252 – Changed Daily Life
The cultural festival, the last of the big three events of autumn, is finally over.
However, the heat still lingers, and the overall atmosphere in the school feels much more excited than before.
Well, it’s not unreasonable.
It was an event that had been prepared for a month.
“Hello sir.”
“Yes. Good morning.”
I say hello to Mr. Matsuda, who always guards the school gate today, and walk the long commute to the school building.
If you go up to the 2nd floor past the entrance where the shoe rack is located, you will see the 2nd grade teacher’s office and night shift room right in front of you.
The bed and breakfast room is the place where the memories of Mizuki, who was in charge of our class when I was a final teacher for the last semester, are melted.
And if you turn right from here, you will find a corridor from Class 2-A to Class 2-D.
Because it was still early for school, there were not many students walking around the hallways.
I’m a big guy, so I went left and entered the back door of class 2-B, so as not to disturb the other students.
Druck!
Then, the gaze instantly focused on me.
“Hello.”
I said hello in the brightest voice possible.
A while ago, at most Satoru or Rika would have answered this question, but things have changed a bit now.
“Hello! Mr. Kim! You’re a little early today.”
I am now fully accepted as a member of Class 2-B.
***
The opportunity for the class children’s perception of me to change decisively was the sports competition and cultural festival.
It’s not that we haven’t been in contact with each other before, but these two events were the first time we had a conversation actively.
Because of the vicious rumors that have been circulating since freshman year, it seems that most of them looked at me through colored glasses at the beginning of the semester, but I think that misunderstanding has been resolved by itself as I hang out with close friends like Rika, Satoru, and the class president. It looks like
Anyway, thanks to that, going to school these days is fun every day.
Should I say that it feels like my academic satisfaction has increased tremendously compared to my freshman year, when I was always on the outside?
“Good morning! Ryu-chan!”
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“Hello, Rika.”
Rika enters the class with a lively greeting as usual.
I went to school today as well, probably in a car driven by Maria, at a fairly tight time.
Up until this point, it would have been no different from before, but there was one thing that changed dramatically in the relationship between her and me after the cultural festival.
That is the point that we became lovers from close friends.
Putting her bag on her desk, Rika sat down on her lap as if it were her own reserved seat, then draped her arm around her neck.
“Didn’t Ryu-chan miss me?”
“You made a video call yesterday before going to bed.”
“That’s it, this is this.”
So she says and she moves my right hand and puts it on top of her own head.
“Right, right.”
I stroked her hair gently, like petting her dog.
“hehehe.”
Then Rika smiled and leaned back.
Satoru, who was watching Rika and I from the special seat right in front of me, muttered with a tired face.
“Are you salting without getting tired from morning?”
“If you twist it… You know?”
“Aww!”
After being defeated by a single word, Satoru bites off her handkerchief with a face of resentment.
She feels sorry for him, but that doesn’t mean that her girlfriend can’t accept her charms.
After stroking Rika’s hair for a long time, her back door opened and Sasha came in.
And seeing Rika sitting on my lap, Sasha said with cold eyes.
“You’re sick.”
From Sasha’s point of view, who liked me like Rika, it must have been a horrifying sight.
I just noticed that I picked up Rika who was sitting on her lap and returned her to her own seat.
“Huh.”
Rika looked at me with regret, but she didn’t ask for more, probably because she had a sense of her own.
That’s how Sasha, who was low-pressure from the morning, went to her own seat, and soon after, Matsuda, her homeroom teacher, came into her classroom for morning assembly.
“Come on, wake up if there’s anyone sleeping next to you. Then, please.”
“Yes!”
“What is a blackboard? Shake off some chalk erasers, and the air is cloudy. How good would it be to open the window and ventilate it?”
Masuda, who pointed out the main bann’s faults without pause with apnea dealing, threatened to make the main bann again next week if he did it roughly like this, then went to the main point.
“The timetable for the final exams has come out. I know the atmosphere is distracting because it’s been a while since the cultural festival has ended, but the original student’s duty is to study. I hope everyone will concentrate and study hard until the final exams to get good grades.”
“”Yes~””
“Then don’t doze off in the morning because first period is classic literature. That’s it.”
Saying that, Matsuda knocked on her desk and left the classroom with her attendance book.
***
Lunch time.
Originally, we would eat together with the other members, but today we decided to eat together with Rika and me.
That’s also true, because Rika brought her a homemade lunch for the first time since becoming her lover.
“You, don’t expect too much. I made it just as Mom told me to, but I’m still not good at cooking.”
Before opening the lid, Rika, who had laid her ground rice in advance, took a small deep breath and yap! She did and she opened the lid.
“Oh.”
Inside the square lunch box were standard side dishes.
Rolled egg, octopus sausage, and fried chicken.
“Did you make everything yourself?”
“Yes!”
Rika was just waiting for my evaluation with a nervous expression.
I laughed when I saw that.
Because she was doing this, she remembered the first time she met Karen.
At the same time, the menu she taught Karen was exactly the same.
“Then, where should we go for a bite?”
Cutting my wooden chopsticks in two, I first put the octopus sausage into my mouth.
Podeudeuk!
A familiar taste spreads in your mouth as soon as you bite into it.
As I said before, octopus sausage is one of the easiest side dishes to make in a lunch box because it uses ready-made ingredients.
Of course, the probability of failure was low.
“How is it?”
“It’s delicious.”
As I said that, I raised my thumb and took the karaage next.
The outside is slightly burnt, but it’s better than unripe, so it’s rather safe.
After some time has passed since making it, I put the soggy fried chicken in my mouth and chewed it, and the salty taste instantly spread in my mouth.
‘Kuhup!’
From the outside, it looked fine, but I never thought they’d hit me in the back like this.
Perhaps he sprinkled too much salt to season it.
“How about karaage?”
However, I couldn’t bear to say that it was not delicious with the person who made it right in front of my nose, so I managed my expression as much as possible and hurriedly stuffed the rice into my mouth to neutralize the salty taste in my mouth.
“This is delicious too. A complete rice thief?”
“A rice thief? What does that mean?”
“In Korea, delicious food is described as a rice thief.”
“Aha.”
Rika looked like she had learned something new.
Fortunately, he didn’t seem to notice.
After eating the two most acceptable menu items, the last one is left.
Gulp-
I looked down at the egg rolls, which were bumpy in shape, but showed signs of trying to make them as round as possible.
But if my eyes weren’t wrong, the material protruding from inside was unusual.
Perhaps he read my gaze, Rika smiled confidently and said.
“Ah! Ryu-chan recognized it too! That’s my secret menu! Mama said that if you want to hold a man’s stomach, you have to be good at miso soup and egg rolls, if you don’t know anything else!”
‘… Maria, if you were by my side, you should have stopped it.’
I remembered the mischievous face of Ms. Maria, who was not here, and made up my mind.
Then he asked while lifting the black liquid oozing out of the rolled egg with chopsticks.
“Rika, I’m asking you, what is this black liquid?”
Rika replied with a confident expression.
“That’s the taste of my stash!”
“…A hidden taste?”
“Since this is the first lunch box Ryu-chan has packed for me since he became my boyfriend, I wanted to cook something special for him. So I thought about it and added ingredients that seemed to go best with egg rolls.”
‘That’s this guy.’
I stared at the unidentified ingredients that flowed down in a sticky stream.
‘Who are you?’
Obviously, it feels like there is someone who shouldn’t be in the egg roll.
However, if a man draws a knife, he must also cut a radish.
I opened my mouth and put the omelette inside.
And the moment I took a bite, I realized.
‘Sweet… !’
It was sweet.
It was crazy sweet.
I had heard before that Rika’s house was a sugar party, but even taking that into consideration, I couldn’t stop from the sweetness that would rot my teeth.
And then I realized that the identity of this sweetness was due to the dark liquid, chocolate, that was contained in the egg rolls.
“How is it? Is it delicious?”
Quack!
I endured what I was about to spit out for a moment with superhuman patience, then nodded while covering my mouth.
Looking at me like that, Rika smiled happily.
“hehehe, egg rolls with chocolate, am I a culinary genius?”
Gulp!
“Maybe.”
I sold my conscience today.