Chapter 67: Grilled Skewers
The school festival quietly arrived with the drumbeat of November. The whole campus was filled with a jubilant atmosphere. Colorful flags fluttered on both sides of the road. Students in uniforms and actors in cosplay costumes mixed together, filling the streets and dispelling the cold of the approaching winter.
Kitchen.
"April~" Yuan shook Fengjian's arm and acted coquettishly, "I'll just do me a favor, okay? I'll take your place next time."
Feng Jian picked up a few bags of food swiftly and glanced at her sideways when he heard her say, "You said the same thing yesterday."
Yuan choked and rubbed the tip of her nose. "I promise, I won't miss it tomorrow." She raised her right hand and winked at her. "This is the last time. Senior Gan asked me to go to a play with him. What a rare opportunity."
Fengjian rolled his eyes at her and didn't even want to expose her that he had clearly made an appointment to go with her.
She waved her hands weakly, this guy who values love over friendship.
"Yeah, April, I knew you were the best." She walked quickly and before she could finish her words of thanks, she had already disappeared into the kitchen.
“…”
Fengjian resigned herself to taking the ingredients out. There were already a lot of people gathered outside the stall. Taocheng was almost busy as a top. As soon as they saw her, they grabbed her and used her as a laborer.
After finally finishing entertaining a wave of customers, Taocheng finally collapsed on the chair and chatted with her, "Hey, where's Yuan?"
"I'll take her place."
Fengjian flipped the grill skillfully, and oil sizzled out. She stuffed a golden meatball into her mouth and picked one for Taocheng as well.
"Yuan must have gone to see Senior Gan again," Taocheng swallowed it down, his mouth burning. "That guy's feelings for Senior Gan are obvious."
"You all know this," Feng Jian turned around in surprise.
"Of course," he said, putting his hand behind his head, "everyone in the tennis club knows about it."
"What about Senior Gan? I heard that they have been neighbors since childhood." Fengjian didn't look up, staring at Maruko's golden coat.
"Actually, the two of them had already secretly done this."
Feng Jian was at a loss for words. "Momoshiro told me that I should study Chinese well. This is not the way to use this word."
"Oh, it's not important," Momoshiro stood up from his chair, stretched, and walked over. "But Kazama, you might not know that even your joining the tennis club might have been a conspiracy between them."
Feng Jian's hand trembled, "What do you mean?"
"Gen originally wanted to apply for the position of tennis club manager, but President Tezuka explicitly prohibited romantic relationships between club members. So she recommended you to President Tezuka and Senior Inui to be the recorder. That way, she would have a legitimate reason to join the tennis club... Oops, I think I said too much," Momoshiro scratched his head awkwardly and made a hushing expression. "Don't tell Gen I told you this."
Fengjian chuckled twice and broke the toothpick in his hand expressionlessly.
She promised to treat Yuan well after school this afternoon.
Taocheng took a few steps back silently.
However, by noon, most of the ingredients in the kitchen had been consumed. The boys who were sent to the classroom to get the ingredients did not come back for a long time, so Fengjian had to go himself.
Seeing some boys visiting other classes on the way, Feng Jian was speechless, "These guys are really not reliable at all..."
As soon as the words fell, another voice interrupted, "Asking girls to lift heavy objects is really not gorgeous at all."
"Hawaii, go help."
“Usu.”
Fengjian was startled and looked up subconsciously. The first thing that caught her eyes was a head of ice-purple hair with the ends slightly curled outwards. The crimson-purple eyes were looking at her with a smile. Standing beside her were Oshitari and other people from Hyotei.
Huadi had already walked to her side and considerately took the ingredients from her hand.
"Why are you here?"
Atobe glanced at her and asked, "Why can't we be here?"
After realizing that today was Saturday, Feng Jian rubbed his nose and changed the subject, "By the way, do you want to go to our class and try it?"
“…”
Oshitari's face changed, and he adjusted his glasses pretending to be calm, "Kazama-san, this isn't some weird dish again, is it?"
"What..." Feng Jian wanted to explain, but he caught a glimpse of Atobe's face, which was difficult to describe. He smirked and said, "Yes, it's the stinky tofu you've been thinking about."
Everyone in the Ice Emperor: "..."
"Let's go, let's go. You have come all the way to Seigaku, so let me do my best to be a good host." Kazama said as he pushed Atobe forward.
"wait……"
Before he could say no, Atobe had no choice but to let her push him to the place where the so-called mysterious cuisine was served.
There were many people gathered around the stall. Taocheng was busy sweating, looking at the small and exquisite meatballs on the grill. Everyone in Hyotei looked at Fengjian.
It was rare to see these young men who always shouted "gorgeous" show a frustrated expression. Feng Jian was in a very good mood. He walked to the stall with his hands behind his back, picked up the tongs and smiled slyly at them, "I'm in a good mood today, it's my treat, what flavors do you want to eat?"
Everyone in Bingdi looked at each other and then looked at their captain.
Kazama followed their gaze and met Atobe's calm expression. He tilted his head, and the smile on his lips deepened. "Just consider it a thank you for your captain's help before. Although it's not a fancy meal, it's all authentic and healthy food."
Atobe crossed his arms over his chest and hummed lightly, but he didn't keep his unpretentious catchphrase. He stood in front of the stall and ordered two dishes at random.
Seeing this, others came forward and started discussing their favorite flavors.
In the afternoon, the members of the Qingxue tennis club finally had some free time, and Kazama and Momoshiro took the opportunity to blackmail them. Not only did they stop Gan Senior who wanted to sprinkle dry sauce on the grill, they also caught Yuan who was late after being absent from work for a day.
"Kazama-san—"
Kirihara's loud voice was still clearly audible even through the noisy crowd. Kazama stopped arguing with Minamoto and turned around to see the kelp-haired boy waving at her at the end of the road, with Yukimura Sanada and other people from Rikkai standing beside him.
"Wow, there are little balls here, they smell so good——"
Kirihara and Marui turned into food radars and rushed to the stall with stars in their eyes.
"Kazama-san, can I try this for free?" Kirihara looked at her expectantly.
If it were anyone else, they would definitely agree, but Kazama had not forgotten what Kirihara had said about Tezuka before. Although it was impossible for him to extort the guide fee again, now was a good opportunity.
She knocked on the grill and said righteously, "Ten dollars a skewer."
The dozen or so people nearby all stopped stuffing their meatballs. The Hyotei group looked at their free meatballs and then at the Seigaku group. The Seigaku group looked at their five-yuan meatballs and then at Momoshiro. And Momoshiro looked at the sign that said "3 yuan a bunch," then at Kazama, and swallowed, "It has to be Kazama..."
"You're kidding!" Kirihara froze in shock. He pointed at the sign and said weakly, "Kazama-san, you must have made a mistake. Doesn't it say three yuan a string?"
"That's the price this morning. There are only a few left now." Feng Jian made up a serious story.
"April must be unwilling to..." The rest of Gen's words were cut short by Kazama covering his mouth, but he had almost heard everything.
"Qianye, stop talking nonsense!"
"How could I..."
Atobe raised his eyebrows slightly.
Yukimura looked at Kazama with a smile, then looked at Tezuka.
Tezuka adjusted his reflective lenses and said nothing.
Sanada lowered the brim of his hat, "That's really too lax!"
The others' eyes flickered between the few of them.
In the end, Kirihara paid for it out of his own pocket. Not only did he buy them at ten yuan a string, he also bought one string for each of the seniors at Rikkai University, and even bought two strings for Marui.
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