After class, Gu Chuan Xiao Fu sat in the corner between Gian and Xiong Zi, tormented all morning, having witnessed a completely different Gian.
Not only did he humble himself and curry favor, but he would also help Xiong Zi when she didn't bring her textbook, although it was by lending his own book, being generous at someone else's expense, but it was still quite remarkable.
"Hiroshi, can I be in your group for cooking class later? Gian is too strange, I don't really want to be with them."
"Sorry, Xiao Fu, our group is already full. Gian… he might have peculiar tastes, but it won't affect you in cooking class, will it?"
Nobi Hiroshi helplessly waved his hand, while Otome behind him was tying his apron strings.
His group members were all his harem, and he needed to cultivate their feelings later; how could he let outsiders interfere?
"While that's true, the truly terrifying thing is having to eat Gian's cooking!"
Xiao Fu grabbed his head as if his hair stood on end, just thinking about it made him feel sick.
He wouldn't even taste it himself, yet he would make others swallow something that even dogs wouldn't eat; it was hard to believe it wasn't intentional.
"Simple. Just say you have diarrhea, then stay in the restroom for a whole class, and you'll be fine."
Nobi Hiroshi patted Xiao Fu's shoulder, hoping he wouldn't get caught by the patrolling teacher, then turned and walked towards the cooking classroom.
With girls on both arms, he walked with a spring in his step, feeling quite pleased. Perhaps later he could play 'chef play' and teach them how to cook carrots.
Arriving at the cooking classroom on the first floor at the designated time, the long tables were neatly arranged with the seasonings and ingredients to be used today.
Each student had an independent stove for practical exercises.
The instructor smiled as he stood in front of the main stove, holding a bag of fragrant curry cubes, demonstrating the cooking method.
Nobi Hiroshi stood at the very back of the crowd; he had no desire to learn how to cook at all, he would just be responsible for eating later.
And it was eating in every sense of the word; not only did his stomach need to be full, but his good brother couldn't be neglected either, lest he say his big brother was not righteous.
"Why, why do I have to cut onions, boohoohoo~"
Otome, crying, stood in front of the kitchen counter, encountering a small problem: a plate of fresh onions waited to be cut.
Shizuka and Tachibana were peeling potatoes and carrots, while Nobi Hiroshi washed rice, doing normal things that anyone could do.
Well, if he knew how to cook, he wouldn't have died young in his previous life from eating too much processed food and additives.
"You can't complain, it's your own bad luck, Otome, that you drew this lot."
Nobi Hiroshi rinsed the rice, glancing nervously at the girl, only able to say that he had used his X-ray vision to swap out what she was supposed to draw beforehand.
He also saw some things he shouldn't have, like the Eternal Garden beneath the violet panties.
In the garden, there was a sliver of sky, which must have been left behind when Pangu separated heaven and earth, waiting for someone destined to explore it with a gun.
"I know, it's too much, can't Hiroshi be more considerate of girls…?"
Otome's brows furrowed slightly, her eyes fixed on the knife in her hand as she carefully peeled the onion's outer skin.
As the blade cut, the pungent smell of onion filled the air, irritating her eyes, and tears began to involuntarily slide down her cheeks.
She sniffled softly, trying to hold back the tears, but the power of the onion was not to be underestimated.
After a while of busy work, the pot was filled with various ingredients: potato chunks, diced carrots, onion slices, meat pieces, and spices, along with a freshly opened bag of curry cubes.
Tachibana began to stir the ingredients in the pot, ensuring they were thoroughly mixed, while Shizuka and Otome sat on small stools nearby, resting.
"It smells so good! I can already smell the curry, the four of us are really amazing."
Nobi Hiroshi, who was just making up the numbers, leaned in; the curry in the pot was steaming, the golden liquid gently bubbling over the stove, emitting a spicy yet sweet aroma.
He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, the scent filling his nostrils, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
Because of the cooking class, everyone had no lunch, so their hungry stomachs were already eager for the food in the pot.
"Hmph ╯^╰, the one who contributed the least shouldn't eat too much later."
Tachibana looked at the boy meaningfully, a few strands of hair playfully falling beside her cheek, swaying gently with her movements.
Her delicate hands rested lightly on the pot handle, adjusting the heat from time to time to ensure the curry would blend perfectly.
The light cotton dress around her delicate body was a soft cream white, adorned with small strawberry patterns, adding a touch of sweetness.
"Tachibana, why do you say that? I clearly worked hard too, okay?"
"Hard? Are you referring to your sneaking around under Shizuka's skirt just now?"
Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, revealing her slender arms.
The girl pouted, her cheeks flushed slightly from the heat of the stove, a hint of dissatisfaction on her lips.
"Alright." Hiroshi scratched the girl's delicate nose and turned to Tian Mei, "Shizuka, could I trouble you to take over for Tachibana?"
Nobi Hiroshi pulled Tachibana's small hand without explanation, making to leave; the girl offered no resistance, simply following silently.
"O-okay~"
Shizuka reluctantly took over the position, her eyes looking at Hiroshi with a hint of resentment; she, of course, knew the purpose of their departure.
Although she had already come to terms with her best friend becoming like a sister, she was still slightly jealous, though not that jealous, as she could do whatever she wanted after school.
"Then I'll trouble you."
Nobi Hiroshi smiled with relief, it seemed his wings had begun to understand each other, no longer needing the troubles of entanglement.
Then, excusing himself to go to the restroom, Hiroshi took Tachibana to a single stall in the women's restroom; there was no one else, but the space was a bit cramped.
Sitting on the pulled-down lid, the girl could only face Hiroshi, resting astride his thighs.
Her small, fragrant bottom was a bit restless, and the boy's hand directly supported it from below, like pudding, incredibly soft.
"Hiroshi… I'm a little scared… you're not going to… here…"
Tachibana shyly lowered her head, her gaze fixed on her lower abdomen, recalling the shallow images she had seen in books.
She didn't know much, but she had a general idea.
She wouldn't be able to walk afterward, and they were still at school.
"Ahem, I'm not that hungry yet, of course I wouldn't do it in this environment."
"Let's talk about it on the weekend."
Looking at the shy little chef in front of him, Hiroshi slowly approached her, feeling her breath become warm and hurried.
The girl's heart raced, a faint blush spread across her face, and she slightly tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and gently kneaded Hiroshi's collar with her fingers, welcoming their official first kiss.
The one in the cinema last time didn't count, after all, it wasn't on the mouth; making a girl kiss that place for the first time was truly terrible.
"Mmm… ugh…"
His lips slowly approached, finally gently pressing against hers.
It was a gentle, exploratory kiss, full of anticipation and uncertainty.
Their lips gently brushed against each other, their breaths intertwining, and Tachibana felt much more at ease; as the kiss deepened, her arms unconsciously wrapped around him, pulling them closer, their tongues entwined, a low moan rising above the last, igniting the air around them.
"So sweet, kiss finished."
"Then let's proceed to the next step, do you still remember the technique from last time?"
Almost released by the other party, Nobi Hiroshi licked the corner of his mouth, his hands passing under the girl's armpits, slowly placing her on the ground.
"Mmm~ Ha… ha…"
"I remember, this time too… do you want me to swallow it…?"
Tachibana finally opened her eyes, which were moist, her clear pupils filled with a hazy look.
She extended her small hand, trembling as she gently straightened it, and under Hiroshi's gaze, she covered her snow-white teeth with her lips, bowing her head in penitence.