Not long ago, the back of my head started to sting quite a bit.
To be more specific, to test my strength, I toured the sports club of Ichijo Academy and broke the seal called “Experience”.
And I knew the main cause.
It was because Yukika Fuuma, the head of the kendo club, was spying on it from a distance of about 5 meters, hiding behind the building.
Whether it was an undercover police officer, there was a red bean buns in her mouth.
“What are you doing?”
“what’s the matter?”
“No, nothing.”
As I answered, I opened the lid of the lunch box I had brought from home.
“Wow! It’s gimbap!”
“Rika, how do you know about gimbap?”
“Huh? It’s from a Korean drama that my mom often watches. When I asked my mom, she said that it’s a Korean norimaki?”
Well, that’s not wrong.
Actually, the taste and ingredients inside are the same.
I asked Kishimoto, who looked at me curiously.
“Want to eat one?”
“Then, let’s eat it with my tamagoyaki!”
While saying that, what Kishimoto pulled out with chopsticks was an ordinary egg roll.
After receiving it, hand out the lunch box and it will be taken by itself.
Kishimoto immediately put the kimbap in his mouth and shouted while covering his cheek with one hand.
“Drink it~”
Watching her happily eat, I put the egg rolls in my mouth and hardened my expression for a moment.
“Rika, your house is a sugar shop.”
“Huh? Why? Isn’t tamagoyaki originally made with sugar?”
As a Korean, I was troubled by the unacceptable sweetness, but after barely swallowing a rolled egg, I was able to open my mouth.
“My house is a salt mine.”
Kishimoto, who saw that he hadtily rinsed his mouth with water, raised his voice as if he had heard something unbelievable.
“Oh! Lie!”
“Really.”
From https://noblemtl.com
Most foods in the world contain sugar, but if there’s one place you shouldn’t, it’s egg rolls.
Chawanmushi, which is treated as a dessert depending on the store, was still ok by my standards, but it wasn’t an egg roll as a side dish for rice.
“Koreans have a unique taste…”
The words he mumbled, as if he had realized it all over again, were subtly suppressed.
Recently, Kishimoto and I have been eating together more often.
The reasons were various, but the first was that if I ate lunch in the classroom, other children would feel burdened, and secondly, I had only this guy to eat with.
Fortunately, Satoru, who is close, is literally an insider, because he often eats with close friends rather than me.
It was about half way through the contents of the lunch box.
Beep!
“Theft, theft!”
The student council president suddenly jumped out of nowhere and shouted that with a whistle in his mouth.
Shortly thereafter, she shouted at me with the tip of the black fan she always carried with her.
“Even if Heaven forgives the impure s*xual relationship at the academy, that student council president will not tolerate it!”
“Kim Yoosung, I’m disappointed with you.”
“It doesn’t look like there’s any room for extenuating circumstances, even to me.”
While eating, the student council trio suddenly appeared and surrounded us while talking about catching floating clouds.
what? Is it a dog honey jam hidden camera?
It was when I was chewing the kimbap in my mouth and thinking so.
Perhaps he recognized the faces of the three of them too late, and Kishimoto, who was sitting next to him, poked with his chopsticks and shouted.
“Ah! The school’s specialty, the dark student council!”
Dark Student Council? So is there a student council of light?
It was a time when I was alone thinking about a naming sense that was not normal no matter where I thought it was.
The president, who had lost his face to Kishimoto’s innocent smile, asked, covering his face with a fan.
“Wow, what is it! The nickname of the dark student council!”
“Hey, you’re just running around wearing black clothes all the time. Did all the other kids call you that way?”
Hearing those words, I looked away and it was true.
This is because the gakuran, a school uniform worn by men, is originally black, but the president and Minami wear specially designed black sailor suits.
It’s a costume to show the dignity of the student council, but to the general students, it seems that it was only seen as a cosplay.
It’s common in cartoons… . character like this.
“What, what, what! Such rudeness!”
The president suddenly turned red with his face red, unaware that he would be pointed out by his fashion sense.
I’m sure at this point.
Kishimoto, who always maintains a smile and maintains his own pace, is his natural enemy to the president, who has a tendency to show off in secret due to his personality.
“Two, wait and see! I’ll be back next time!”
In the end, the president, unable to bear his shame, fled to the student council room with two of his subordinates.
Kishimoto, who successfully defended himself by stabbing the chairman’s weakness, tilted his head as if puzzled.
“Ryu-chan, what did I do?”
He is also an all-time legendary heroine who shined at number one in the popularity ranking in the original.
It’s terrifying that natural virtue is like this.
***
the third week of April.
It was a peaceful Monday morning, not far from Golden Week.
Quang!
Suddenly, a high school girl came in with the classroom door open.
“Who’s this little bastard named Ryuji Sakamoto! Get out of here!”
Fluttering red hair.
She was a girl with a fierce impression, wearing a men’s and women’s red jersey over a sailor suit, and black spats sticking out under her skirt.
Then, after Kishimoto moved to the seat next to me, the protagonist, who sat alone on the edge of the window again, stood up with a puzzled expression.
“It’s me, what’s going on?”
Then, the red-haired girl, who was walking forward, asked, staring at Ryuji Sakamoto with her eyes ferocious like a beast with her hands in her jersey pockets.
“You said you touched our first graders? I went to the hospital yesterday and listened to everything.”
Then the main character gave her a friendly smile and said to her.
“There seems to be some misunderstanding.”
But the red-haired girl stretched out her right hand and pulled him by the neck without hesitation.
“Aang! Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding! You’re going to hit someone and pretend you don’t know! What!”
“Wait! I’ll explain!”
While shouting that, Mai Yaguchi suddenly cuts between the red-haired girl and the main character.
When the triangle composition was completed by her intrusion, the quiet class atmosphere began to stir.
It was like watching the beginning of a youth drama.
‘It smells. The smell of a romantic comedy.’
Perhaps the current situation is a scene from the original event.
I expected the story to be completely ruined by the fact that Rika, the heroine of the original story, did not get along with the main character and became friends with me.
Usually when I watch movies, I hear that something like a butterfly effect happens in this case, but honestly, I don’t know.
I didn’t watch the original in the first place.
Yaguchi Maiya seemed to be frightened by the red-haired girl who looked ferocious at first glance, but she spoke the protagonist with a confident voice.
“Looking like I’m from the kendo club, but it was my freshman year who first molested me while I was still. The two of us were trying to hunt me down, so I couldn’t take him down the alley, but Ryuji, who was just passing by, helped me!”
“…What?”
The red-haired girl opened her eyes as soon as she heard her explanation.
It seems that he only heard the one-sided claims of those who were admitted to the hospital and came to argue instead.
In the atmosphere as if cold water had been poured on her, she hesitated, wondering if the fever that had risen on her head had subsided and she had room to think again, and then let go of the main character’s neck.
“That… I’m sorry. I was too hasty.”
When she politely apologized, Ryuji Sakamoto scratched her cheek with a puzzled expression and then smiled.
“No, I understand. Anyone can make a mistake at least once when a fever rises in their head. I hope the misunderstanding is cleared up.”
She nodded shyly and said to the protagonist.
“Those who lied to me because I don’t want to be scolded will definitely change their habit. I promise in my name.”
“Uh… thank you?”
The main character, Ryuji Sakamoto, couldn’t keep up with the flow of the story, and as she tilted her head while smiling softly, the red-haired girl instantly blushed.
Ah, the cliché of a love comedy again.
“Okay then! I’ll see you soon! Good job!”
The red-haired girl, wondering if she wanted to hide her blushing face, turned her back from him and met my eyes as I watched the situation.
“oh.”
I thought it was a familiar face, but the girl who handed me a bamboo sword when I went to the kendo club last week.
She had a slightly surprised expression on whether she recognized me too, but soon ran out of the classroom.
There was a commotion like a storm in the morning, but the main character, Ryuji Sakamoto, muttered, “You’re a strange guy,” with a dull expression on his face.
Kishimoto, who was watching the scene with me from the side, crossed his arms and muttered.
“The kid who just left, I feel like we’ll be seeing each other often.”
This guy is needlessly quick-witted.