to this [Drag Racing Queen] looked at each other and answered that this "eldest sister" had never seen this black supra.

[I said, Miss Miyamori, is there really someone who can surpass you, or on that stretch of the road? 】

A young man in a headscarf held the phone in disbelief and asked.

"Yes, it's the same rule, the straight line is not as fast as the speed, and it was thrown away directly in the corner..." Miyamori Aoi said with some disappointment.

"It's snowy weather, isn't it very dangerous to drift and corner, but I spent some money to change the winter tires well, and the result was just such a preparation. It's the first time I tried to fail, and now I think about it. It's a little unwilling to exceed the moment."

Miyamori Aoi leaned on the soft seat and said.

【…Aren’t you an employee of an animation company?It sounds like you, Miss Miyamori, like racing cars quite a bit too. 】The hooded rider said speechlessly.

Although they said that, they all had to admit that Gong Mori's skills were almost genius level, and they were incomparable to ordinary people's acquired training.In the corners, the weaker sedan wins by squeezing its opponents with technology alone.

When Miyamori Aoi was on the phone, she saw Yasuhara Ema coming out of the apartment door, and said with her mobile phone: "Okay, remember the promise and help me find Route 45, which is often between Chiba and Tokyo, or I will definitely next time. I won't be playing against you."

[Understood, I will definitely help Miss Miyamori find this car... Such a powerful driver, I don't know if he will participate in that kind of competition, we will find out for you later. 】

said the driver.

"Well, what game?" Miyamori Aoi blinked and asked.

[...Miss Miyamori is better not to understand, then, that's it. 】

As a result, the driver seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly took it away and turned off the call.

"Xiao Kui, who are you talking to?" Ema Anhara, who sat in the co-pilot, asked curiously.

"Oh, I'm still looking for the origin of that black Supra." Aoi Miyamori said with a smile.

Anyuan Ema blinked and said, "...You are really passionate about road racing."

Miyamori Aoi showed a somewhat embarrassed smile and explained, "No, I'm just unwilling to lose my best field for no reason... I'm probably a little awakened, if I encounter it again, if I lose , I will feel a lot more comfortable.”

However, Miyamori Aoi saw the bag in An Yuan Ema's hand, and asked curiously, "Hey, didn't you send it out?"

"No." Ema Anhara said, "Mr. Kashiwagi doesn't seem to be at home. The neighbors said he went out very early."

On Sunday, during the holiday, Ema Yasuhara specifically asked Miyamori Aoi to take her to the house of "Mr. Kashiwagi". In order not to affect the company's business, he came to apologize in person, only to find that Li Yan had already gone out.

"That can't be helped. Let's come back later. By the way, let's rush over there now."

Miyamori Aoi put down the handbrake and said to Yasuhara Ema.