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"A weak point—"
Fujiwara Chika suddenly leaned in close and took a big bite of the yakisoba bread.
While biting, she also looked up at Amamiya Natsuki, her beautiful azure eyes full of triumph, very much like a dog that had successfully snatched food from its owner's hand.
"Delicious." Fujiwara Chika sat up straight, gave a thumbs-up, her cheeks puffed out, "As expected, other people's food tastes better."
Amamiya Natsuki looked at her silently: "Girl, why are you so skilled?"
"Eh heh~" Fujiwara Chika closed one eye, smiling triumphantly, "Because I often snatch other people's food. My current record is ninety-nine wins."
So she was a repeat offender, no wonder she was so proficient.
"Hey, hey, what do you want to eat?" Fujiwara Chika held up her bento box and said generously, "Choose whatever you want to eat."
Just snatching other people's things to eat would definitely make her disliked, but in fact, Fujiwara Chika, aside from being super enthusiastic about romance topics and yet unable to read the atmosphere, which made many people avoid her when talking about romance, had never been disliked by anyone.
The reason is simple.
It's about reciprocity.
This pink-haired Sheltered Ojou-sama has never been stingy; if she ate someone else's snacks, she would quickly repay them twofold.
Such was the case now.
Amamiya Natsuki looked down, and the food in the bento box was quite rich and varied, with shrimp balls, meatballs, okra, broccoli, cherry tomatoes, fried chicken pieces, and more—a dazzling array.
"Are you sure everything I see is available for selection?" Amamiya Natsuki asked with a profound tone.
"Of course," Fujiwara Chika lifted her chin, revealing a stretch of white neck. "It's the Fujiwara family motto: what is said is done, and never regretted."
"Are you sure you won't regret it?"
"Absolutely not. Hurry up and choose."
"Alright then, I choose..." Amamiya Natsuki's gaze shifted to Fujiwara Chika's face. "Chika-chan, I choose you."
"Eh eh eh?"
Fujiwara Chika leaned back slightly, using the bento box to shield her chest: "What are you talking about? I can't be eaten."
"How would you know if you haven't tried?" Amamiya Natsuki said with a righteous expression. "Chika-chan looks fresh and delicious, plump and juicy. I really want to eat her in one bite."
"Rejected, 100% rejected!" Fujiwara Chika puffed out her pink cheeks, a blush quickly spreading across her fair, jade-like face. "I am not an option."
"Please recall what you just said," Fujiwara Chika leisurely stated. "You said everything you see can be chosen, and you never said I couldn't choose you. So I'm making my choice according to my heart."
Fujiwara Chika: "..."
In short, absolutely not!
Being eaten by a boy on the rooftop, and so intensely for the first time, she would surely break!
"Go away, go away!" Fujiwara Chika's bun-like face puffed up even more, like a pufferfish being poked. "I'm not letting you eat me anymore."
"What did you say?" Amamiya Natsuki tilted his head, pretending to listen intently. "Someone just told me that it's the Fujiwara family motto: what is said is done, and never goes back on its word."
Fujiwara Chika: "..."
My feet hurt so much.
Fujiwara Chika finally understood what it meant to 'lift a rock only to drop it on one's own foot.' She wished she hadn't said anything just now.
"That beef ball looks pretty good."
Amamiya Natsuki looked at the bento box.
"Here, for you."
Fujiwara Chika breathed a sigh of relief and quickly handed over the bento box.
Amamiya Natsuki said:
"No chopsticks."
"Just pick it up with your hand."
"I didn't wash my hands after using the restroom."
"Ew, that's disgusting! You should wash your hands properly!"
"I once heard a saying," Amamiya Natsuki said eerily, "Food fed by others seems to taste better."
Fujiwara Chika: "..."
After all that talk, he just wanted me to feed him.
But with no chopsticks and unwashed hands, there was no choice but to hand-feed him.
Fujiwara Chika placed the bento box on her lap, picked up a meatball with her chopsticks, cupped her left hand underneath to prevent it from falling, and carefully brought the meatball to Amamiya Natsuki's face, instructing him:
"Here you go."
"Ah..."
Amamiya Natsuki opened his mouth, waiting.
"You're supposed to bite it yourself!" Fujiwara Chika couldn't help but scold him.
It's already at your mouth, and you still want someone to feed it in. Move yourself!
Amamiya Natsuki bit into the meatball, sat up straight, and gave a thumbs-up: "As expected, food fed by others tastes better."
"You're mimicking me!" Fujiwara Chika puffed out her pink cheeks, deciding to return the exact words. "...Why are you so skilled?"
"To be fair," Amamiya Natsuki swallowed the food in his mouth, "it's all because Teacher Chika taught me so well."
"I never taught you these things."
"It's normal for new ideas to emerge, and for students to surpass their teachers, isn't it?"
"..."
Amamiya Natsuki looked at the bento box again: "Give me another cherry tomato."
In this world, once you've done something for the first time, the second time is much easier.
Fujiwara Chika picked up a cherry tomato with her chopsticks and brought it to Amamiya Natsuki's face: "By the way, what's the difference between a cherry tomato and a tomato?"
"There's no difference. Rather, the original tomatoes were more similar to cherry tomatoes, not today's large tomatoes," Amamiya Natsuki said casually.
"Most of the fruits and crops we have today are varieties that have been selected and cultivated by humans over generations, and they are very different from their ancestors."
"Take tomatoes, for example. Their origin is South America. When they were first discovered, they were very small, not even as big as today's grapes, and because they were poisonous, they were ornamental plants in Europe for hundreds of years."
"Eh eh?" Fujiwara Chika was surprised. "Tomatoes are poisonous?"
"Don't worry, apples are actually poisonous too, but you'd have to eat hundreds of pounds in one sitting to possibly die from the poison."
As he spoke, the sound of a door being pushed open suddenly rang out, and a clear, pleasant girl's voice filled the balcony:
"I'm coming up."
Needless to say, it was Kitagawa Marin.
Fujiwara Chika's hand trembled with fright, and the chopsticks, along with the cherry tomato, directly poked into Amamiya Natsuki's mouth.
"Chika, Natsuki, I'm here." Kitagawa Marin stepped forward, evidently having already spotted the two.
Fujiwara Chika quickly pulled out the chopsticks, looked straight ahead, and sat up properly.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm late." Kitagawa Marin came up to them and plopped down next to Amamiya Natsuki, letting out a small sigh. As she opened her bento box, she said, "I was going to come right after the bell rang, but the teacher called me to the Office."
"Stare—"
The Blonde Hot Girl's eyes widened as she looked at Amamiya Natsuki.
Amamiya Natsuki played along: "Why did she call you to the Office?"
"Good question," Kitagawa Marin said with a resentful tone. "The teacher asked me why I was sleeping in class and why my test scores dropped. I barely managed to deal with it... I'm starving, let's eat, let's eat."
"No choice, there are evil spirits everywhere, how can I concentrate on studying?"
Fujiwara Chika echoed, while looking at the chopsticks in her hand.
She could clearly see a moist mark on the chopsticks, obviously from saliva that had accidentally gotten on them just now.
Hesitating for two seconds, Fujiwara Chika's pretty face flushed slightly. She picked up her bento box and continued eating.
"If I wipe the chopsticks now, Marin will definitely suspect something... Forget it, it's not like I haven't eaten it before."
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