I'm really not an old sword

"Don't bother, I can do it myself."

"This is my job."

"...You're not chopping human flesh, are you?"

"How can it be?!"

"Oh."

Lin Qingsu looked at Joan of Arc meaningfully.

Joan of Arc looked at him for a while with a puff of anger, then turned her head away guiltily.

"Well, I..."

Lin Qingsu suddenly moved and was about to pass Leticia and enter the kitchen.

Joan of Arc immediately stood in front of Lin Qingsu.

Looking at the agile girl, Lin Qingsu touched his chin, his face thoughtful: "Are you really Leticia?"

Joan of Arc's pretty face turned pale.

"me..."

It's already too much. I can't lie to people anymore.

"Could it be that you also gained Jeanne's memories?"

Joan of Arc immediately covered her mouth and nodded continuously.

If you don't say anything, then it's not considered lying.

"I see. Doesn't that mean that even if Jeanne dies, you will..."

Lin Qingsu pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Are you interested in studying at the Clock Tower in the future? I'll cover all the expenses."

"Is it too much trouble for you?"

A feeling of longing welled up in the depths of Joan of Arc's soul.

That was Leticia's emotion.

However, the girl was too embarrassed to agree directly, and she didn't even have the courage to persuade herself in her mind to use her identity to agree.

There is also a bit of fear of being away from the familiar and peaceful life.

However, his yearning for the big city and for Lin Qingsu overwhelmed those thoughts.

"How could that be? If others knew your situation, they would definitely beg you to be their student. I would actually be the one who gained."

"But..."

Lin Qingsu waved her hand and said, "If you really feel embarrassed, then help me after graduation."

A feeling of surprise burst out in my heart, and the words of promise came to my lips.

Since I've already borrowed her identity, I might as well take on the role of Leticia.

Jeanne hesitated for a moment, then decided to follow her heart, the emotions that belonged to Leticia: "Thank you for your help."

"It's no trouble, no trouble." Lin Qingsu smiled and waved her hand, then walked around her and went into the kitchen.

Jeanne stretched out her hand to stop him, but when she remembered that she was Leticia who 'didn't learn martial arts', her movements slowed down.

But she was just a little slower, and she could only watch Lin Qingsu walk around him.

Looking at Lin Qingsu standing motionless at the kitchen counter for a long time, Joan of Arc was so embarrassed that she wanted to cover her face and find a place to hide.

Don’t be afraid, I am Leticia now.

Joan of Arc kept hypnotizing herself.

"Are you learning to cook?"

"Ah! Yes, yes!"

Lin Qingsu looked at the messy cut vegetables on the table with a strange look.

Although when they came back for dinner in the evening, Toosaka Rin and Luvia talked to him about teaching Jeanne to read and cook.

The specific results are.

I taught her how to use all the daily kitchen utensils and taught her how to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Since then, I have been teaching her to read according to the recipe, but she still has a long way to go before she can understand the recipe by herself.

Not talking about cooking skills, just this knife skills...

Well, it seems that Joan of Arc never uses swords in a fight, she just hits people with flags, so her knife skills generally don’t seem to be a problem.

"Cooking is something you just need to take your time."

Joan of Arc lowered her head.

Take it easy?

But she didn't know when she would leave, maybe in a month, maybe tomorrow.

She just wanted Lin Qingsu to eat the food she cooked.

Jeanne suddenly felt a little envious of Leticia.

Even in the future, I can still stay by Lin Qingsu's side.

But her identity is destined to be just a passer-by in their lives. No one knows when things will end, and she will return to Valhalla at that time. It is likely that they will never see each other again.

Lin Qingsu's heart moved, and she asked, "Do you want to do it for me?"

Joan of Arc raised her head and glanced at Lin Qingsu, pursed her lips, and nodded.

Anyway, she is now 'Leticia', there is nothing to be ashamed of.

Lin Qingsu's expression suddenly became extremely strange.

It's understandable that Leticia fell in love with him.

After all, although Leticia is a top beauty in both appearance and figure, she is actually...

To put it bluntly, she is just a country girl who has never seen the world.

This kind of young girl who is not very worldly-wise.

Even if you meet a spirited young man who has searched all his possessions but can't afford a meal, there is a high chance that you will be cheated if you try to sweet-talk him.

It's perfectly normal to like him.

But Joan of Arc was different. She was no longer at the age where she could be deceived by sweet words.

Although Lin Qingsu is very confident, she still has some knowledge of herself.

Not to mention that there are so many women in the room now, even if Joan of Arc is a positive person who is self-disciplined and upright, she would at most have some friendship with him.

It's impossible to like it.

Could it be that after descending upon Leticia, Joan of Arc's spirit was also affected by her?

That really is...

Ok.

As for the doubts about why Joan of Arc likes me?

Talk about it later.

"How about I teach you?"

Lin Qingsu touched Joan of Arc's head.

Joan of Arc trembled and tried to hide away in shame.

No, I am Leticia, not Joan of Arc!

"May I?"

Joan of Arc raised her head, her eyes evading, doing something she would never do under normal circumstances.

"of course can."

......

“Beginners need to be patient when cutting vegetables.”

"Keep calm and steady, and cut slowly. We have an old saying in China: 'Slow work makes fine work.' Knife skills are very important when cooking Eastern cuisine."

In the darkness, Joan of Arc stood in front of the kitchen counter, knife in hand.

Feeling the warm and solid chest against my back.

The intermittent, tangible hot breath and the rich voice so close to my ears.

Joan of Arc couldn't help but feel weak.

Her beautiful emerald eyes were filled with embarrassment. She lowered her eyes and fixed them on the big hand that was holding her right wrist.

His left hand was not idle either, grabbing the entire back of her hand, and clasping her palm with his fingers.

"Is it necessary to hold it like this just to cut vegetables?"

Joan of Arc had no idea how many times this doubt had arisen in her mind.

She felt that Lin Qingsu was bullying her because she didn't understand.

However, every time she was about to open her mouth to ask, she couldn't make any sound, for fear of showing her ignorance.

Most importantly, she... Leticia doesn't hate this.

It's Leticia's body anyway. Since she likes it, let her do as she pleases.

"are you sleepy?"

The hot breath hit the sensitive earlobe, as if triggering a tiny electric current that quickly flowed through the whole body.

Jeanne shuddered, her legs couldn't help but close together, but she had no strength left, her cherry lips parted slightly: "No, don't do this..."

"You have to hold the knife handle firmly when you're cutting."

For some reason, Joan of Arc felt a little complaining in her heart.

But he still cheered up and obediently gripped the hilt of the knife tightly.

But my mind was no longer on cutting vegetables.

I don’t know why, but I just feel my body feels strange, soft and weak. I really want to fall asleep in his arms.

Emotions deep in the soul are like high-strength aphrodisiacs.

The man's scorching temperature is the match that ignites the aphrodisiac, causing the inexperienced girl to fall into the abyss of desire without realizing it.

The kitchen was quiet in the darkness.

There was only the sound of cutting vegetables.

There was also the girl's panting, which had become hot at some point.

"Let me teach you how to cut vegetables with one hand."

After a few seconds of silence, the girl responded with assent, like a puppet being manipulated at will.

So, Lin Qingsu grabbed the left hand that was originally holding down the dish, and placed it on Joan of Arc's waist, clasping her hand on her elastic waist.

It wasn't until the sound of the cutting board that Lin Qingsu came back to her senses.

He couldn't help but look down. Joan of Arc's eyes were full of confusion, her cherry lips were slightly open, and a slightly white hot mist was constantly exhaled, taking away the girl's hot temperature. As for the little accident on the kitchen counter, the girl who wanted to learn how to cook had completely ignored it.

Lin Qingsu's mind moved.

Now even if I put her on the kitchen counter and do something excessive, she won't refuse, right?

Dark thoughts are like bamboo shoots that sprout up after rain. Once they emerge, their growth cannot be stopped.

Jeanne uttered a moan.

"Mr. Lin," she murmured, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion. "It's hard. What is that?"

As if to confirm that something had indeed hit her, she even twisted her butt.

"hiss..."

Looking at Joan of Arc's confused eyes, Lin Qingsu felt that the fire in her heart was about to be suppressed out of control.