Chapter 498: Hyodo Michiru's Figure Is Not Suitable for Playing Baseball

The movement of the world will not be deflected by someone's will. This is something Yukinoshita Yukino realized at a very young age.

Therefore, she could only selectively ignore someone who was shamelessly playing a feeding game, and tried her best to seal Sakura and Glass to prevent them from opening their mouths in front of Hojo Kyosuke. If her long-awaited lunch time really turned out like that, she would definitely go crazy.

And the so-called "seal" means sacrificing one's life to feed the devil.

"Ah~~"

As long as she opens her mouth obediently, Sakura and Glass will have no time to find Hojo Kyosuke.

All this is for the sake of fairness and justice in the world, and it is definitely not that she really believed Yamauchi Sakura's lies.

Really, who in the world would go to the rooftop to feed their friends lunch during lunch time?

Thinking like this, Yukinoshita swallowed a bite of chicken steak with difficulty.

"Don't shove a whole piece of chicken steak into my mouth. It was designed to be eaten in two bites."

The girl wiped the oil stains on her lips with a white handkerchief and guided the feeder, who was not at all skilled at all. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but wonder, how many times has Hojo Kyousuke done this kind of thing, and why is he so skilled? Teacher Yukino's expression looks like she is enjoying it!

"Huh? Is that so? But I think you have to take a big bite to enjoy it."

Sakura was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and looked at the lunch box. It looked like it was the size of a bite.

"But why does even a chicken steak have to be specially designed?"

"Although the chicken chop is already cold, as long as the humidity in the lunch box is well controlled, the bread crumbs on the surface of the chicken chop will still remain crispy at noon. If you swallow it whole, you won't be able to fully experience the bread crumbs crumbling under your teeth. The crackling taste can only be achieved by properly biting it in half. The moment the teeth come into contact with the chicken steak, the bread crumbs with the aroma of fat, the juicy chicken wrapped under the crispy coating... the cooking is not Such a simple thing!”

Under the astonished eyes of Glass, Yukinoshita talked eloquently.

To be honest, there is not only a professional chef with a license to open a restaurant, but also an even more powerful resident chef. However, both of them can only focus on making delicious dishes and rarely explain the details of the food design in such detail. significance.

"Only Yukinoshita-san would notice such details," Glass said sincerely.

"This kind of thing is just common sense, and...Besides, Hojo is better at cooking than me. He specially considered my food when he ate at Ruyi Lao last time..."

Yukinoshita's voice gradually became quieter. She didn't know whether it was because she thought of the thoughtfulness in the food Hojo Kyosuke made last time, or because she realized that the two girls around her were eating the same level of food as Hojo Kyosuke every day.

"Ah~~"

"What are you doing?"

The girl frowned and looked at Sakura, who was leaning forward with her upper body in front of her, her big eyes shining brightly and her mouth wide open.

"There's no way I'm going to feed you!"

Yukinoshita's cold voice was so firm, so holy and inviolable.

"Ah~ Sure enough, the taste of that bite is really great!" Sakura said happily.

"Let me tell you first, I just want you to understand that the chicken steak I make must be eaten in two bites."

Yukinoshita's cold voice was a little awkward:

"Okay, hurry up and eat the remaining half." She urged.

"Huh? You can't overeat, Yukino-chan. Even Kyousuke, who is in the third grade of elementary school, knows this."

"...Of course I know too!! Then why did you stuff a whole piece of chicken steak into my mouth before!"

"By the way, I remembered. The reason why I swallowed it in one bite was because Kyousuke always cut the chicken steak into bite-size pieces. He said that the freshly fried chicken steak coating was too crispy and hot, and would burn the chicken steak in one bite. The gums were broken.”

"...so annoying..."

"Huh? What did you say, Yukino? My voice was too soft and I didn't hear it clearly."

The black-haired girl didn't say anything, she just picked up the lunch box and put it on her knees, turning her body slightly.

"Eat quickly, lunch break is almost over."

"But……"

"Ah~~open your mouth and glass."

…

During the commotion, the lunch box was finally finished. In the end, Yukinoshita did not flee the scene, but took out a thermos and poured a cup of tea for everyone.

Holding a warm teacup and sitting on the bench, Hojo Kyosuke's shoulders relaxed unconsciously.

The wind was beautiful and the sun was shining brightly, it was a really quiet day.

The corners of his eyes swept to the left and right, and as expected, he faced Xueye.

I don’t know if she also remembered the time she spent with Itomori. After eating, the two of them sat lazily in the corridor like this. Hojo Kyosuke leaned on the wooden door, and Yukino leaned on Hojo Kyosuke. Of course, Hojo Kyousuke was still using Mitsuha's body at that time, but fortunately Yukino was as light as a feather.

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they had sensed each other's thoughts.

Glass on the left holds a white porcelain teacup between his thighs in his two small hands. His eyes are looking forward, his eyes are infinitely soft, as if he is looking at tall buildings in the distance, and as if he is looking at beautiful things that are far away. His whole person exudes A more comfortable atmosphere than the warm spring breeze.

Next to the glass...

Well, although I occasionally wanted to persuade Sakura to let Yukinoshita go, the latter refused, but he was obviously enjoying it.

Hey, what a weird kid.

Kyosuke Hojo raised his teacup and took a sip of tea. Hmm, Yukinoshita's taste is still as trustworthy as ever.

"Yukinoshita."

The sudden voice interrupted Yukinoshita's struggle for a short time, and she turned her head to look at the person who was speaking.

A wisp of wind happened to blow from that side, brushing her face and disturbing her hair.

The face of that person became a little blurry between the hair. She raised her hand to put her hair behind her ears, and then she heard the clear and bright voice continue to sound.

"The baseball glove is very useful, thank you."

The hand that fiddled with her hair stopped, and she looked at Kyosuke Hojo through the wisp of wind.

"As long as you like it."

The girl's voice was very light, probably because the chicken steak she made was too delicious, and the crispy bread crumbs slightly damaged her throat, so she had to speak in a low voice.

Kyosuke Hojo nodded gently, turned his head, and looked at the unknown distance that Glass was looking at.

One of the afternoon classes was a home economics class. With Sakura's persuasion, the teacher agreed to the requirement to make chicken cutlets in this class.

Then the students listened to Yamauchi's "chicken cutlet theory" for a full ten minutes, including but not limited to "the protective effect of chicken cutlets that can be swallowed in one bite on the gums" and "chicken cutlets eaten in two bites are a kind of gratitude for bread crumbs."

Yuigahama Yui and the home economics teacher took notes furiously. The former successfully fried a piece of chicken cutlet as black as coal. Except for the kind and fearless Yamauchi, no one dared to try, including the cook Yuigahama Chef. The latter talked freely in the next international class, the first-year J class, and received the admiring eyes of a group of returned children, as well as the helpless smile of a black-haired girl.

After school

On the fourth floor of the special building, there is a service department with a shining door number that not only glows but also makes sounds.

Knock, knock——

"Come in."

Yukinoshita said loudly. When she heard the knock on the door, she felt that the aroma of the black tea in the cup was much stronger.

The girl sitting by the window, with long black straight hair blown by the wind, a white porcelain teacup, and slender fingers holding the cup and saucer, the word elegance seemed to appear in the world for her.

"Good afternoon, Yukino~"

The bright smile that appeared at the door made Yukinoshita wonder if Yamauchi Sakura was really unhappy?

"Good afternoon, Naoko too..."

"It's time for lunch~~"

Yukinoshita's words were interrupted gorgeously, a black line symbolizing silence appeared on her forehead, and a black flame symbolizing rage ignited behind her.

"I don't like lunch that much!"

After a long time, after Sakura repeatedly assured that she had really finished her lunch, Yukinoshita put away her rage.

Quiet, quiet, quiet, except for the sound of Yukinoshita turning the pages, the only sound was the bright yellow sunlight falling.

Yukinoshita's long, beautiful eyebrows frowned and relaxed, frowned and relaxed, and the pages of the book turned over and over again, clearly not reading.

"Ahem..."

"What's wrong, Yukino."

Almost at the moment of the cough, Sakura, who seemed to have disappeared just now, spoke with full energy.

"It's not a big deal, just concerned about the situation of the members."

"I'm fine, another day of safe survival! How about you, Nitsu-chan?"

"I'm fine too, um, I also survived safely."

"It's all thanks to walking on the zebra crossing in a disciplined manner. The traffic light is really a great invention." Sakura added.

"Yes." Nitsuko agreed seriously, but with a smile on her face. She obviously knew what Yukinoshita wanted to ask, and she also knew that Sakura was playing a prank.

Yukinoshita frowned, and felt a sudden tightness in her chest.

"Where's Hojo? Did he go to the baseball club?"

Like a little kid, he couldn't wait to try out the new gift. He wanted to touch the baseball glove again when he woke up in the middle of the night. But there should be some limits to his love. He went to the baseball club for training in the morning, and he should come to tell me, the person who gave him the gift, about his experience in the afternoon.

"Kyosuke, he went on a date."

The voice was so crisp that Yukinoshita thought it was hallucination.

"Date?"

"Yes, date!"

Yukinoshita stopped asking and started to ask why the home economics teacher knew her unique fried chicken secret.

Although! Although she wanted to complain about why Yamauchi Sakura was so casual when talking about Hojo Kyosuke going on a date with other girls.

But looking at the peaceful eyes of Nataro, she suddenly felt that this was actually a very common thing.

"Common sense", it is common sense for Hojo Kyosuke to date other girls?

No! How could there be such common sense in the world!

Outside the joyful service club, Hojo Kyosuke had already taken the train to the family restaurant designated by Hui. His schoolbag contained the lesson plans and test papers he had sorted out at noon. He was serious about after-school tutoring!

The people in the Kendo Club didn't find it strange that they couldn't see the headmaster. They didn't think that the elder brother who had trained in the morning would continue to train at night. In addition to insisting on exercising every day, the elder brother's self-discipline was also reflected in never training for a second more.

However, the people in the Baseball Club were very confused. Where was their headmaster who was at the baseball field rain or shine 365 days a year?

"Yuya, where is the headmaster?" asked Nekoda Juju.

"Tsuchiya said he was going to do something big." Deputy Headmaster Yuya Takashi said.

"Big thing?"

"Well, if it is done, it will greatly enhance the motivation of Ticket Master!"

"Siguoyi!!"

"Although I don't know what to do, I must succeed, Minister!"

At the same time, standing in the train car, Ryota Tsuchiya felt endless pride in his heart, and the cheers of his companions seemed to ring in his ears.

He didn't have the acumen of the kendo club. The reason why he didn't go to Hojo-kun for training was because he had more important things to do.

He had talked to his mother as early as noon, and asked his mother to contact his uncle and aunt to confirm that he could meet their family today. Just as he thought, his mother was very touched that he actually cared so much about his cousin's family, and his uncle and aunt were also very welcome to hear that he was going to visit their home.

After all, although his performance in baseball games was very bleak, Ryota Tsuchiya also studied at the Sobu High School with a high admission rate, and he was also the director of a sports club. Such a child can be compared with the "legendary cousin of the Kato family". At family gatherings, he was also praised by others.

On the other hand, there is Hyodo Michiru, the girl who condensed the essence of the Hyodo family and the Tsuchiya family for five hundred years.

She has unparalleled beauty and a fit body, and at the same time has amazing talents in all aspects.

Ballet, drama, basketball...

This absolutely beautiful girl from the Hyodo family has been addicted to various club activities. Although they are all three-minute enthusiasm, they can get quite high evaluations from their peers and instructors.

In fact, Tsuchiya Ryota also thinks that his cousin is much more talented than him in baseball. When he was a child playing baseball, he never caught the ball thrown by Michiru, and the ball he threw was always hit by the opponent. Then when she ran to pick up the ball and bowed to apologize to the people whose glass was broken, Michiru would laugh. She was not interested in baseball, but she thought it was fun to see her cousin in a mess.

At that time, Tsuchiya thought that if Hyodo Michiru played baseball when she grew up, she would definitely achieve good results, but as her cousin grew up day by day, his idea also changed.

It's not that my cousin's talent has disappeared under the influence of time, but that Michiru Hyodo's physical talent is too outstanding. That figure that makes women envy men drool is too sexy and not conducive to playing baseball at all. The first ball she hits when swinging the bat is definitely not a baseball...

Sin, sin, I shouldn't mutter about my cousin in my head...

Tsuchiya Ryota chanted Namo Amitabha in his heart, but he was also glad that Michiru grew up to be so beautiful.

Thank you for your monthly tickets, recommendation tickets and reward support, thank you