Top Student Don’t Need Superpowers

Rizu Ogata paused for half a second, then slightly averted his gaze, "...what do you do?"

Naoki Asakawa raised his right hand and landed on top of Ogata's head, gently smoothing his lower hair.

"Well--"

Rizu Ogata puffed up her cheeks, showing me an unhappy expression, "Don't touch my head, my hair will be messy."

"I will help only when my hair is curled up." Naoki Asakawa quickly stopped. "Sorry, I will inform you in advance next time."

"……Humph."

...

No words all the way.

Naoki Asakawa returned to the apartment, reading a book silently and charging. It was 5:30 in a blink of an eye. When the sun was setting on the horizon, when the twilight fell, he got up to prepare for dinner. There is no problem in the refrigerator for one day.

"Bang bang bang."

Just as Naoki Asakawa walked into the kitchen, there was a knock on the door.

Wiping the water from his hand with a rag, Naoki Asakawa stretched out his hand to open the door, and the soft cat teacher Qiaosheng with a pink shawl stood outside the door, still wearing a pink sweatshirt and skirt, simple and plain.

"Ms. Matsuyama?" Asakawa asked Naoki, "Is there something wrong?"

"Something's going on." Kirisu Madong sighed in relief and turned around and said, "You come with me."

Asakawa Naoki was surprised: "Where to go?"

"……come to my home."

Chapter 107

"excuse me."

Naoki Asakawa stepped into the room. This was the first time he entered the apartment of Teacher Soft Cat. He couldn't expect to talk about it, but he was a little curious.

then……

"Hurry up and return my expectations!"

I didn't expect you to decorate the room with balloons and stars like Xiao Rin, at least keep it tidy and clean!What's the mess in this messy room like Yihua!If you are seen by your suitor, you will definitely be disillusioned!

"I'm not good at cleaning the room..."

Kirisu Matsuoka's face blushed, turning his head and looking away, not looking at Asakawa Naoki.

"Fortunately, I still know the blush."

Asakawa Naoki comforted himself inwardly.

Blushing represents shyness. Yesterday, when I entered Yihua’s room, there was not even a slight blush. It is estimated that the useless shame has been completely abandoned.

"Talking--"

The sleeves were pulled slightly, and Kirisu Matsumoto whispered, "Come to the kitchen."

Naoki Asakawa had already guessed the reason why Kirisu Machi called for him to come.

Walking into the kitchen, a burnt smell of deep-fried transition came out.

The white flour is everywhere. It should be prepared to wrap the ingredients. The ingredients are cut in a mess, which seems to make people lose their appetite, and there is a burnt smell in the pot. Needless to say, eat. It will definitely cause cancer, with zero points.

Naoki Asakawa's eyes turned, and finally landed on the dark dishes in the pot.

"what is this?"

Mr. Kirisu looked away, his pretty face reddened and said, "Fried tempura."

"Bad reviews, zero points."

If this thing is taken out, the izakaya will be smashed!Other people's tempura is golden in color, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Your tempura is dark and scorched. It is a veritable dark dish!

I thought that the meticulous and glamorous soft cat teacher outside would be the'exquisite woman' on Twitter, but I did not expect to be a kitchen killer and heir to dark cooking.

"you……"

Asakawa Naoki was about to speak when he suddenly remembered something.

Yesterday afternoon, I ran into Kirisu Matsumoto in the supermarket. Mr. Ruanmao stood in the food area and frowned lightly. He was hesitant. It was probably not that he was stuck in a difficult choice, but hesitating to cook by himself or buy the finished curry. cook.

(So... is actually my own fault?)

(If it hadn't been recommended by herself, Xiao Zhendong would never buy these ingredients beyond her ability, right?)

Naoki Asakawa looked at the soft cat teacher, who had his head down and his pretty face blushed, and seemed to be waiting obediently for the reprimand, and his tone slowed down: "The best temperature for frying tempura is 180 degrees."

"Eh?"

Kirisu Shinwon looked up.

"I often make tempura, and I have a little experience." Asakawa Naoki continued, "You should use warm water to make the batter. Don't wrap it too early, or it will solidify. After the ingredients are cooked, it only takes more than ten seconds. Fish it out."

"The real point is to grasp the oil temperature. Different ingredients require different oil temperatures..."

"These tempuras can't be eaten anymore. Pack them up." Naoki Asakawa reached out and opened the range hood. "Tomorrow happens to be the day to throw out the garbage, just throw it away."

"Got it." Kirisu Nodded softly.

Naoki Asakawa looked around, saw the apron placed in the corner, reached out and fastened it, then used chopsticks to fish out the tempura that would kill you from the oil pan, and pour out the remaining oil. Then wash the pot, wipe dry and arrange it, and finally pick up the rag to wipe the water stains on the table. Under the watchful eyes of Kirisu, the hidden dangers of kitchen hygiene and safety are handled in one go.

"Take all these ingredients." Asakawa Naoki said.

Kirisu Masuu was startled: "Why?"

"Take it to me for cooking. The ingredients have been stored in the refrigerator for a day and can't be stored anymore." Naoki Asakawa looked at Kirisu Masuu, disgustingly said, "And the seasoning in your kitchen is not complete, only soy sauce and Salt can’t make good dishes."

In a few moments, Naoki Asakawa has seen curry, dried noodles, cup noodles, and instant lunch bags. It is conceivable that this soft cat teacher does not use the kitchen at all. He lives on cup noodles and takeaway. I often make foolish dishes such as curry and noodles.

Kirisu Madong pressed her pink lips without much hesitation, and quickly nodded and agreed: "...okay."

No way, the ingredients that were specially selected and bought were just thrown away in vain. It is not distressed, but I must be very self-blame. It is a shameful act to waste food. As for eating together... the two eat lunch together every day. It's nothing, otherwise I wouldn't go to the restaurant with Naoki Asakawa last night.

"stare--"

Thinking of what happened in the restaurant last night, Kirisu Masuyo started to feel embarrassed again. As a teacher, hiding in the arms of students like an ostrich is simply a black history that cannot be washed away for a lifetime.

Perceiving the familiar chill coming from behind, Naoki Asakawa was speechless.