Order French fries at Shuchiin

Fujiwara Chika puffed out her chest with pride, looking as if she deserved it, happy about the president's achievement.

"…Speaking of which, are we drifting further and further from the topic?"

A discordant sound was inserted between the two people's joy. Fujiwara Moe looked helplessly at her sister who had gone off topic on her own initiative. Her eyes kept turning into needles as the conversation kept going off topic, and she mercilessly criticized her second sister.

"Indeed, ah, why did our topic become an introduction to Shuchiin?" Fujiwara Chika suddenly realized. She finally realized that the topic had gone off track, and it was she who started it.

Fujiwara Moeha followed up with a slap in the face: "I've long wanted to say that the topic has gone off track. How did you change from why Toyoshi-san wanted to drag Xingyuan-san to Shuchi-in to the current situation in Shuchi-in? Chika-san, you don't really like the tour guide job, do you?"

"Ah, isn't school going to start in a few days? Just give us a heads up." Fujiwara Chika laughed innocently and clapped her hands together again, making a crisp sound. "Then let's get back to the topic of why we want to go to Shuchiin."

"Actually, I'm listening with great interest. Never mind. Do you have any ideas about this matter?"

Xing Yuanhui has half given up on finding a breakthrough from these two pink-haired girls. As family members, they are either unaware or accomplices.

And the answer is obvious. It is obvious that they don’t know the inside story, especially the one with the big bow, whose eyes are so clear that they are scary.

Although the little girl with twin ponytails has a lot of clever ideas, judging from her attitude, she will probably lose more than she wins against Fujiwara Toyomi.

"To be honest, no. Sister Fengmi doesn't often live at home after she went to college. This time, it was because Sister Chika kept clamoring to play that she came over. We rarely see each other now." Fujiwara Moeha shook her head.

"Me neither, I thought you were my sister's classmate, but you are too young. Ah, my sister suddenly said something was wrong, could it be because she wanted to avoid you?" Fujiwara Chika seemed to have discovered something.

"It's not just about being young. Sister Chika, didn't you say before that he was with Sister Fengshi outside..." Before Fujiwara Moe could finish her words, her sister covered her mouth.

Those seem to be some offensive words, but considering that we are all classmates from the same school and there is the possibility of friendly forces, let's not pay attention to such details.

Xing Yuanhui coughed lightly and responded to what Fujiwara Chika said.

"You think she's hiding from me, but why? She was the one who lifted my vest, and now she's turning a blind eye?"

"Vest?" The two expressed their confusion about this.

"To put it simply, I created a personal account on the Internet, and she directly looked up my name and address and found my home."

Otherwise, she followed Xing Yuanhui to find the stars? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

I won’t tell them my online name. Let’s be single. Since the real identity has been exposed, my job now is to protect the pseudonym. At least one of the two must be protected.

"Ah, is Feng Shijie going to Hokkaido at the end of the year because of you? I thought she just wanted to go skiing. No wonder, Feng Shijie is obviously afraid of the cold."

"Sister Fengmi disappeared after Christmas. I thought she had an argument with her dad and went to Hokkaido to change her mood. But it turned out that she went to find you?" Fujiwara Moeha thought things were not that simple.

Vest... How about I check it out too? Sister Feng Shi can check it out but I can't? That doesn't make sense, Fujiwara Moeha thought.

So what exactly did Fujiwara Toyomi come to me for? Shuchiin provides one-stop services from kindergarten to university. What does this place have to do with me? Why is it trying to get me to study at Shuchiin? My orphanage doesn't have any aristocratic background? What is the personal reason Fujiwara Toyomi mentioned? Did he really cut off his own back?

Xing Yuanhui told the two sisters about his doubts. Unfortunately, they really didn't know anything. It was like a bright future after a dark tunnel.

Fujiwara Chika looked at Xing Yuanhui who looked numb and comforted him, "It's okay. We will go back today and find a way to clarify this matter for you. Then we can find another opportunity to talk about it at the opening ceremony."

"But having said that, dad can't do anything about Sister Fengmi. Sister Chika, are you sure you can ask?" Fujiwara Moe pointed out the pain point.

The scene fell into silence for a while until Fujiwara Chika took out her mysterious little prop.

"It's okay. Believe me, where there is a will there is a way. Show your detective skills and I will get to the bottom of this matter."

She pulled out a red striped hat from somewhere and put it on her head, covering the bow on her head.

Although it was nonsensical, at least she succeeded in diverting all attention to her.

"Sister Chika, when did you put on the hat?" Fujiwara Moeha looked confused.

"I always feel like I can stop expecting this." Xing Yuanhui had to face the fact that they were three sisters, and the elder sister was not an easy person to deal with, so the younger sister would not be either.

Chapter 9 Ramen Master Fujiwara

The three of them became teammates, and the two kind-hearted pink-haired girls were willing to help him find out Fujiwara Toyomi's intentions, and this was all thanks to Shuchiin.

Thank you, Shuchiin.

Xing Yuanhui faced the direction of Tokyo, closed his eyes, put his palms together, and nodded silently in worship.

The two kindhearted people did not object to his sudden closing of his eyes and his calm bowing to the empty place. Maybe he had religious beliefs? The education they received enabled them to be tolerant of other people's beliefs.

When Xingyuan Hui opened his eyes again, Fujiwara Chika asked curiously, "Xingyuan-san, do you have any religious beliefs?"

"Uh? No...right? I just had an inspiration and suddenly wanted to do this." It would be too weird to say that the object of pilgrimage is a school.

Xing Yuanhui glanced at his phone and realized that he didn't have enough time. If he took his time, he might not be able to catch up with the appointment with the dean. So he decided to decline and leave to have lunch: "I haven't had lunch yet. If possible, I would like to leave first. I have other plans later."

"Lunch?" Fujiwara Chika looked at her sister Moe, and when she saw that she didn't respond, she said simply, "If you don't mind, let's go eat ramen together. There's a ramen restaurant here that's very well-received by my friends."

"Eh? Isn't this a bad idea? He's a stranger after all."

Xing Yuanhui was surprised that Fujiwara Chika was so familiar with him. Are you guys so powerful?

He looked closely at the two girls' arms. Although they were hidden by their clothes, they didn't look like they were exercising.

"Well, since Sister Chika said so, come on if you don't mind. After all, no matter how you think about it, it's too weird for two girls to walk into a ramen restaurant. It would be better if there was a boy too." Fujiwara Moe waved her hand, her face calm, but she still found an excuse.

What is this, tsundere? But it seems the version has changed.

"If you don't mind, I don't mind." Although no one seemed to be listening to him.

Fujiwara Chika began to protest, "Moeha! We didn't ride to Saitama just for ramen, but because we needed to refuel after the long journey!"

She emphasized her tone at the end, which backfired and made it seem more like she was after ramen.

If you want to save face in front of your unfamiliar junior schoolmates, then forget it. I heard you being teased yesterday, and it's so tiring to keep smiling.

Xing Yuanhui curled the corners of his mouth and a professional fake smile appeared on his face.

"Sister Chika, I understand that this is an excuse to eat ramen, but eating ramen after exercising will really make you fat."

The good sister said that she could not ignore her sister who was trying to cover up her mistake, and ruthlessly exposed Fujiwara Chika's fig leaf.

"Really? You always say unhappy things. A sister like this is not someone who deserves to be called the Fujiwara family."

Fujiwara Chika put her hands on her hips and spoke with the airs of an elder.

The only boy at the scene didn't know what to say and could only continue smiling and watching the two sisters bickering.

Fujiwara Moe responded casually. She didn't want to get angry with her sister in such a strange place, so she suggested, "Isn't that ramen shop not far from here? Anyway, we have parked the car now, why don't we just walk over there?"

"Okay."

"Okay."

Xing Yuanhui and Fujiwara Chika answered at the same time. After he picked up his backpack, the three of them stood up and left the park, walking along the road towards the park exit.

On the way, Fujiwara Moe asked Xing Yuanhui curiously: "By the way, Xing Yuan-senpai, did you ride all the way here from home?"

After all, who would carry such a big bag when riding a bike for fun?

Xing Yuanhui simply admitted it directly: "Yes, it was quite hard in Aomori Prefecture because it was snowing there, but the weather got better the further south we went."

"Aomori? That's great. It would be great if I could find a year to do this kind of cycling when I'm in high school." I don't know what Fujiwara Moe was thinking, and there were stars in her eyes.

"That's very tiring. If you don't exercise regularly, you won't have the energy to ride a bike, let alone go around town and have fun."

If there was no system, he would have given up halfway and taken the train and would have been in Tokyo long ago.

"But Xingyuan-san doesn't look like he's in very good physical condition. And just looking at his face, you can't tell that he rode a bicycle all the way here." Fujiwara Chika stared at his arm.

"I'm the type who looks thin in the clothes I wear. I've even fished for tuna at the beach." Xing Yuanhui defended weakly.

Muscles can at least be expressed intuitively with strength, but skin cannot be explained. It is so domineering, and God knows how it can make the skin that grew up by the sea without any traces of wind and sun.

If my vest business is not successful, in order to go to school... I make up a seaside remedy for whitening, and use myself as an example, can I charge some traffic fees?

"Oh, tuna!" Fujiwara Chika's eyes also had stars in them.

Why are there stars in the eyes of both sisters? Compared to Sister Fengshi who is not easy to fool and runs away if you touch her, you seem to be much easier to get along with.

At this time, the ignorant boy did not understand the chaotic nature of the Fujiwara family.

In a relatively harmonious atmosphere, the three of them came to the ramen restaurant.

The noren curtain that occasionally flips outwards in front of the door reveals that the interior decoration is still relatively old-fashioned, with a Showa feel. After entering the door, there is an L-shaped bar that is common in ramen shops, with an opening at the end of the long side of the bar for people to enter and exit.

Although the store is equipped with air conditioning, the weather is not yet suitable for it. In order to alleviate the warmth radiated by the hot soup, the owner turned on the fan, and the flowing air constantly brushed the warm curtain at the door.

There were not many people in the store at this time. Apart from the boss who was busy at the bar, there were only a few customers enjoying ramen.

I feel like there is a rich flavor in the air, it's marinated and my mouth feels a little salty.

The Fujiwara sisters sat in the seats on the shorter side, Xing Yuanhui sat on the longer side where the long and short seats intersected, and next to him was Fujiwara Chika.

He looked at the menu hanging on the wall and thought: The decoration of this restaurant really suits the owner. You don’t even need a ticket to order, you can just shout out.

Before she finished looking at the menu, Fujiwara Chika asked, "Moe, Xingyuan-san, have you decided what kind of ramen you want to have?"

"Fujiwara-senpai, have you made up your mind so quickly? There are quite a lot of varieties of ramen here, even Hokkaido style." The introduction is different, and the ordering is super fast.

Fujiwara Moe, who was at the edge, interrupted, "Chika-sister loves to eat ramen. She has to eat it once in a while, otherwise she'll complain about not feeling well. If Xingyuan-san is unsure, you can order the same as Chika-sister, but I don't need to. I want to eat something different today."

“Then I’ll order the same thing as Senior Fujiwara.” He seems to be an old gourmet, but I don’t know how good he is.

"You have good taste. You are worthy of being the person the president pays attention to. Then, boss, two bowls of soy sauce and pork bone ramen. I want a lighter one, and the noodles must be the hardest." A gourmet is a gourmet. He has his own requirements even for details.

Xing Yuanhui thought back to his life and realized that he had never ordered like this before.

"Boss, I want miso ramen." Fujiwara Moe also reported the dishes she ordered.

The boss responded, took the money, and started busying around in the kitchen.

"Let me go buy some drinks. What would you like to drink?" the young man asked as he stood up.

"No, I'll just drink water." "Me too."

The boy didn't comment after hearing this and ordered a cup of green tea from the vending machine alone.

"Come to think of it, 'Fujiwara-senpai', this is the first time I've heard this address addressed to someone else."

Fujiwara Moe looked at Xing Yuanhui who had returned from the vending machine at the door of the store, and considerately found a new topic so that the newcomer would not be isolated from their discussion atmosphere.

Xing Yuanhui propped up his head with his hands and looked at Fujiwara Moe and replied: "Then I can't just call her by her name, right? Fujiwara-chan? This is the first day we meet."

After saying that, he casually opened the bottle of green tea he had just bought and took a sip to moisten his lips.

"Not really, it's just that my parents are really good at picking times. The three of us sisters rarely get together outside of the home. By the time I go to high school, Chika will be a college student." Fujiwara Moeha took a glass of free purified water in the store.

"Well, seriously, your parents were very foresighted. At least they did solve my name problem."

"But to be honest, I rarely hear people calling me 'Fujiwara-senpai'. After all, it's hard to get into floors and classrooms with different grades, and generally, friends from different grades don't call each other that way. It would be great if Xingyuan-san could come to the student union, so that I could hear 'Fujiwara-senpai' every day."

Club? I'll find out when the time comes.

"I'll consider it when the time comes, but it won't be easy for students to get in, right?"

"Well, it's okay, as long as you are serious about it. Moeha is also in the student council, but she's in the junior high school section."

Xing Yuanhui raised his eyebrows when he heard this and said, "Don't tell me that your sister Fengshi was also a member of the student union."

As if she had read Xing Yuanhui's thoughts, Fujiwara Moeha said, "I wanted to try it because I saw that you, Chika-sister, joined the student union. Don't make it sound like a succession system."

Ah, I was spotted.

But it doesn’t matter if I didn’t see it. The topic has to end now. The ramen is ready.

Fujiwara Chika has tied her ponytail, untied the chopsticks, and is ready to fight with a spoon in her left hand and chopsticks in her right hand. Fujiwara Moe has twin ponytails, and they are very short, so she doesn't need to tie them up.

When she saw the ramen being served in front of her, Fujiwara Chika could no longer control her happy tone, and her words were full of love for the food.

"Oh! What a nice smell."

Xing Yuanhui was also looking at the ramen in front of him. The soup was dark brown and fragrant. The ingredients such as wood ear, green onion, red ginger, and eggs spread on the noodles not only enriched the layers of ingredients, but also presented a rich color. It was impeccable both visually and tastefully.

He had to agree with Fujiwara Chika's idea. This smell was strong and powerful. It was strong and powerful!

The three of them said together, "I'm starting."

The boy picked up the chopsticks and carefully unpacked them. With a click, they were perfect. Both chopsticks were intact, and he felt a sense of accomplishment.

Xing Yuanhui rubbed a pair of chopsticks in each hand against each other. This was a custom he inherited from his previous life. This way he could scrape off any splinters on the chopsticks.

Then he picked up his chopsticks and tasted the noodles and the various ingredients. After making sure there was no taste he disliked, he mixed the ingredients and noodles together to ensure that he could enjoy the different taste and deliciousness of each ingredient in his mouth.

It’s no wonder that Chika Fujiwara traveled all the way from Tokyo to Saitama for this delicacy. Although it’s not far away, the restaurant recommended by a friend is indeed much more reliable.

I don't know how to describe the noodles, they don't feel quite cooked, and I even feel like the noodles are "crushed" in my mouth. Is this the hardest grade?