The students were three boys and two girls, about the same age as Satou and the others, but their faces held a faint indifference.
"Which cooking school are they from?" Satou leaned close to Erina Nakiri's ear and whispered.
Feeling Satou's warm breath, Erina Nakiri felt her ears tickle, couldn't help but blush, and gave him an annoyed glare, but still whispered, "They're from the European Royal Culinary Academy. It's one of the top culinary academies there, equivalent to Far Moon's status in Japan, famous for cultivating excellent ingredient varieties."
"The Nakiri International Research Society's headquarters are located there, so they have dealings with their school. Last year, they seemed to have sent people for an exchange activity as well."
"I see," Satou nodded.
"However, there seemed to have been a slight unpleasantness last year," Erina Nakiri hesitated for a moment before saying.
"Unpleasantness?" Satou was stunned.
"Yes, that school really wants to prove that their strength surpasses Far Moon, so there seemed to have been some conflict between the exchange students and Far Moon students at that time," Erina Nakiri nodded. "In short, they definitely aren't just here for simple study and exchange. We need to be careful."
"Mm," Satou said.
"Hello. Do you speak Japanese?" Isshiki Satoshi walked over and asked with a smile.
"A little," a girl with light blonde hair nodded, speaking in somewhat stiff Japanese.
She had a delicate appearance and the deep features characteristic of Europeans. She seemed to be a student representative or something similar.
"Well then, we'll show you around our school," Isshiki Satoshi smiled slightly, preparing to take them on a tour of the school.
"Are you the so-called Totsuki Ten Masters of Far Moon?" the girl suddenly asked indifferently.
"That's right," Isshiki Satoshi nodded and asked with a smile, "Do you have any advice for us?"
"I heard that your Far Moon has a unique rule?" A cold smile appeared on the corner of the girl's lips.
Erina Nakiri and Isshiki Satoshi's expressions immediately turned serious.
Even Akikubo Momo's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness.
They all had the thought, "Just as expected."
These people, rather than being here for an exchange, were here to challenge Far Moon students!
"I wonder, which rule are you referring to?" Erina Nakiri responded calmly.
"Heh heh, stop pretending," the girl sneered, and in somewhat stiff Japanese, she said, "Let's eat chicken!"
The scene instantly fell silent.
Erina Nakiri and the others were all bewildered by this sudden remark.
"Eat chicken? Are they hungry?"
"I don't know, is it some special dish?" Erina Nakiri, Isshiki Satoshi, and the others huddled together, discussing amongst themselves.
"You mean Shokugeki, right?" Satou asked helplessly.
"That's right, it's Shokugeki!" The girl's face flushed, and she quickly corrected herself.
"Apologies, if you wish to have a Shokugeki, you must first propose the corresponding stakes, then submit the application to the Shokugeki Management Bureau, and then invite an odd number of judges," Isshiki Satoshi explained with a smile.
"I understand."
The girl nodded, then took out a coin and handed it to Isshiki Satoshi.
"You... what do you mean?"
Isshiki Satoshi was a bit confused by the girl.
"Didn't you say you wanted a wager? This is the wager."
The girl said seriously.
At this moment, even Isshiki Satoshi felt speechless.
"The so-called wager includes, but is not limited to, money."
Isshiki Satoshi patiently explained.
"I understand."
The girl nodded, her eyes narrowing slightly, "Seppuku, right?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
Isshiki Satoshi was stunned for a moment and asked.
"If you lose, you have to commit seppuku, right?"
The girl said, "I've watched Neon movies, and the samurai in them commit seppuku after failing. So, if you lose a Shokugeki, you have to commit seppuku, right?"
Everyone: "..."
This girl's imagination is truly unique.
"Everyone, let's not discuss the Shokugeki for now. Let's show you around first."
Satou walked over and said.
The girl's eyes narrowed slightly, fixing on him, and she said coldly, "You're the boy who mated with Miss Erina from Far Moon, right?"
The atmosphere on the scene immediately became strange.
"What nonsense are you talking about! Who... who did that with him!"
Erina Nakiri's cheeks flushed crimson, and she asked, both shy and annoyed. ...
"Hmm? But just now, Ms. Reioura..."
The girl hesitated for a moment and said.
"Hey, senior, that word should be 'transaction', right?"
"No, it was clearly 'conversation', no, it was 'traffic'!"
Behind her, her companions reminded her.
"You should be saying 'dating', right?"
Isshiki Satoshi's forehead was covered in cold sweat.
"That's right, it's 'dating'."
The girl nodded seriously, "I just said it wrong earlier, my Neon language is still very good."
"This guy's Neon language is even worse than Aunt's."
Erina Nakiri's cheeks were flushed, and she sighed, feeling extremely helpless.
At this time, the exchange students also gathered together and started discussing.
"What should we do? They don't dare to Shokugeki!"
"They probably don't dare, right? After all, if they lose, they have to commit seppuku. That's how Neon people are."
"Let's put it aside for now. In any case, we must defeat the Far Moon students."
Next, Satou led them to his research society and invited them to sit down.
Then he thought for a moment and poured everyone a glass of Miltank milk to drink.
Erina Nakiri and Alice Nakiri had already tasted Miltank's milk, but it was the first time for Isshiki Satoshi and Akikubo Momo.
When they took their first sip, they were shocked by the unusually sweet taste.
They had never drunk such delicious milk!
The students from the exchange group were also all visibly moved.
The most impressive thing about their school was cultivating excellent food varieties, but even so, the dairy cows they bred couldn't produce such outstanding milk.
Could it be that Far Moon had already cultivated such an excellent breed of dairy cows?
This question arose in their minds.
"Hey, Su Pian, where did you get this milk? Can you sell me some?"
At this time, Akikubo Momo walked over, her small face slightly flushed, and asked a little shyly.
Satou smiled slightly, flicked her forehead, and asked, "What did you just call me?"
Akikubo Momo covered her forehead, both angry and annoyed.
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