18:15.

The cafeteria is the busiest at this time. After the last class, all the students in the teaching field flock to the school cafeteria.

After a day of study and high-intensity training, everyone was holding their plates like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey. Some of the ones with a sturdy build even had drool flowing from the corners of their mouths without them noticing.

The final class of the day wasn't a physical training session, but rather a dull English lesson. Fujiwara Yuu, who has lived abroad since childhood and speaks English as one of his native languages, found listening to a class full of Japanese-English speakers a mental torture.

Standing at the front of the line for food, Hagiwara Kenji turned around and looked at Fujiwara Yuu behind him with a smile, congratulating him:

"Congratulations, little Fujiwara! There won't be any fish dishes you hate tonight."

Hearing this, Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but hold the tray tightly in his hand, and walked to the cafeteria aunt with full of expectations. After seeing the green patches, his face couldn't help but turn bad.

There is indeed no fish dish today, but there is bitter melon, which is the second best dish after fish.

"Hello, please give me one teriyaki chicken thigh, one tamagoyaki and one pork miso soup, thank you."

"Don't you want some bitter melon salad? It's very refreshing and will take away the greasiness!"

"No, thank you."

Fujiwara Yuu didn't think bitter melon was a refreshing and refreshing food; he only knew it was bitter and unpalatable. He walked over to Matsuda Jinpei, who was already eating, carrying a tray, and sat down in a different position, unable to help but say,

"I remember you had curry for dinner yesterday and lunch today, right?"

Matsuda Jinpei scooped a large spoonful of curry into his mouth and said incoherently:

"Curry is the most convenient and delicious food in the world, so how could I possibly get tired of it?"

Fujiwara Yuu agreed with the first half of the statement, but he disagreed with the second. Any delicious food becomes cloying after a while. His eyes fell on the curry sauce at the corner of Matsuda's mouth. Just as he was about to fumble for a handkerchief to hand it to him, he saw Hagiwara Kenji naturally take out a handkerchief and wipe the corner of Matsuda's mouth.

"Xiao Zhenping, you have such a handsome face, please don't ruin it."

"You, what are you doing!"

Hagiwara Kenji saw his young son Tamedran like a wild cat with its fur standing on end, but the next second he saw him wipe the curry sauce from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said helplessly:

"What does it look like if you wipe it carelessly like that?"

"You are really nosy."

Fujiwara Yuu didn't expect that the relationship between these two people was so close. He couldn't help but look a little lonely, and a little envious in his heart. He wished he could have had a childhood friend like them, so that his childhood wouldn't be so boring.

Seeing that Matsuda Jinpei was about to wipe his mouth with his sleeve, the clean-minded Fujiwara Yuu couldn't stand it anymore and quickly handed him a handkerchief and said:

"Matsuda, please take good care of your police uniform. It's hard to clean it with curry sauce on it!"

"That's right, Xiao Zhenping, if you don't like to be clean, girls will dislike you~~"

“Blabbering!!”

Jinpei Matsuda angrily took the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth. I don't know if he was irritated by the phrase "being disliked by girls" or what, but he wiped the corners of his mouth so hard that they turned red.

"Fujiwara-san, can we sit next to you?"

Just as Fujiwara Yuu was about to pick up his chopsticks and put a piece of teriyaki chicken thigh into his mouth, he heard a girl's voice beside him. He looked at the five girls holding their plates, glanced at the only remaining seat next to him, and said calmly:

"There's only one seat, why don't you just open another table?"

"That's true, haha. Then I won't disturb Fujiwara-san from eating."

The girl awkwardly urged the people next to her to go to the next table to eat. Witnessing all this, Matsuda Jinpei couldn't help but tease her, saying things like "I didn't expect you to be so popular."

"Fujiwara, it's easy for you to fail to win girls if you do this. Boys should be more romantic and talkative!" Hagiwara Kenji shook his finger and winked.

Fujiwara Yuu glared, not realizing there was anything wrong with what he said, and calmly placed the teriyaki chicken thigh in his mouth. The soft and tender chicken thigh paired with the rich teriyaki sauce, the salty and sweet taste always goes well with rice.

He also liked the sweet tamagoyaki. With one bite, he could taste the rich milky flavor, probably because of the milk. Most importantly, the sugar ratio was perfect, and the heat was controlled to keep the eggs tender and smooth. It seemed the cafeteria chef was quite skilled—he just always managed to make dishes he didn't like.

As for the pork miso soup that was used to finish the meal, it clearly didn’t look like the chef’s work. The salt content was a bit high, and soy sauce was probably added at the very end during the cooking process, so the soup didn’t have that much flavor.

Fujiwara Yuu raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on the assistant cook being scolded by the head chef not far away. It seemed that the pork miso soup must have been made by him. Oh, it seemed his little deduction was not wrong.

Because he was so absorbed in savoring the food, he managed to miss the scene of Morobushi Kagemitsu and Date Kou whispering to each other. Then, Morobushi Kagemitsu took a sip of the miso soup and, smiling, started the conversation:

"Speaking of which, Fujiwara, you're probably quite popular in school, right? Are you one of those popular male protagonists in comic books who always receives love letters?"

"She must have had a relationship before. Twenty years old is the age of youth." A figure couldn't help but appear in Fūya Ling's mind. There was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't know how she was doing now.

Fujiwara Yu, who had never lived in the school, said that he was invisible in the class, and as for the love letter, it was even more impossible. With no experience in love, he answered honestly:

"I've never received a love letter, nor have I ever been in a relationship. I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"Wow? Really?!" Yi Dahang showed a surprised expression. He frowned and said, "Damn, this is such a bad idea. I'm going to lose a week's worth of bread."

"Bread?" Fujiwara Yu blinked twice, a little confused about whether he was in a relationship and what fried noodles and bread had to do with it. But he soon noticed a smile on Morobushi Kagemitsu's face and couldn't help but glared at him and said, "Hey, you two are not going to make a bet, are you?"

The referee, Rei Furuya, said with a smile:

"Yeah, let's bet on whether you've ever been in love. If you lose, you have to buy bread for the other person for a week. Hiro prefers butter bread, so be sure not to buy the wrong one, squad leader."

Fujiwara Yu really wanted to complain that they all looked like singles, but in the end he chose to eat quietly. He had to finish eating quickly so that he could get away from them and make a phone call. He didn't know if Saito Masami would be angry because he didn't reply to the text message.

Kenji Hagiwara, who was busy eating, suddenly remembered something and turned his head to look at Jinpei Matsuda and said:

"Xiao Zhenping, I remember you have to clean the bathhouse today, right?"

"...Shit, I totally forgot about this. I have to clean the bathrooms in this entire building!"

"Hahahahahaha, how miserable!"

"Don't laugh, you bastard Hagi!"