The social phobia substitute will not dream of the band girl

"Yeah, I want to listen."

"Ah~? Hina (I) want to know that too."

"I-I also want to know more about Nobu-chan!"

"...leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist."

Ordinary letters are vaguely surrounded on all sides. Although there is a door in heaven, forget it——

"Well...actually, I was a little busy in junior high school, so I basically spent my time studying at home. I only went to school for exams."

Although he was able to strategize, calculate people's hearts, and compete with the heavens during the years he was bedridden in junior high school, it was the time when his abilities developed the fastest in both lives.

In his career, he promoted various business plans, calculated and calculated, and successfully turned into an old silver coin (youth version)

Musically, he treated every song as his last dance, infusing it with extremely strong emotions. After all, if he were to die, these would be the best proof that he had ever appeared in this world...and would also be the last gift and parting gift he could leave to his parents when they returned and he left.

Although he couldn't do physical exercise, he still made use of the imagination training method. Judging from his performance at that time and the results afterwards, he gained a lot.

Just talking about things worth remembering...

Apart from the work content and the occasional tender moments, there is basically nothing else. Do I have to tell you about the time when they rubbed my back in the bathroom when I was a child, and the naked shadow maids took turns to help me bathe and change clothes?

"Hey, why?" Asakura Toru asked without understanding.

"...Don't you have anything worth talking about in junior high school?"

Even Enka couldn't help but speak, not knowing whether she wanted to expose his scars or was simply curious, or had some other motive.

"The more meaningful things... probably writing books, writing songs, and - fighting."

Excluding some unspeakable content and commercial secrets, the most impressive thing about his three years in junior high school was that he tried his best to leave behind as many songs as possible.

Then there's the long-delayed, almost two-year-long memoir book. Besides that, all I can say is about a fight that got me into trouble, and how I even provoked Uncle Kirigiri.

"Hey, Hirashin-senpai, did you ever fight with others before?"

Ichikawa Hina was very curious. After all, Hirashin was always very good-tempered when dealing with them. Even if he got angry occasionally, it was mostly out of intimidation, and she could see it at a glance.

"It was only once in junior high school."

"[In junior high school]...What about high school?"

Enka has always been good at grasping the key points.

"Let me ask you... do you remember how many slices of bread you ate?"

"Eh? Um...butter bun?"

After hearing Toru's answer, Enka's eyes pierced her like a sharp knife—

But this is not the car I'm driving, why are you poking me?

But the butter bread...

Huhu, speaking of dirty things, I...

"Ahem... When I was in junior high school, on the day of an exam, I saw someone being coerced into cheating. Even though I reported it to the teacher, they didn't care. They threatened me too, and then—I beat them all up, and in the end, even the principal intervened."

Well, it sounds that simple, but it’s not that simple.

For example, although Ping Xin just learned about this, it's actually not the first time. The other party's group is a habitual bully, and the teacher is used to turning a blind eye.

If Pingxin's report was true, the teachers who did not take action would also be held accountable, so he frantically tried to dissuade Pingxin, and as a result, this bunch of scum were beaten together.

Just like I said before...

Despite his poor physical condition, he still insisted on exercising his imagination. This record and the title of "Shaved Nobunaga" are the best proof that Hirayuma has not wasted his time.

"You really are... You've always been lustful and competitive since you were little. It wouldn't be surprising if one day you were stabbed in the back by Zisha—"

Higuchi Enka is still producing, still producing!

“Thank you, I feel like I’ve been bullied…”

Ping Xin's face was dark. This time he was really touched.

After all, people who lack love and education since childhood will have their minds full of sex and violence. Whether in his previous life or this life, this boomerang will hit him on the back of the head.

"Hey, wait..."

Ping Xin suddenly had an idea.

After that, the bullying students and the inaction teachers were all expelled, disciplined, and even held legally responsible. After that, Wu Qier Ren promoted educational reform and kicked out a group of old teachers who were invited in that year and were only old enough to teach, and then recruited new people.

The overall atmosphere improved greatly after that. Perhaps because of this, although some people thought Hua Lin was weird after she transferred here in the third year of junior high school, no one dared to bully her.

Although it may also be due to Asuna's invincible aura of luck, it feels really good to think back and realize that the good things I did were really rewarded -

"...Let's go back home and have fun all night!"

"Eh? No, Shin-chan, I have classes tomorrow!"

......

...

..

"We are back~"

Toru Asakura opened the door of his house. It was a miracle that he didn't forget his keys at school today.

"Excuse me... I feel a little embarrassed all of a sudden—"

Ping Xin stopped at the entrance and wondered, "What kind of identity am I in here?"

Toru's former childhood friend? Current friend? The idol's producer?

"Hey, what's going on now?"

That's true. We were able to hang out together so easily before, so what's wrong with going to their home now?

“Inhale—…exhale~~~~”

I feel a little nervous now...

Well, actually I’m super nervous, but why…?

"Ah...white teeth."

Toru, who was standing on the stairs, suddenly spoke.

"I forgot something at school."

"...Hey, I just remembered when I got home, Toru, you really are——ah..."

While he was complaining, Toru grabbed Pingxin's hand.

"Can you stay with me tonight? ...Back to school."

"...Hehe~ Anyway, let me finish cooking first. I made a big promise to Auntie on the phone—"

Ping Xin took this step.

"Now then, let me show you the culinary skills of the top chef, one of the Ten Masters of Totsuki... Now, does anyone want to order?"

The four of them looked at each other—

"Okay~!"

“Here.”

“I, I!”

"...as you like."

Seriously, isn't this totally inconsistent?

Chapter 70 Going to School and Returning Home (Part 2)

"...Hina-chan, could you get me some barley tea?"

"Hmm~? ...Here~"

The Asakura family's dining table is not small, but not that big either——

Fortunately, Pingxin and his group had some room to maneuver because Toru had to go back to school to get something, and Dongguo finished school early in the afternoon and Toru's father had to work overtime.

"Ah, next one, I want one too... Tsk, you're in the way."

Although Enka spoke harshly to him, Pingxin continued to serve her as usual and even filled her cup.

After all, there is no need to ask. If you want to fill her up later, there are still many opportunities. Is it her mouth and teeth?

"Want some, Tou?"

"Um--"

Pingxin also poured her some, but it wasn't as full.

"Then I want Hina too~"

You can also pour tea perfectly by pinching the bottle with two fingers and slightly adjusting the angle with your little finger stuck at the bottom of the bottle.

It was just a tiny bit away from tipping over, just a slight loss of balance, but the more she danced on the edge of a knife, the happier Hina watched.

"Ah, it's gone... Even though it's a 2L bottle, we drank it all up pretty quickly after we shared it."

"...white teeth——"

"Hehe... Luckily I was prepared. After all, when it comes to summer in the East Country, barley tea is the first choice, right?"

Ping Xin picked up two bottles of barley tea from his feet. After all, it was really hard to eat spicy food without some drinks.

But no one responded—

Of course... after all, everyone is busy eating. This is the culinary power of a top-class chef (who didn't take any exams) and one of the Ten Greatest Chefs of Totsuki (self-proclaimed)!

"It's a little spicy... Today's mapo tofu..."

Koito took another sip of barley tea. Among the four of them, she had the weakest tolerance for spicy food. After all, she was a small animal.

"Hmm~? I think it's delicious~"

Hinana ate her rice voraciously. After all, Mapo Tofu is a classic Yan national dish that goes well with rice. She was the tallest and best-built of the four, so it was only natural that she ate the most.

Seeing that she was eating so happily, Ping Xin reached out and took out a tissue to wipe her food.

"Ah, spicy...very delicious, even better than the ones at the previous (food festival)."

Seeing that Tou finished her barley tea, Pingxin filled her cup with more, showing his concern without any communication.

"...After bragging for so long, if it's not at this level, someone should be committing seppuku right now."

People who are stubborn and talkative with their mouths full of food cannot soften their temper even when eating.

"...It's really good, but it gets spicier the more you eat it."

Enka wiped her mouth and took a sip of tea, not giving Pingxin a chance to make a move.

"Hehe... This is authentic Mapo Tofu. Fresh, fragrant, numbing, and spicy—all essential elements. A chef's homemade dish can't compare to the hastily produced food at a food festival."

"...his tail is almost up in the sky——"

Well...but it's really delicious.

In addition to the common mapo tofu, fried chicken, and stir-fried dishes, there are many other delicious foods that they can’t even name, and each one is so delicious that people can’t stop eating.

“Wow! So sweet—…!”

"?"

The TV program that had been playing in the background attracted the attention of several people. After all, there were all kinds of delicious food on the table, but there was nothing sweet that girls loved the most to give them a change of taste.

"—The egg liquid, lavishly blended with butter and fresh cream, is smooth and smooth..."

"...Wrap the half-cooked part inside and grill it, then gently place it on the chicken and rice—"

"......"

Home-grown flowers are not as fragrant as wild ones, and the food in your mouth is not as delicious as the food in other people’s bowls.

It’s bad enough that you’re eating from your bowl and looking at what’s in the pot, but you actually put down your chopsticks in front of the chef himself?

Special chef (×), Totsuki Ten (×)...