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Chapter 22 Hot Girl Akizuki Iroha
Arriving at the school, Qingze started training in the kendo club.

He didn't slack off on his physical exercise at home last week, but he always slacked off when he was alone at home without an opponent.

He severely tortured the head of the department, Kenta Ishigami, and explained that Tetsuji Hojo had gone to sea to find the One Piece and would most likely not return to the Kendo Club.

Regarding this result, Kenta Ishigami did not feel regretful, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.

When a well-known delinquent in the school joins the kendo club, even his seniors are afraid of being beaten up.

There is no better kind of member.

……

Qingze practiced until 10 minutes before class before heading to the teaching building.

There was no one in the shoe cabinet area.

He changed into indoor shoes and hurried towards Class C of the second year.

In the classroom, next to the window, the blond girl was sitting there, her head slightly lowered, her eyes staring at the textbook on the table, reviewing.

Qingze seemed like a devil who suddenly broke into a fairy tale. He stopped at the door for a moment, unable to bear to destroy this dreamlike beauty.

After a pause, he strode forward, pulled out a chair and sat down. He raised his hand and patted Phoenix Courtyard Meiji on the shoulder and said, "Phoenix Courtyard."

Phoenix Academy Mei Ji looked away from the book and said: "It seems that your illness is cured."

"definitely no problem!"

Qingze flexed his muscles.

Phoenix Academy Princess glanced at the empty desk next to her and said, "Hojo is actually ill."

"More than that, that guy has left Japan and gone to the sea, saying that he has no dreams of land."

Phoenix Academy Meiji's eyes flashed with surprise, and then she shook her head and said: "She really has the style of Hojo."

After that, she stared at Qingze and said expressionlessly: "When get out of class is over, remember to buy a drink for me. Don't think you don't need to apologize because you are sick."

"No problem, what would you like to drink?"

"Have a bottle of orange juice."

Phoenix Academy Meiji never drinks coke.

"Two bottles are fine." Qingze agreed. Compared with what he had done, two bottles of orange juice could make up for the price of touching the eldest lady's conscience.

He just wants a monthly subscription.

Phoenix Academy Meiji didn't want to continue recalling such embarrassing things, so she changed the subject and said, "How are your homework?"

"Thanks to your notes, I feel as if I didn't miss class."

"That's good."

She was secretly happy, but still trying not to show too much joy on her face, Feng Qingyun said calmly: "If you have any questions you don't understand, you can ask me at any time."

"We are the front and back desk, and it's normal to help each other."

Phoenix Academy Mei Ji seemed to be afraid that he would misunderstand, so she added a special sentence.

"it is good."

Qingze replied with a smile.

Jingle bells, the bells for class echoed in the silent campus and classrooms.

The two stopped talking and sat down one after another to welcome the teacher's arrival.

……

Time flies like an arrow.

The last class in the morning is the bi-weekly home economics class.

Qingze came to the cooking classroom.

In his eyes, such courses are almost a waste of time.

If your dream is to graduate and become a chef, the school’s home economics teacher does not have the ability to teach you.

As for ordinary home-cooked meals, today’s young people either can’t learn how to cook, or they don’t have the time to cook them themselves.

After a busy day, do you still have to cook and cook by yourself when you get home?

People with that kind of skill can cook their own meals even if they don't take home economics classes.

If you have to say something rewarding, it would probably be the joy of finishing a dish with others?
Because home economics classes are usually held in pairs.

The teacher randomly assigns group members.Since the number of male and female students in Class C of the second year is extremely balanced, it is natural for Qingze to have a female partner.

"Please give me some advice, my name is Akizuki Iroha~"

The girl introduced herself with a smile. She dyed her blond hair with colorful hair tips.

Her skin is the color of seaside wheat that is full of hot girl style. She has done manicure on her fingers, and her nails are as shiny as diamonds inlaid on her fingers.

There is a colorful five-pointed star sticker under her right eye, her school uniform jacket is tied around her waist, and her white shirt shows off her curves that are very attractive to men.

The skirt is deliberately raised, similar to the height of the short skirts of female high school students in anime.

"My name is Qingze, please give me your advice."

He replied, his clairvoyance ability activated, and the clothes on Akizuki Caiyu's body seemed to turn into invisible air.

What surprised Qingze was that this hot girl who looked very frivolous was not dark at all on the inside.

The pink color is very pleasing.

In order to verify his conjecture, he slightly strengthened his perspective ability, lowered his head, and the short skirt disappeared directly, as did his wheat-colored skin.

Qingze saw the inside of the body. The symbol of the girl's purity was still not lost. In addition, she had definitely gone to the toilet before class.

Perspective ability withdrawn.

"Students, today I will teach you how to make very simple omelette rice. Please follow my steps and follow them."

The home economics teacher said something on the stage and began to demonstrate how to make omelette rice to the students in the audience.

In Japan, omurice is a very common home-cooked dish.

If you want to do it well, it is not an easy task. At least for high school students, it is a challenging job.

For Qingze, it was relatively easy.

At least he can crack and stir eggs.

Unlike Akizuki Iroha, who seemed to be afraid of hurting the egg, she knocked it gently.

"Qingze-san is so awesome. Like my ex-boyfriend, he is a good family boy who is good at cooking."

Akizuki Iroha has no experience in dating.

But she likes to brag.

Qingze couldn't be happy about such a simple thing. He quickly mixed the two eggs with chopsticks and commanded: "Qiuyue, please pour the oil into the pan and spread it evenly."

"OK~"

Akizuki Iroha made a gesture, poured in the oil, held a kitchen towel between chopsticks, and began to spread the oil evenly.

Qingze poured the beaten eggs directly into the pot, simmered, and immediately turned off the heat. He picked up the pan and poured the half-cooked eggs into the bowl with a plastic spatula.

"well-done."

The home economics teacher praised him. Compared with the performance of other students, Qingze's performance always made him want to be praised, and he had the potential to become a chef in the future.

Akizuki Iroha smiled.

When she took home economics classes in the past, she often didn't receive praise. Being praised this time made her feel a little happy.

Although she evenly spread the oil on the pan and the teacher did not praise her by name, it did not prevent her from gaining Qingze's sense of accomplishment.

"Qingze-san, what should I do next?"

She is full of energy.

Qingze was a little speechless. He did not remember the steps that Teacher Ganqing just did. He ordered: "Heat the pot red, then pour oil and spread the walls of the pot evenly."

"it is good!"

Akizuki Iroha responded loudly and continued to turn on the fire, letting the fire burn the pot.

"Phoenix Academy, you did a good job too."

Hearing the teacher's compliment, Akizuki Iroha turned her head to look at the super shiny girl, then turned back and whispered: "Hey, Aozawa-san, do you have a good relationship with the Phoenix Institute?"

Gossip, these two words are clearly engraved on the hot girl’s forehead.

Qingze said expressionlessly: "Don't spread rumors to me."

"Oh, I understand."

Qiuyue Caiyu's eyes were shining, and she smiled with two cute little tiger teeth, as if to say, everything was unspoken.

(End of this chapter)