Top Student Don’t Need Superpowers

Naoki Asakawa once heard conversations between boys in physical education class. Someone was willing to buy the stockings of the soft cat teacher at a high price of 10,000 yen. He also said that the biggest wish in this life is to be stepped on by Kirisu Masuu. Looking at the food waste, he cursed "a lowly manservant", and many people responded.

"How about opening a shop selling silk stockings if you cooperate with Mr. Zhendong?"

"The income should be good."

"But how to make people believe it is a big problem. After all, hearing is falsified and seeing is believing. I can only record the video of taking off the stockings from Mr. Zhendong's legs by himself. No, it is pulled off. Such silky stockings should be able Just hit the end..."

"stare--"

A sharp eye like a falcon fell on Naoki Asakawa's back.

Naoki Asakawa was very sure that once his opponent's stockings made any extraordinary moves, a chill would swept over him, freezing himself into an ice sculpture.

A mess of thoughts flashed through his mind, but there was no change in expression on Asakawa Naoki's face, and he said in a nonchalant tone:

"Don't throw away the stockings that you have taken off, otherwise it is likely to cause a supernatural event."

"Huh?" Mr. Kirito was startled, with a hint of hesitation and curiosity on Qiao's face, "...a supernatural event?"

"That's right." Asakawa put down the stockings and said in a low voice, "Have the teacher heard of the three supernatural events of women living alone?"

"There are actually three more?"

Kirisu Mawinter lightly held his breath and couldn't help getting nervous.

She really hadn't heard of such things as supernatural events, and subconsciously ignored Naoki Asakawa's crime just now.

"The first one is Schrödinger's door lock." Naoki Asakawa stretched out a finger and said in the voice of the narrator, "If you leave home within three minutes, you will fall into a state of self-doubt of whether the door is locked or not. Let people lose their spirits."

Mr. Kirito vomited: "This is not a supernatural event, it's obviously a bad memory, right?"

"Huh, there is a second one..." Asakawa Naoki continued, "It is obviously a pair of socks put in the washing machine. After washing the clothes, suddenly there is only one left... What do you think the teacher should explain?"

Kirisu Masuya made a pretty face: "No need to explain, it's still a memory problem."

"Then the third supernatural event." Naoki Asakawa's voice suddenly became low, and said faintly, "When I sleep at night, I occasionally hear the sound of ticking water..."

The blue silk on Kirito's shoulders trembled slightly, her fingers pinched the corners of her clothes, and she became nervous: "Is there any such thing?"

"Of course there is." Asakawa said seriously, "Anyone who lives alone has the experience of hearing strange sounds in the middle of the night."

Mr. Kirisu opened his mouth and found that he was speechless. He looked away and said, "What is the reason?"

"It is very likely that the faucet is broken and leaking."

"Kachacha."

The sound of air freezing sounded.

Kirito took a deep breath, a layer of frost condensed on Qiao's face, and his pretty eyes were half-squinted: "Copy the school rules five times."

"..."

After a lot of hard cleaning, looking at the newly cleaned and tidy room, Naoki Asakawa clapped his hands in satisfaction, but I don't know how long it will last.

"Let's go." Asakawa returned the mop and bucket to the bathroom, "go back to cook."

"Ok."

In just such a moment, the sky was completely dark.

The two of them came to the corridor and looked around, dark and dimly lit.

A cold wind blew, rolling the skirt and hair of Mr. Zhendong. Under the last rays of the sunset, Mr. Bingshan’s side face was clearly delicate and exquisite like an oil painting, which made people unbearable to break.

Walk into the room.

"The TV is turned on by itself, so I can read a book for a while if I don't want to watch it." Asakawa said.

Kirisu Matsumoto answered, "...Do you want me to help?"

"No." Naoki Asakawa said with disgust, "You are a patient now, you just need to wait to eat."

Letting you into the kitchen is not a help, but a disservice!Making a tempura can burn your hands, if you accidentally cut your fingers, you don’t need to eat dinner anymore. Go to the restaurant!

Chapter 109 The Right Way to Call Yihua

Turn on the TV.

I took two sunflower seeds and fed them to the hamster.

Kirisu turned and sat on the sofa, hugged the queen pillow in his arms, and then picked up the textbook to prepare for the lesson.

Behind the faucet was the beating sound of the tap, and soon there was the sound of a kitchen knife touching the cutting board, and then it turned into the sound of green onion and ginger entering the frying pan... He obviously only liked the quiet Kirito Matsumoto, but at the moment A piece of tranquility.

It feels...very good.

Time passed quietly.

"Go wash your hands." Asakawa Naoki walked out of the kitchen, "you can eat."

"Ok."

Kirito put down the pencil in his hand, raised his hand and rubbed his slightly stiff neck, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then went to the kitchen to help with food.

"I'm gonna start now."

After the usual pre-dinner declaration, the dinner officially begins.

"How is the taste?"

As the host, Asakawa Naoki always pays attention to customer feedback.

Teacher Xiao Zhendong always likes to eat slowly and slowly, with little expression on her face, as if the delicacies of mountains and seas or a bowl of noodles in front of her can be treated as'equal for all beings' and treated equally.

Kirisu's face remained unchanged, and he gave an evaluation: "It's okay."

After a pause, he seemed to feel that his tone was too indifferent, which would undermine Asakawa's self-confidence, and he raised his evaluation a little higher: "Yes."

"I'm asking if the taste is salty, if it's salty or weak, tell me."

"It's okay, I can eat everything."

"..."

Naoki Asakawa thought about it carefully. It seems that this is the truth. People who live on curry, noodles and takeaway all day long, except for the taboos of ginger, garlic, and coriander, obviously there is no concept of'picky eaters'.

In other words, the soft cat teacher is very easy to feed.