Six years ago, I did.
That day, when I tried cooking for the first time in the world, I succeeded in rounding and liquefying the dishes. It was the apple that was brutally killed with a knife, and now I think it was still cute. Much more than raw meat grossing.
Could it be saved that this dish was a chicken and vegetable soup rather than a fish dish? Now that the whole fish is ready, it will be a scene where you will definitely have to mosaic.
And before I get to the scene of a sufficiently tragic massacre, I think again. A curse in exchange for a born brain and combat power cheat.
I, Las Boss Queen Pride Royal Ivy, can't cook.
A typical self-serving queen, Pride never deserves to cook in the gaming world. As a result, I can't cook at all in this world, the pride of which is me. The first show was over, and I honestly hoped for a little bit that the curse would be lifted conveniently, but I couldn't. Cheats and curses seem to stick together forever. There's only one way we can free ourselves from this curse that we know at the moment.
"Jeanne-san... shall we try again...?
Hyeee.
My throat dries up on the retake from the lecturer next to me.
I can't go home until this is done. I can quickly understand that it's a practical one.
Cut and show the remaining pieces of meat in front of you, as the instructor told you to. As if you were practicing the violin, when you say, "Don't be strong there," "Keep your left hand there," "pull it straight there...", you're still scattered. No, it's totally public execution of me and the chicken.
When the meat is shredded and thinly sliced meat is formed, the instructor takes a hand like a two-person haori from behind and teaches how to cut it.... yeah, this is how you do it with two little kids. I'm only fourteen years old by appearance. I was nineteen years old to my actual age.
As soon as the instructor realized it, his face gradually became hot. This pose itself is embarrassing. It's better not to be giggled around, but instead it gets a lot of attention as if the deer are waiting to stand on their feet.
Not just my team, but the whole kitchen will look at me if you notice. And if you put a knife in the meat by the two faculty members.
Zürnnu
... it still didn't work.
Curse activated. Even with little effort, the teacher holding my hand goes mad at hand. That? I heard a few rough sounds of breath, but it doesn't seem to work out for the instructor anyway.
The instructor seemed to understand that I wasn't working hard, but my cooking skills fell to the ground with me. Yeah, it's not like you should do it with someone who can cook.
Only Tiara can lift my curse at the moment.
I can cook to normal levels only when I have benefited from Tiara, who cooked with the target in the game and taught me how to cook.
In contrast, instructor Ada has unfortunately not even appeared in the game. Cooking practice itself is not part of the second game. And since Prime Minister Gilbert is the special instructor he called just for the cooking instructor, it's only natural that he should not be in the game. Without cooking practice, I would never be called to school.
After that, I was a teacher who tried several times, but I still couldn't do it many times. After spending a lot of time alone, it seems that the teacher decided on the way that he or she would have to cut his or her hand if he or she stayed there.
He took his hand off me and wiped his stinking hands with a slightly blue face. When I checked that the other team had already boiled the soup, I ordered the other girls to cut the rest of the meat.... the teacher was slightly scared, looking at me with his scary eyes.
Looking back at me with my face still strong, I cramped trying to make a desperate and gentle smile. The teacher, who had swallowed his mouth several times, spoke to me with an unmistakably caring voice.
"... Mr. Jeanne. Today, I will do my tutoring after school.... let's do our best."
Residence decision.
The words stunned me with my mouth wide open.
Tutorials... basically a school that ends in four limits, but only students who are too late to learn in class or whose results are terrible are arbitrarily given a so-called stay.
This event, which takes place only with the teacher's permission or instruction, can be declined if there is a job or reason, but is basically only a remedy for students who really need it. I mean, I got a go sign on it... that's what I mean.
A few girls will comfort me as I drop my shoulders. Afterwards, thanks to the hard work of the other girls, my team managed to complete it in time, but it was awkward.
"Because Jeanne is smart," she said repeatedly, and the finished tasting was like an all-night party. Some team put too many condiments in it and had to dilute it more than twice, but even then, after my misery, my impression was equal to nothing.
While eating a vegetable soup mixed with finely chopped Chilean meat... I wonder how I can make up excuses for Stale and Arthur.
I really don't want to be known. I have cooked and eaten many things with a body that I have ever been able to cook, but I don't want to know that the curse of such a weird body is continuing.
While taking the lead in collecting dishes eaten after meals, I ask my team to keep this a secret. I know that "secrets" become "great stories" for a girl who likes rumors, but I still rely on the straw.
The sound of the dishes made it slightly more difficult to hear and waited for a reply, and the women watching each other replied with a simple question.
"You don't even know Philip and Jack?
I don't know.
I mean, I used to know that, but now I think I can. To be honest, they nodded in a secret direction. "Surely it would be embarrassing for a boy to know..." Nodding at their words that they agreed with me, I don't think they want the truth to be known by two pinpoints instead of boys. The same goes for Cedric and Powell.
But I don't think you can say that you don't want to be known only by two popular boys, or that you want to buy the murder of all those girls.
"Yeah, yeah. If you stay like this, you won't even be able to go to your wife...."
Ahahah, deceive with an incomprehensible laugh and the most apparent motive.
In fact, that's what I'm arguing with my teacher, Robert, and it makes sense. Other girls nearby wash and wipe dishes while carefully stacking them in the sink bucket to avoid breaking the dishes.
"I'm sure Philip or Jack wouldn't mind."
... I wonder what that means.
It's true that those two are not so disillusioned with me that they can't cook, but I feel that the context is subtly wrong. No, it's about Stale and Arthur hiding their cooking too. I didn't expect to hear back from you one time ago.
Looking at it, I was one of the girls on the team that went back to the school gate. The other children are nodding and laughing at her remarks. There are some children with the opposite contemplated expression, but what is this bright and dark split expression? I noticed that not only the same group of girls, but also most of the girls other than the person in charge of the dishes were gathered. While I wanted to twist my neck, I also took a plate from a stack of dishes and took part in dishwashing.... immediately thereafter.
Gashan. The dish broke.
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Not only am I the one who broke it, but the girl in the same class on the ridge is also stunned by this.
Sasha, one step, two steps, everyone gets away from me.... this can't be helped. Basically, all school equipment can be lent free of charge, but if it is destroyed or lost instead, it will be fully reimbursed. It is also an absolute rule because it is a free school that anyone can enroll in. Otherwise, people will appear who are willing to sell and earn books and pens and other teaching materials for their classes.
Even now, it would be an act to prove that it wasn't you who broke it. It would be quite a loss for the family to pay for even one dish. If I admit to the crime by saying, "I'm sorry, I broke the plate," they will help me pick up the fragments at once.
The lecturer said from a distance, "Again? He smiled bitterly at me with a gaze that he had just said, but he only checked the compensation for one plate from the roster and checked whether he was injured.
"I'm sorry, but I said something weird!
"Jeanne keeps washing the dishes. We'll pick it up."
The girls broke their knees on the floor with blue faces, as if they were upset that I was going to pay for it. There was also a kid who picked it over the handkerchief to avoid injury, or brought a whiskey.... I should have washed it carefully while I was talking.
Though I thought so, I thanked them again and went back to the dishwasher. Focus on dishwashing again because the topic has stopped. Grab the dishes and rub them with water.
Gashanga-gashanga.
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Now it broke in the bucket.
That's funny. I'm supposed to be an ordinary person.
The more I think the gorillas are good, the more they become two. Instead of saying anything else, both the girls and the lecturer froze. I also have a plate and it hardens with my hand. I felt like I heard the sound of a clicking clock needle hanging from the classroom.
Looking back at them like a clock doll. The women who were still picking up the first plate looked up at me with their knees on the floor. They look pretty pale, I suppose.
I apologized to the bloodthirsty, bluish women with a snatched voice, "I'm sorry..." One of the girls stood up momentum after confessing to the crime.
"Well, Jeanne, wipe the table. I'll do it later."
I was forcibly retrieved in the middle of the day, and I was pushed from behind and forced out of the sink. You must have thought I'd be able to break the plate any more.
Afterwards, after closing the class, the instructor received a dish reimbursement invoice and after-school tutorial explanation. As the girls panicked one after the other and left the classroom one foot behind, I thought while listening to the lecturer.
... well thought out, dishwashing was an unforgettable skill for the Queen.
When I remember the fundamental reason why cooking is devastating in the first place, the conclusion was immediate.
The reason I broke the plate was not because my arm suddenly became a gorilla, nor was the new plate susceptible to cracking. I recall that this was inevitable to me, who has zero family skills due to the curse of the game.
When I opened the classroom door with an apology to the lecturer, I came to one conclusion.
"Thank you very much. Thank you even after school."
Lower your head, exit the classroom and close the door.
The instructor's insignificant smile came into my eyes for a moment and burned.
With just a sigh of tears, she deceives herself. The hallway, which is already empty, is dry and empty. The conversation with the lecturer wasn't that long, and it's not strange that there are people in the hallway as usual, but today it's unattended.
Well, I suppose that's true, because today we have an important special exam.
"... well... I have to hurry."
It might be time for Stale and Arthur to fly back to class by now.
We need to get back to the classroom and look for Farnham's sister and brother at the exam room. Croix told me not to come, but I still can't. Leaving it like that could really affect the exam. At the very least, I would like to apologize sincerely and sincerely.
Speed up your feet so you don't run, jump down the hallway and into the stairs. After all, most students are not creepy enough to go to the top floor exam venue. Even though it shouldn't have been too long, I'm too anxious to be silent about the illusion that the test has already begun. Get caught by a railing and climb a high staircase with your opposite hand lifting your skirt. As soon as we reach the halfway floor, we rush to the hallway leading to the middle section.
* Giggle *.
"Eh... nnhhhh ~"
Suddenly, I thought the door to the classroom had opened, and I was grabbed by the arm directly beside me.
Immediately afterwards, she turned around and soon her mouth was blocked by another hand. I couldn't make any more noise and while my eyes were black-and-white, I was pulled inside and the door was closed.
The hem of the skirt is sandwiched between closed doors without waiting for me to get through. It was me who was pulled by my clothes and stuck a moment ago, but the moment I was forced to pull in by more force, I heard an ominous sound. I was supposed to be caught in the door and pulled into the back of the classroom by the force behind me.
Eh, what, who, now that the sound is murmuring, staring at the closed door without knowing what it meant, it was now locked from the inside.... oh, wait. The fact that you can lock the key from the inside means that this is an unauthorized classroom.
The classroom as a whole is dim as to whether the curtains are closed. At that point of understanding, the Lord of Hands, who blocked my mouth, and the student who closed the door whispered with a hidden voice. Both are voices I don't know.
"Didn't they see you?
"It's good! Help me tie it up.
I wonder if there was such an event in the second piece of their dialogue, which was too noisy. In that case, the victim would be Amlet, not me.
Closed dim room, locked door, two men who are clearly more powerful than me. I can hear the sound of my mouth being blocked and rubbing against the rope.
... I dared to scream, but now I'm most concerned about the state of the skirt.