The smell of food immediately filled the empty hallway.

The portion that Satakura tore open was self-heating curry. Whether it was the smell or the taste, it was impeccable. The self-heating mechanism developed by Koimai was simply a classic human-computer interaction. The self-heating chemical would not burn the hands holding the lunchbox, and it could also provide enough heat to melt the animal fat inside the lunchbox.

Therefore, a large box of delicately made beef curry that was glistening with oil was enough to whet anyone's appetite.

Satakura patted the empty space next to her, indicating that he could eat next to her.

This guy, is he not vigilant at all?

Phyllostachys Amoena struggled for a long time. His teacher taught him all kinds of knowledge, but he did not consider how to deal with a complete idiot who could not be killed directly.

So the stiff teenager held the lunchbox for a long time. In the end, he could not stand Satakura's repeated urging and sat next to her.

In order to avoid the idiot's smell, he moved to the side in disgust.

Phyllostachys Amoena?

T followed suit and removed the thermal insulation layer that was used to block the reaction between the two chemicals. Thus, the heavy lunch box in his hand began to heat up at an obvious speed.

He opened the disposable chopsticks. The theme of his lunchbox was parent-child?

S, chicken, onions, and eggs were happily mixed together with a thin layer of sauce poured over the rice. The bottom of the lunchbox gradually heated up. Parent-Child?

S's unique chicken smell gradually rushed into his nose.

Satakura looked at the senior next to her holding the lunchbox for a long time. She raised the spoon and stuffed her mouth full of curry. She said vaguely, "Why aren't you eating?"

After thinking for a while, the girl suddenly remembered something. She said, "Um … Don't you eat onions?"

"…"

Why did you think of this?

I'll spare your life for the sake of the lunchbox.

Phyllostachys Amoena?

T did not answer. He followed suit and raised the spoon.

For a moment, only the faint sound of swallowing could be heard in the air.

The road that was originally used as an emergency exit was temporarily abandoned due to the renovation of the stadium to prevent students from taking shortcuts during the sports festival. For the time being, no one would purposely come to this remote place. Therefore, Satakura was very relieved and unscrupulously took out two more tin cans from the cart. Inside the cans were two boxes of miso soup that could also be self-heating.

"Here, this is also a great self-heating food. It was well received at the sports festival today!

Both the participating students and the audience loved it! "

This time, Phyllostachys Amoena did not hesitate to take it. Even if he might have to kill this guy later, he could not go against the food. With such thoughts in mind, the young man used three fingers to pick up the spoon and sent spoonfuls of soup into his mouth.

After staring at Phyllostachys Amoena for a while, Satakura sneered.

"…?"

The other party narrowed her eyes somewhat dangerously. Under the wide brim of the hat, her expression could not be seen clearly.

"I mean, when I was in elementary school, I didn't mistake the gesture of holding chopsticks and spoon!"

Satakura said with some pride. However, from the content of the conversation, being able to use chopsticks correctly was not something to be praised.

Stupid.

This is Phyllostachys Amoena?

T once again gave Sakura Satsuma a definition.

If Hotaru Imai was here, she would definitely agree with this judgment. Very good, you finally understood the nature of Satakura from the beginning.

But at this time, there was no Hotaru Imai here to explain.

Therefore, Satakura unscrupulously let herself loose without any obstruction.

After a long time, Phyllostachys Amoena?

T took off a glove and tentatively reached out to the girl sitting next to him.

At least four fingers were about to touch the other party's skin, but Satakura did not seem to have any sense of danger. She did not even try to dodge. From her eyes, it could be seen that she did not have the slightest sense of fear.

Stupid, stupid people have stupid luck?

In the end, Phyllostachys Amoena withdrew his hand.

After all, life and death was only a matter of a moment. There was no need to expose himself in a place full of heroes because of an idiot with two pigtails.

Phyllostachys Amoena ate all the food in the lunchbox.

T stood up and planned to go back to the corner of the stands to see how many worthy opponents there were in this year's Sunyoung high school.

Satakura did not hesitate to throw the two lunchboxes back into the trash bin on the cart. She said goodbye and turned to leave.

After all, they had only met a few times and fed each other once or twice. Honey Orange, who had a high resistance against naughty children, had experienced this kind of interaction many times since she was young. After all, she had worked part-time in a kindergarten since junior high.

Satakura did not feel that there was anything wrong with this analogy. She walked towards the first-year competition venue and planned to meet up with Koimai in the afternoon. If everything went well, they might be able to sit in the stands and watch the competition together.

Of course, watching the competition live on the screen would not be as impactful as watching it live. As soon as she walked to the first-year competition venue, there were business students selling binoculars in the stands. It could be said that they were not wasting any opportunity to make money.

So if Koimai had chosen business when she entered the school, she would have been a fierce fighter as well … Satakura thought.

Contrary to her wishes, Hotaru Imai crudely chased Satakura to the stands to watch the competition. She was busy making money, recording data, collecting money, controlling the fluctuations of odds, and preventing reporters from catching her. If it was left to Satakura, she could only think of two possible outcomes. She would be criticized by the school or she would be on the headlines.

So, a somewhat dejected Satakura took out her binoculars and obediently sat in the stands for her classmates.