Kaguya-sama: Love Is War wants me to turn myself in.

Fujiwara Chika puffed out her pink cheeks: "One bite is enough!"

"Here you go." Natsuki Amamiya handed over the bread: "Don't bite the spot I just bit."

"I won't bite!"

Chapter 204 Feeding on the Rooftop

"There are flaws——"

Fujiwara Chika suddenly leaned closer and took a big bite of the fried noodle bread.

While biting, it also looked up at Natsuki Amamiya, its beautiful blue eyes full of smugness, just like a dog that had successfully snatched food from its owner's hands.

"Delicious." Fujiwara Chika sat up straight, gave a thumbs up, and puffed out her cheeks. "Other people's cooking is definitely better."

Amamiya Natsuki looked at her silently: "Girl, why are you so skilled?"

"Hehe~" Fujiwara Chika closed one eye, smiling smugly, "Because I often steal other people's food, and my current record is ninety-nine wins."

So he's a repeat offender; no wonder he's so skilled.

"Hey, what do you want to eat?" Fujiwara Chika held up the bento box in her hand and said generously, "Choose whatever you want to eat."

Just taking other people's food will definitely make people hate her, but in fact, apart from being extremely enthusiastic about love topics and being unable to read the atmosphere, so much so that many people avoid her when talking about love, Fujiwara Chika has never been disliked by anyone.

the reason is simple.

Reciprocity.

This pink-haired idiot is never stingy; if he eats someone else's snacks, he'll quickly repay them twofold.

That's it now.

Natsuki Amamiya looked down and saw that the bento box contained a very generous amount of food, with a wide variety of items, including shrimp balls, meatballs, okra, broccoli, cherry tomatoes, fried chicken nuggets, and more.

"Are you sure I can choose whatever I see?"

Amamiya Natsuki said in a meaningful tone.

“Of course.” Fujiwara Chika tilted her chin up, revealing a glimpse of her snow-white neck. “The Fujiwara family motto is to do what you say and never go back on your word.”

"Are you sure you don't want to back out?"

"Absolutely not, hurry up and choose."

“Alright, I choose…” Amamiya Natsuki’s gaze shifted to Fujiwara Chika’s face, “Chika-san, I choose you.”

"Eh eh eh?"

Fujiwara Chika leaned back slightly, holding the lunchbox in front of her chest: "What are you talking about? I can't eat it."

"How would you know if you haven't eaten it?" Amamiya Natsuki said with a straight face. "Chika looks fresh, tender, and juicy. I really want to eat her in one bite."

“No, absolutely no.” Fujiwara Chika puffed out her cheeks, a blush quickly spreading across her fair and delicate face. “I am not a selected product.”

“Please recall what you just said,” Fujiwara Chika said slowly. “I can choose anyone I see. I never said I couldn’t choose you, so I made my choice according to my own heart.”

Fujiwara Chika: “…”

In short, you absolutely cannot!

Being eaten by a boy on the rooftop, and it's so intense the first time, it'll ruin your health!

"Go away, go away." Fujiwara Chika's chubby cheeks puffed up even more, like a pufferfish that had been poked and prodded. "I won't give you any more."

"What did you say?" Amamiya Natsuki tilted her head, pretending to listen attentively. "Someone just told me that the Fujiwara family's motto is to keep one's word and never go back on one's word."

Fujiwara Chika: “…”

My feet hurt so much.

Fujiwara Chika finally realized what it meant to "lift a rock only to drop it on one's own foot," and regretted not saying anything earlier.

"That beef ball looks pretty good."

Natsuki Amamiya looked at the bento box.

"Now, here you go."

Fujiwara Chika breathed a sigh of relief and quickly handed over the bento box.

Amamiya Natsuki said:

“No chopsticks.”

"Just take it with your hands."

"I didn't wash my hands after using the restroom."

"Ugh, that's disgusting. Wash your hands properly."

“I once heard a saying,” Natsuki Amamiya said quietly, “that food prepared by others always tastes better.”

Fujiwara Chika: “…”

All that talk was just a ploy to get me to feed you.

However, since there were no chopsticks and no hands were washed, there was no other way but to feed them personally.

Fujiwara Chika placed the bento box on her lap, picked up a meatball with chopsticks, supported it from below with her left hand to prevent it from falling, and carefully handed the meatball to Amamiya Natsuki, instructing her:

"for you."

"what……"

Amamiya Natsuki opened her mouth and waited.

"It's for you to bite it yourself!"

Fujiwara Chika couldn't help but scold him.

It's practically handed to your mouth, and you still want someone to feed you? Why don't you move yourself!

Amamiya Natsuki took a bite of the meatball, sat up straight, and gave a thumbs up: "Cooking by someone else really does taste better."

"You're actually mimicking me." Fujiwara Chika puffed out her cheeks, deciding to return the favor verbatim, "...Why are you so adept at it?"

"To be honest," Natsuki Amamiya swallowed the food in his mouth, "it's all because of Chika-sensei's excellent teaching."

"I didn't teach you any of that."

"It's normal for the student to surpass the teacher and innovate."

"..."

Natsuki Amamiya looked at the bento box again: "Give me another cherry tomato."

In this world, once you've experienced something the first time, the second time is much easier.

Fujiwara Chika picked up a cherry tomato with her chopsticks and handed it to Amamiya Natsuki: "Speaking of which, what's the difference between a cherry tomato and a regular tomato?"

"There's no difference. In fact, the original tomato was more like a cherry tomato than the large tomato we have today," Natsuki Amamiya casually remarked.

"The vast majority of fruits and crops today are varieties that have been selected and cultivated by humans over generations, and are very different from their ancestors."

"Take tomatoes for example. They originated in South America and were very small when they were first discovered, smaller than grapes today. Because they were poisonous, they were ornamental plants in Europe for hundreds of years."

"Huh?" Fujiwara Chika exclaimed in surprise, "Tomatoes are poisonous?"

"Don't worry, apples are actually poisonous, but you have to eat several hundred kilograms at once to have any chance of dying from the poison."

As they were talking, the sound of the door being pushed open suddenly rang out, and the girl's clear and pleasant voice echoed across the balcony:

"I'm up here."

Needless to say, it was Kitagawa Kaimu.

Startled, Fujiwara Chika's hand trembled, and the chopsticks, along with the cherry tomato, pierced directly into Amamiya Natsuki's mouth.

"Chika, Natsuki, I'm here." Kitagawa Kaimu walked over, clearly having already spotted the two.

Fujiwara Chika quickly pulled out her chopsticks, looked straight ahead, and sat up straight.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late." Kitagawa Kaimu came up to the two of them, plopped down next to Amamiya Natsuki, let out a soft sigh, and opened the bento box as she said, "I was just about to come when the bell rang, but the teacher called me to the office."

"stare--"

The blonde bombshell opened her eyes wide and looked at Natsuki Amamiya.

Amamiya Natsuki chimes in: "Why did I call you to the office?"

“Good question.” Kitagawa Kaimu said in a resentful tone, “The teacher asked me why I was sleeping in class and why my exam ranking dropped. I barely managed to get through it… I’m starving, time to eat.”

"There's no way to concentrate on studying when there are evil spirits everywhere."

Fujiwara Chika echoed this sentiment while glancing at the chopsticks in her hand.

You can clearly see that there are damp marks on the chopsticks, obviously from saliva that was accidentally picked up earlier.

After hesitating for two seconds, Fujiwara Chika's pretty face flushed slightly. She picked up her lunchbox and continued eating.

"If I wipe the chopsticks now, Hai Meng will definitely suspect something... Oh well, it's not like we haven't eaten them before."

Chapter 205 Game: Tom and Jerry

Had lunch.

With Kitagawa in his left hand and Fujiwara Chika in his right, Amamiya Natsuki began copying and pasting 'role-playing'.

"I don't know what role I can play, but I'm really looking forward to it."

Fujiwara Chika stretched her legs straight and brought them together, gently swaying her feet from side to side with a light, cheerful sound.

“I feel that compatibility is related to liking and identification.” Kitagawa Kaimu held up one finger. “First of all, we have to genuinely like and identify with the role we are playing. For example, I can’t successfully play the roles of maid, Saber, magical girl, etc.”

Amamiya Natsuki turned her head and looked at him: "So your hobby is succubi?"

"Is it 'Summona'?" Kitagawa Kaimu corrected, "It's the super cute Sumona-chan from the four-panel comic!"

You like biting people's necks, you're a bit of a pervert!

"Chika, what kind of characters do you usually like?"

Kitagawa Kaimu peeked over.