Chapter 215
As soon as he heard Mineo's words, the faint smile that always graced Hisako's face froze instantly.
She had assumed Mineo was going to ask a few things regarding today's evaluation, and she was already prepared to give a proper response.
But now, what was Mineo asking?
Asking if there were many beautiful girls at Totsuki Academy?
Was this a fitting question to be asked by someone who was about to take up a position as an instructor at Totsuki?
Hisako felt her composure waver. A question like this—how was she even supposed to answer it?
If a strange man had asked her this, Hisako was certain she would have turned and left the place immediately.
However, remembering Erina-sama's repeated instructions to assist this man well, Hisako found herself in a difficult spot.
With an incredibly awkward smile on her face, Hisako spoke in a somewhat stiff voice: "That question doesn't seem to have much of a connection to today's evaluation."
"I know it doesn't have much to do with the evaluation, but I'll be working at Totsuki soon regardless. As a single young man with good standards, I have to think seriously about my future affairs. If there are many beautiful girls like Miss Arato, I think I'll definitely have more motivation in my work."
To be honest, in all her life, Hisako had never met a man like Mineo. She was now even wondering, aside from having a fairly handsome face, exactly where this man's merits lay that Erina-sama valued him so highly.
This man's goal for working at Totsuki was for the sake of his personal future affairs?
Had Milady been deceived by the man standing before her?
Because Erina had repeatedly told Hisako to help him with all her might, Hisako subconsciously assumed this young man was someone who had gotten in through the back door using Milady's connections.
However, even if one used connections, they should at least act more seriously. He hadn't even entered Totsuki yet and he was already thinking about hitting on girls; this kind of attitude toward work made Hisako's mental state nearly explode.
Hisako dropped her smile, her expression becoming rather grave.
"Mr. Mineo, Milady sent me here to explain several implementation steps and key points regarding the transfer student evaluation."
"Any questions unrelated to the evaluation, I have no obligation to answer. If you wish to find beautiful girls for casual chatter... you can look for someone else."
Seeing Hisako's serious expression, Mineo let out a small sigh.
"Little Secretary, you really are far too stiff and can't take a joke."
"We just sat in the car in silence the whole way; that must have been very boring. I was just looking for a topic of conversation so you could feel cheerful. Come on, give me a smile. I feel like a girl as beautiful as you must look truly extraordinary when smiling."
Hearing Mineo's words, Hisako's mood turned even worse. She now desperately wanted to go and ask Milady exactly what kind of person had been recruited into Totsuki.
A person who directly flirted with girls for no reason like this, allowed to be an instructor at the school?
Just what were this person's abilities?
Was he allowed into the school just to seduce female students without limit?
Hisako felt that if she continued talking to Mineo, her mental tranquility would surely collapse. She decided to keep her mouth tightly shut and turned her face away.
At the same time, she was determined to give Erina-sama a deep "report" regarding this person's character quality and mindset after today's evaluation ended.
Seeing that Hisako was no longer willing to speak after being teased, Mineo did not continue to bother her further.
Soon, the car entered the Totsuki Academy grounds.
In front of an educational building, the two of them stepped out of the vehicle.
Currently, a large crowd of people stood gathered in the hall of that building. Students wearing various types of school uniforms had congregated here with one common goal.
To join Totsuki Academy, and then head toward the pinnacle of life.
"Hey... who do you think will be in charge of the evaluation today?"
"I hope the difficulty level of this year's evaluation isn't too high."
"I've been preparing for today's evaluation for a long time, so there shouldn't be any problems this time."
"My family has a relative who works at Totsuki Academy. I heard the designated examiner was originally Nakiri Erina-sama, the God's Tongue, but for some reason, the examiner was suddenly changed..."
"It doesn't matter who the examiner is. With my greatness, getting into Totsuki will definitely be easy."
While the participants facing the evaluation were busily discussing amongst themselves, several figures wearing white chef uniforms were also standing in the hall's corridor.
The men wearing these chef uniforms were instructors from various culinary research departments at Totsuki Academy, and the figure of Senzaemon stood beside them as well.
The Director of the Japanese Cuisine Research Department, Hikawah Hagane, looked at Senzaemon and said:
"Director, it is already 08:00."
"Even now, the examiner has yet to arrive. This is truly very disrespectful."
"And also, are you truly certain a sixteen-year-old youth can hold such an important position as an instructor in the education department?"
"Even if his cooking skills are great, the experience of teaching others and the experience of cooking oneself are two completely different concepts."
Hearing Hikawah Hagane's words, Senzaemon spoke up slightly:
"Director Hikawah, regarding that, you need not worry."
"I believe Instructor Mineo can carry out this position well."
"Besides, the reason everyone is gathered here today is to see his performance, is it not?"
"But I still feel a sixteen-year-old boy is too young. The veteran second and third-year students won't necessarily be willing to listen to what he says."
After Hikawah Hagane uttered those words, he shifted his gaze toward the Director of the French Cuisine Research Department, Roland Chapelle.
"Director Chapelle, what do you think?"
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