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The expenses at the University of Tokyo are not small, otherwise I wouldn't be taking on private tutoring jobs.
The same goes for Saitama.
When they arrive at the store, they just order the special-priced fried noodles.
It seems the Hero Association's treatment isn't as good as Futaro described.
Just didn't expect it.
The three impoverished friends from high school have unexpectedly reunited in this way.
It can only be said that fate plays tricks on people.
"coming!"
"Special offer: meat bun rice, please enjoy!"
Accompanied by the sound of green leaves.
Futaro and Saitama's eyes lit up as they eagerly awaited the dish to be served.
Then. . .
"So...delicious!!"
"..."
"Saitama, say something...!"
"..."
Futaro and Saitama glared at each other.
It seemed to be eyeing the grilled meat that Aoba had specially brought on the table.
They were constantly chewing and swallowing.
This scene reminded Aoba of her relatively fulfilling high school years.
A relaxed and happy smile appeared on his face.
As for why it's called "perfect"...
"Hiccup~"
Hiratsuka Shizuka's appetite became apparent.
The plate of meat-filled rice was quickly devoured, and after finishing, the person let out a satisfying burp.
This is perfection!
"I am full?"
Aoba sat beside her, watching the happy smile on Hiratsuka Shizuka's face after she finished eating the meat bun rice.
I couldn't help but smile too.
"Hmm? I'm full."
After eating her fill, Hiratsuka Shizuka seemed to become much more peaceful.
She saw Qingye sitting next to her, watching her.
Their faces have become much rosier.
She immediately transformed into Jing'ai and glared back at Qingye: "What are you looking at!?"
"Look at our Teacher Jing, how she transformed from a female hooligan who smoked and fought into Teacher Jing who teaches and educates people."
"...What do you think?"
Upon hearing Aoba's words, Hiratsuka Shizuka's calm demeanor vanished, replaced by a fierce glare as she rubbed her hands together.
"Forehead..."
Qingye was stunned for a moment, then the purification skill made his head suddenly feel cold.
I suddenly remembered a sentence I said in high school.
"You're not serious, are you?"
"Nonsense! Who was it that said Yukino-sensei was so great?!"
"Uh..."
For a while.
Aoba couldn't help but smile bitterly.
However, it's been a long time since he's seen Yukino-sensei.
After graduation.
It's as if I've never seen her speak in the class group chat.
I wonder how Yukino-sensei is doing now? Is she married? Or is she still teaching?
"Hey!"
Looking at Aoba's slightly confused eyes, Hiratsuka Shizuka reached out and rubbed Aoba's face.
"You! You haven't been in touch with Yukino-sensei for all this time, have you?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, I've been running this shop since I graduated."
Aoba's face hurt a little from being pinched.
They also launched a direct counterattack.
"Let go!"
"You put it down first!!"
"I'll count to three, then we'll go together!!"
"no problem!!"
"One...three!"
The words fell.
Taking advantage of the moment when Hiratsuka Shizuka let go, Aoba reached out and mischievously pinched Shizuka's cute little breasts.
"what--!"
moment.
Hiratsuka Shizuka's pretty face turned bright red!
The sweet voice made Futaro and Saitama, who were engrossed in their rice, look up in confusion.
"what happened?"
Go cook your food!
"no problem!!"
Even after graduation.
But Hiratsuka Shizuka's domineering attitude towards the two remained unchanged.
She stood up, her neck flushed, and subtly rubbed it, glancing at Qingye who had already hidden behind the bar.
His eyes gleamed with a dangerous light.
Her red lips parted slightly, as if to say, "You just wait."
Back at the bar, Aoba was no longer afraid of Hiratsuka Shizuka's threats.
Perhaps it's because of the opening of the store.
He acquired more and more skills, along with old classmates he hadn't seen in a long time.
That finally allowed him to reveal a bit of his playful nature.
"Settling accounts!"
"Thank you for your patronage. The total is 50,000 yen!"
Hiratsuka Shizuka approached the bar and glared fiercely at Aoba.
However, when she heard what Aoba said, her hand holding the wallet trembled involuntarily.
His lips twitched slightly as he stared intently at Aoba: "You say..."
Click!
The wooden bar counter emitted a mournful cry as if it had been attacked!
"How many!?"
"Cough cough, be gentle."
Qingye coughed twice and pressed down on the other person's hand.
She was afraid that Hiratsuka Shizuka might accidentally break her fine old table.
"A total of 20,000 yen."
"No way!? You're treating your old classmate like a pig to be slaughtered!?"
"I'm not lying to you. The ingredients I made for you were top-notch, provided by Totsuki. The beef is specially supplied by our vendors and is even better than the A5 Wagyu beef on the market!"
Ok. . .
This is true.
Hiratsuka Shizuka comes from a well-off family, and she knows very well the taste of A5 Wagyu beef.
The meat-filled rice that Aoba just served.
The meat tasted better than any A5 she had ever eaten!
This guy. . .
That's really generous.
You can't buy that level of beef for 20,000 yen.