My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 223 The School Festival Ends Successfully (Part 2 "5K")
"Not in a hurry."

Shizuka Miyamura reached out and took the menu from her, glanced at the dishes briefly, and then handed it to Yuzuru Nishimiya, who was sitting opposite her looking around.
"Yuzuru, please see what you want."

Upon hearing this, Nishimiya Yuzuru withdrew her gaze from the maid outfit and fixed it on the main course area, but her eyes still involuntarily drifted to the dessert area and lingered there for a few seconds.

"If you want dessert, you can only order it after you finish your meal." Shizuka Miyamura propped her chin up with one hand, observing her subtle changes in expression.

"Uh-huh."

Her gaze lingered on the main course section of the menu: omelet rice, curry rice, pasta, sandwiches.

My fingertips unconsciously traced the edge of the price list, eventually settling on the simplest option: omelet rice.

There are three types of omelet rice: a regular one for 300 yen, a heart-shaped one for 400 yen, and a special heart-shaped one for 500 yen.

（300円≈15块，400円≈20块，500円≈25块）
She didn't understand the difference between these omelet rice dishes, but she didn't dare to order them out of curiosity, because Aunt Miyamura would be paying the bill later.

"Is there anything else you'd like to order?" Shizuka Miyamura asked kindly, taking the menu that had been returned to her.

Nishimiya Yuzuru shook his head repeatedly: "No need, one omelet rice is enough."

"Okay then." Shizuka Miyamura glanced at it briefly and made her decision in her mind: "What about this 'heart-shaped omelet rice'?"

Upon hearing this, Takagi Sana, who was standing nearby, repeated the explanation that Ajitani Ayumi had given them earlier.

"Then I'll have one heart-shaped omelet rice and two 'magic potions'."

Takagi Sana quickly jotted it down in her notebook, and before she could ask any questions, Miyamura Shizuka followed up with:

"I want the 'magic potion' to be strawberry and grape flavored, and for the omelet rice I requested, I'll just have Tsuna draw it for me."

"Okay, Auntie."

Takagi Sana didn't have any particular thoughts or opinions about Miyamura's order. After confirming with her that everything was correct, she took the pink menu and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

"Yuzuru, can I borrow your camera for a bit? I'll return it to you after we finish eating."

"Mmm...okay."

Without hesitation, Yuzuru Nishimiya took the camera hanging around his neck and handed it to her, while also asking a question out of curiosity:

"Aunt Miyamura, what are you doing?"

Shizuka Miyamura smiled slightly, but didn't explain further, saying, "You'll find out soon enough."

She adjusted the camera in her hand, placed it at the edge of the corner, pointed the lens at them, and then waited quietly.

Meanwhile, Sana Takagi, holding an order torn from a small notebook, walked into the bustling kitchen.

Tsuna, who was assisting Shoko, explained the order in his hand.

"..." Tsuna paused after hearing her explanation.

"What's wrong?" Takagi Sana noticed the strange look that flashed across his eyes and was a little puzzled.

"It's alright, I'll just send that one out later." Tsuna waved his hand and continued with his plating work.

Based on their over ten-year-long mother-son relationship, he almost instantly guessed that his mother had definitely pulled some big stunt in store for him, or at least it was pretty much a done deal...

Seeing this, Takagi Sana didn't ask any more questions. She chatted for a few minutes with Shoko, who kept glancing at them, before leaving the kitchen.

"Tsuna, shall we go out and visit Auntie and Yuzuru later?"

After Takagi left the kitchen, Shoko finished making the omelet rice she was holding and then slowly spoke.

"Anything's fine." Tsuna took the omelet rice she handed him and placed some chopped, blanched carrots on top.
"If I'm not busy then, going out for a while shouldn't be a problem."

"Uh-huh."

Shoko immediately started making the two omelets for Nishimiya Yuzuru and Miyamura Shizuka.

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"for you."

Tsuna skillfully reached out and took it, noticing the fine beads of sweat on her forehead:
"Then I'll go out first, and I'll come in and take over for you so you can go out and rest for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for her to agree or not, he placed the steaming hot omelet rice on the tray, picked up the tray, and walked out quickly.

The warm sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, and the lace trim on the maid's skirt billowed like white waves with each running step.

Ayumi Azurani stood on tiptoe to adjust her crooked bow headdress, her fingertips still smeared with cream she hadn't had time to wipe off.

Between the simultaneous humming of the three waffle machines, a chorus of silvery greetings suddenly erupted at the doorway:
"お帰りなさいませ、ごMaster様! (Welcome home, Master!)"

Tsuna, carrying a round tray, stood at the kitchen entrance, straightened his slightly wrinkled butler's uniform, and headed straight for table number five.

"Mom, here's your special omelet rice."

He placed the still-steaming omelet rice in front of Shizuka Miyamura, then handed the tray to Nishikata, who was passing by.

Shizuka Miyamura and Yuzuru Nishimiya glanced at his clothes briefly before looking away. They had already seen the standee in the corridor outside.

Furthermore, Yuzuru Nishimiya took several photos, intending to sell them to her sister later...

"Thump...thump..." Shizuka Miyamura bent her index finger and tapped the table: "Hey hey hey! I'm going to give you a bad review for this."

Before Tsuna could ask anything, she continued, "Where's your smile? And where's the heart on my omelet rice?"

When Shizuka Miyamura said these words, she deliberately lowered her voice, and given the noisy environment, the three people at her table could barely hear her.

After all, it was just to tease her brat.

"Hey hey hey..." Tsuna forced a smile and borrowed some ketchup from a passing maid: "Mom, what do you want to write?"

"Mom-chan will always be young and beautiful," Shizuka Miyamura said without batting an eye.

"..." Nishimiya Yuzuru silently ate his omelet rice with his head down.

"Okay..." He felt a little speechless, but still nodded in agreement.

She moved the omelet rice in front of her to him and started writing and drawing on it.

"All right."

"and many more."

"What's wrong now?" Tsuna asked, handing the ketchup back to the maid who was passing by again.

"You haven't recited the incantation yet."

"A spell?" Tsuna hesitated for a moment, then quickly realized:

"Mom, you're not talking about that cringe-worthy line you have to shout when you serve omelet rice, are you?"

In well-known maid cafes in Japan, there is usually a "magical ritual" before the omelet rice is served.

The maids will point their hands at the omelette rice and shout sweetly: "このオムライスが, master様を雪せにするよ~!"

(This omelet rice will bring happiness to its owner!)
If it's a cat-eared maid cafe, they'll add 'meow~' to the end of the conversation.

Some maid cafes even offer 'spell tutorials,' where customers hold up a spoon and chant spells while the maids add sound effects, creating a truly ceremonial experience!

In short, it's the kind of thing that's incredibly embarrassing...

Last time he and Nishikata went, they ordered afternoon tea, so they didn't get to experience this highly interactive service.

“That’s right.” Shizuka Miyamura crossed her arms and nodded.

"Okay, wait a minute." He initially intended to refuse outright, but then changed his mind and decisively said:
"I'll go and call Shoko out to cast a blessing spell on your omelet rice, and let her rest a bit."

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly turned and left. Seeing this, Shizuka Miyamura could only swallow the words that were about to come out.

This is a good excuse. It will prevent his mother from bothering him too much and also give him an excuse to let Shoko come out and rest.

"Shoko, Shizuka needs to see you, I'll fill in for you."

“Alright…” Shoko hesitated for a moment, then nodded and handed over her work to him, thinking that Aunt Miyamura’s matter was more important.

Besides, Tsuna can also make this omelet rice, so there shouldn't be any problems.

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As soon as Shoko came out of the kitchen, she took a sniff of herself to make sure the smell of cooking oil wasn't too strong before heading straight to Shizuka Miyamura's table.

If the smell was too strong, she planned to stay by the window in the hallway for a few minutes first, but that might be a little unfair to Tsuna...

"Aunt Miyamura, is there something important that you called me out for?"

"Didn't that brat tell you?" Shizuka Miyamura patted the empty seat next to her, her meaning quite clear.

“No, he just said you had something important to tell me.” Shoko shook her head in confusion.

"Here, wipe your sweat first." Shizuka Miyamura took out a small pack of tissues from her bag and handed it to her.

After she took it, he explained the whole story to her, "That's how it is. Is Shoko willing to take his place?"

"..." All Shoko wants to do now is go back and bite that person.

"Auntie, we don't offer that service..." She wiped the sweat from her forehead and quickly changed the subject, "By the way, Auntie, where did you all go on campus this morning?"

"If you don't have it, you don't have it." Shizuka Miyamura waved her hand and pushed her untouched iced drink in front of Shoko.

At the same time, he didn't forget to put away the camera and check the results he had just recorded.

"Thank you, godmother." Shoko picked up the purple drink without hesitation and took a small sip.

Meanwhile, Yuzuru Nishimiya, inspired by Shoko's words, started talking excitedly about his experiences that morning.

"Are those two people next to Shoko her mother and sister?"

When Shoko came out and sat down to rest next to the guests, her classmates naturally noticed, but because they were busy at the time, they didn't ask her any questions.

"Yes, it must be her mother, and her skin is so well-maintained."

If she and Shoko went shopping together, and unless she brought it up herself, most people would probably just assume they were sisters.

"No." Ayumi Ajitani shook her head slowly upon hearing this, and said with a serious expression:

“That little girl is indeed Shoko’s younger sister, but that aunt is not her mother.”

"Isn't that right?" The girl in the maid outfit looked at table number five again with suspicion.
"Since Shoko drank from his beverage, their relationship must be quite close. I bet she kissed him—"

Before she could finish speaking, Ayumi Ajitani interrupted her in a serious tone: "That aunt is Shoko's 'ogimu-san'!"

"お adoptive mother さん!!?"

As soon as Ayumi Azurani said this, the maids and butlers who were taking a break all turned their attention to her, and even some passersby stopped to look at her.

"Ogimu-san" means mother by marriage (not by blood). It is the most common term of address in Japan, which is both respectful and affectionate, similar to "mama" in Chinese.

The pronunciation is the same as that of her biological mother, but when mentioned in writing, the meanings of "she" and "biological mother" can be clearly distinguished.

"Haha..." The girl lightly patted Ayumi Ajitani's arm: "Ayumi-chan, you're joking again, right?"

Ayumi Azuya was still shaking her head seriously, and then she stopped talking.

Undeterred, the girl asked Takagi Sana, who usually interacted most with Shoko, "Takagi-san, is this true...?"

"Mmm." Takagi Sana took a small sip of water and nodded calmly.

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, but quickly returned to normal. Everyone realized that the two were definitely joking.

Moreover, they had conspired together beforehand to deceive them.

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The remnants of morning frost at ten o'clock melted into watermarks on the school festival billboard, and the rising steam from the takoyaki grill, mixed with the sound of brass music, dyed the morning mist the color of maple syrup.

The sound of bamboo swords slicing through the air, mixed with the aroma of roasted dumplings, echoed twelve times on the fallen ginkgo leaves at noon.

At 2:30, the west wind lifted the indigo-dyed curtain of the handmade market, and white smoke from the buckwheat noodle stall filled the cracks in the pottery.

The tremor of an arrow piercing the bullseye came from the direction of the archery range, startling a flock of pigeons from the eaves.

Those wings, carrying unsold manga and doujinshi from the third year of high school, swept over the heads of the girls in the Astronomy Club who used astrology to predict their love lives, gently pushing time toward three o'clock in the afternoon when the Tea Ceremony Club was folding up the tatami mats.

"It's over, it's over."

"I feel like my back is about to fall apart."

"I didn't expect so many people to come on the first day. Luckily, we prepared enough ingredients."

"That's a load of rubbish! I had to run to the food section around 1 a.m. to borrow six trays of eggs, and I have to return them tomorrow!"

"I feel like I won't have the energy to go shopping after I finish lunch and cleaning the classroom."

"I feel a little guilty that I have to ask the kitchen staff to prepare our lunch..."

Both life-size standees had been taken into the classroom, and the front door was adorned with the words "Closed" in large letters. The butlers were all slumped in their chairs, completely lacking any decorum.

"Bah bang bang...!"

A sudden burst of applause rang out in the classroom, which was filled with complaints.

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound and saw that it was Mr. Nokitaki carrying two large bags.

"Everyone's worked hard. Here, have a drink to quench your thirst." Ms. Nokita placed the bag with the convenience store logo on the round table.

"Arigato, Nokitaki-sensei!" the group shouted in unison, seemingly exhausted.

They were exhausted, but they could still share some money after the school festival to console themselves. But it was different for Ms. Nokitaki; she explicitly refused everyone's invitations.

Moreover, these were drinks she paid for herself to treat everyone to.

Seeing this, Ms. Ye Bei didn't say much. She called the class monitor to organize the distribution, reminded them of hygiene and so on, and then left.

In about ten minutes, everyone had a steaming plate of fried rice.

"Tsuna, my arm is so sore," Shoko said softly, sounding aggrieved.

"How about I give you a massage when we get back? If you don't mind, I can give you a massage now too," Tsuna said, swallowing the food in his mouth.

Shoko quickly shook her head: "Let's go back."

Everyone in the class is here now. Letting them watch Gang give her a massage is worse than them wanting to disappear into a crack in the ground.

"Why do I feel like..." Tsuna compared the amount of fried rice he and she had, and asked with some confusion, "Why do I feel like my portion is missing something?"

"It's just my imagination, Tsuna. Hurry up and eat. Let's finish quickly. We still want to go for a walk after we finish cleaning."

"Uh-huh."

Upon hearing this, Tsuna stopped talking. As long as he could eat his fill, he was satisfied. He had only asked casually.

"..." Naoto Nishikata swallowed the fried rice in his mouth, feeling that his fried rice was a bit too salty.

But seeing how much everyone else was enjoying their food, I figured it must be a problem with his sense of taste, or maybe his palate was just too bland.

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"I won't disturb your time together. Takagi-chan and I are going to go shopping now."

Ayami Ajitani chuckled, patted Shoko on the shoulder, and quickly ran away.

"Bye-bye, see you tomorrow." Takagi Sana waved to Shoko beside her and hurriedly caught up with the person who had run away.

Standing in front of the locker room door, Shoko watched the two walk away and muttered to herself:
"Tsuna and I aren't even together yet, so how can there be any 'private time' between us..."

"Let's go shopping too. My mom just texted me. She said she and Yuzuru went back first." At this moment, Tsuna, who had changed his clothes, stepped forward.

"Yes, yes!" Shoko nodded excitedly.

However, to be fair, even if the two are not together yet, this seems to be no different from a world of two people.

The two began to stroll slowly toward Building No. 1, but since it was already around 3:30 p.m., most of the specialty stalls and simulation shops that were open had already closed.

"Tsuna, shall we go take a look here?" The two arrived on the third floor, and Shoko pointed to a classroom and asked.

Tsuna looked in the direction she pointed, and there was a silver plaque hanging by the classroom door with the words 'Magic Starry Sky Divination' engraved on it.

"Row."

When Tsuna confirmed that there were no teachers around, he took her hand and walked with her side by side through the black curtain at the front door.

Black curtains covered the classroom walls, and LED strings of lights with star patterns, glowing moon decorations, and constellation charts projected on a projector were hung.

This was Tsuna's first impression, while Shoko, standing to the side, looked around with curiosity.

In the center of the table are a retro kerosene lamp-shaped night light, an electronic candle, and a purple neon sign.

The cards were inscribed with words like "divination" and "fate," and although the lighting was dim, the cards were still clearly visible.

The tablecloth was dark red with gold tassels sewn along the edges, and there were also props such as a crystal ball (a plastic replica), tarot cards, and astrological dice on the table.

The aroma of burning sandalwood incense wafted through the air.

"Were you two also guided here by fate?"

At this moment, she sat behind the table, wearing a black lace veil and exaggerated metal jewelry, and spoke in a low voice imitating a Gypsy fortune teller.

Both of them were drawn to her words, and Tsuna felt that this person was probably suffering from chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)...

He recalled that the essence of the divination classroom was 'five parts mystery + five parts nonsense', and students talking nonsense with a straight face.

Shoko got straight to the point: "I want my marriage fortune told!"

Although she didn't know if there were fortune tellers who could predict marriage, she figured it was the right thing to do.

Since there were only the three of them in the room, she didn't feel awkward having Tsuna by her side.

(End of this chapter)