In an instant, the classroom returned to calm.

"Today, we'll continue with yesterday's content..."

…

Lunchtime arrived quickly.

"You can have this; I made extra yesterday."

Ai took two bento boxes out of her bag and handed one to Kousuke. "I don't know if it will suit your taste. If it's okay, you can eat it. If not, then forget it."

Guangyou took the bento box, opened it, took a big bite, and mumbled, "That's what you said again. I'll say it one more time: I like everything you make."

For the past few weeks, Ai has been saying this before she lets Kousuke eat the food she makes.

It's not flattery, but Ai's cooking has indeed been quite delicious lately.

Every meal has both meat and vegetables, a perfect balance.

The dish was barely salted, so it tasted quite bland.

However, after eating it for so long, Guangyou realized that he had gotten used to the taste.

"Eat slowly, no one will take it from you."

Ai spat at Kousuke's wolfing down of his food, then opened her own bento box and began to eat in small bites.

This bento box wasn't leftovers from yesterday; she prepared it around 5 a.m.

She put a lot of thought into preparing this bento, and now that she sees that her efforts have paid off, Ai is naturally very happy.

During this period, she has had almost no time to pay attention to fashion magazines. Apart from sitting in front of the computer researching the antidote, she has been honing her culinary skills in the kitchen.

To be precise, she was learning Chinese cuisine for Guangyou.

After practicing for a while, her cooking skills have improved a lot. Kōyū frankly said that Ai also has a talent for this.

Ai shook her head, silently retorting in her heart, "There's no such thing as talent, I just want to do this for you."

...

The number of new cases today is outrageous... I felt like I only had double digits today, damn it...

I still want to write original storylines...