[Fujiwara Yuu: I see. I've gained new knowledge.]
Phew, I didn’t expect Fujiwara-kun to actually search for “emoticons”. The emoticons at the end seem to be saying: Teacher, I learned it, do you think I used it correctly?
[Fujiwara Yuu: Let's get back to the point. What I want to tell you is that I will be entering the semi-enclosed police academy starting today, so it will probably be difficult for us to meet again.]
When Miyano Akemi saw the second text message, the smile on her face gradually disappeared, and a subtle sense of depression settled in her heart. At the same time, she was also a little surprised. She had never expected that Fujiwara-kun, who was two years older than her, had already graduated from university and passed the civil service exam to become an excellent reserve police officer.
Suddenly I had a feeling that he was very far away from me.
But when I clicked on the third message, it was as if a pair of gentle hands had cleared away the fog before my eyes, and a sudden sense of clarity appeared. The sense of distance that had just built up disappeared in an instant.
[Fujiwara Yuu: So, if I may ask, can I call you often in the future?]
He actually used the word "future".
Miyano Akemi didn't hesitate and quickly pressed the phone keyboard to give a reply.
[Saito Masami: Of course, I'm looking forward to hearing from Fujiwara-kun and seeing him again in the future.]
Fujiwara Yu breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the reply, and the worry between his brows also disappeared with the word "expectation".
In a good mood, he picked up his knife and fork to enjoy the small dessert placed in the lunch box. The cake was fluffy and dense, and he could clearly taste the aroma of Earl Grey tea when he took a bite. The sweetness was within his acceptable range.
What surprised him was that the filling of the cake was actually lemon-flavored pudding. The slightly sour taste was as refreshing as drinking iced carbonated soda in midsummer, and it was even more delicious when paired with the cake.
Fujiwara Yu, who doesn't like desserts, also felt unsatisfied for the second time. The first time was naturally when he was given his favorite edamame cream daifuku, which will always be the number one dessert in his mind.
The phone on the table vibrated, and after seeing the content of the text message, he couldn't help but smile.
[Saito Masami: Actually, I've noticed that you, Fujiwara-kun, don't like very sweet desserts, so I've specially modified the hot lemon pudding cake recipe, trying to incorporate your favorite iced lemon tea. I don't know if you like it.]
His eyes fell on the water droplets condensed on the surface of the lunch box due to the temperature difference. No wonder it was icy cold when he ate it. She could have refrigerated it.
Should we say she's smart or careful? Or maybe both.
Fujiwara Yu picked up his phone and wanted to write a suitable food review, but he accidentally glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall in front of him. When he saw the small black words in the blank space next to it, he remembered that today was his birthday.
[Happy 20th birthday. I'll leave the cake and presents for now. Sorry to disappoint you again.]
Is this my father's handwriting? Was it written last year when I went home? I only just discovered it now.
He lowered his head and smiled, thinking of the scene when he first met her, and murmured:
"Father, maybe her appearance is the best birthday present for me."
Fujiwara Yu looked at the special hot lemon pudding cake that he had already eaten. Does this mean that he received a gift and also ate the birthday cake?
His slender fingers tapped the buttons on the phone quickly, and when he sent the paragraphs of text, he only kept two words.
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