My second life is a bit strange?

She was fine yesterday, so why is she dressed like this today? Is she trying to attract attention and talk to people?

Feng turned his head away, suppressing a laugh, and covered his mouth with the back of his hand.

【so cute. 】

Goto Ichiri noticed the class president when he came in and kept secretly watching him until the president glanced at her, at which point her heart nearly jumped out of her chest.

Then I saw the class monitor trying to suppress a laugh, his whole body vacant, as if his soul had left his body, and he was slumped over the table.

How strange!

The already sensitive girl has begun to doubt herself.

I stayed up all night working on it while I was still excited, but the result was...

[As expected, everyone is deliberately ignoring me... I'm about to have a mental breakdown!!]

[Waaaaah, so embarrassing!]

"Sorry sorry."

The class monitor's voice suddenly appeared in her ear, startling her so much that she quickly sat up.

“I’m not making fun of you,” Feng crouched down and whispered in her ear, “I just think you’re quite cute.”

Goto's face turned bright red instantly, and he used his Chinese textbook to cover his face.

"Does Goto play the guitar?"

"Ah..." Goto seemed to have something stuck in his throat; he hadn't spoken in so long that even his vocal cords were starting to atrophy.

"I know a little."

Yidian refers to practicing for six hours every day since junior high school.

"That's still pretty impressive." Feng pointed to the decorations on the bag: "What are these?"

"Band merchandise."

When Goto talked about the band, he became noticeably more talkative. Although Kaede didn't understand most of what he said, she still nodded and smiled.

"Oh, I see. That's impressive."

The school bell rang.

"Let's talk again next time, Goto-kun." Kaede stood up and clapped her hands. "Class is starting. Get your books ready and put your phones away."

Under Feng's management, the class immediately quieted down.

After finishing his day of classes, Goto walked down the corridor with his guitar on his back.

[This is the first time since I started school that someone has talked to me. I'm so happy.]

Although it's just the class monitor.

We talked a lot; I've never talked this much at school before. My throat feels a little itchy.

What did the class monitor mean when he said I was cute?

Just as he was lost in thought, a red-haired girl looked thoughtfully at the guitar on her back.

Kaede and Hikigaya chatted on their way to the club.

"Does the Hachiman family own any businesses?"

"No, no, no, I'm just an ordinary citizen. I came to this school simply to realize my dream."

Hachiman felt Kaede's curious gaze and continued, "I want to be a stay-at-home dad."

"Awesome." Feng gave a thumbs up.

However, what Kaede didn't know was that this wasn't Hachiman's reason for coming here to study.

If it were this school, I could definitely stay away from my junior high classmates.

That's what he thought.

In a prestigious school, someone like me, a commoner, would never get a word in edgewise.

He was wrong. As Kaede opened the classroom door, Yuihama was sitting in a chair in the Service Club talking to Yukinoshita. When she saw them, she stood up in a panic: "Huh? Why is Kaede here too? Hiratsuka-sensei didn't tell me about this."

"Since you're here, it means you have a request, right?" Feng walked to the side and put down his schoolbag.

"She said she wanted to make cookies for you herself, but she wasn't confident in her cooking skills and wanted to ask us for help."

"Give it to me?" Feng pointed to himself with a surprised expression.

"No, that's not it! Yuki, don't talk nonsense. I was clearly talking about someone." Yuihama's hands waved haphazardly in the air, her face flushed as she looked at her toes.

"That expression of yours isn't very convincing," Hachiman added, and the two of them together killed Yuihama's last shred of shame.

"..." Yuihama had already given up resisting: "Ah, okay, it's for Ayakashi, alright!"

"Let's go. I'm very confident when it comes to cooking," Feng said confidently, rolling up his sleeves.

They asked the teacher for the classroom key, put on aprons, and prepared all the necessary materials.

"Wait a minute, I'll guide Yuihama on how to make it, and you'll be in charge of tasting it, since it's made for you."

Hachiman: "And what about me? Someone unrelated?"

"I'll share half of the cookies I sample with you."

Feng patted him on the shoulder. The two boys watched them make cookies, sometimes putting the wrong ingredient in the pan, sometimes turning the heat too high, and sometimes taking too long.

Until the finished product came out, the pitch-black slag looked just like an asphalt road.

"Do you really want to eat this?" Hachiman swallowed hard, having second thoughts. He suddenly realized that the school cafeteria wasn't as bad as he'd imagined.

"We agreed to share half with you."

With a forced smile, Feng grabbed his shoulder to prevent him from backing away and shoved a piece of food into his hand.

I took a deep breath and ate it in one bite. The first thing I tasted was a strong bitterness. It crumbled into crumbs with each chew and stuck to my tongue.

"It's so bitter!!!"

Kaede's features scrunched up as he grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down. Seeing this, Hachiman silently put the biscuit back; it was better for him to bear this hardship alone.

Chapter 116: Maximum Female Power!

Feng took a long time to recover, the lingering aftertaste of disaster still lingering in his mouth.

How can I teach you?

Yukinoshita rubbed her forehead, wondering if she had done something wrong.

"Since we can't solve the problem, let's deal with the person who caused it." Hikigaya looked at Yuihama with a dangerous gaze, which scared her into hiding behind Kaede.

"Don't say such terrible things!" Feng chopped him on the head. "I'll teach you. I'll show you one step, and you follow along, Yuihama."

"Okay, okay." Yui stuck her tongue out at Hikigaya, made a face, and then ran to Kaede's side.

Feng first cleaned up the crumbs on the table, restoring everything to its original state: "First, soften the butter into a paste, then add the sifted powdered sugar and salt."

Then whip it into a creamy consistency, and add the high-gluten flour, low-gluten flour, cornstarch, milk powder, and other ingredients in that order.

Fill a piping bag with the filling and pipe out cookie shapes with a little pressure. The shape is very important in this step, as it will make the cookies look nice after baking.

"Wasn't that easy?"

Kaede turned to look at what Yuihama had made. Although it didn't look quite right, it was pretty much the same.

There was still some piping bag left. Kaede held Yuihama's hand: "Don't let your hands shake."

Wow! So close!

Yuihama blushed and felt the warmth of the other's body, her mind already wandering elsewhere, while Yukinoshita stood by, hesitant to speak.

Squeeze out the butter with a little force, then gently lift it upwards, and a beautiful cookie flower is formed.

After baking in the oven for about twenty minutes, the cookies were done. During this time, Feng made everyone a cup of tea. The fragrance of green tea mixed with a slight bitterness perfectly neutralized the richness of the cookies.

"It's so delicious!" Yui looked at him with admiration, unable to believe that she had made these cookies.

Hikigaya watched as Kaede's lips curved into a smile because of everyone's praise, and the fragrance emanating from her body filled him with emotion.

What incredible feminine strength!

If it were a girl, she'd probably confess her feelings even if it meant losing face.

Knock, knock, knock. There was a knock on the door. Who would come to this classroom at this hour?

"Please come in."

Amid everyone's confusion, a group of students dressed in white taekwondo uniforms filed in. The skinny boy at the front spoke first: "Sorry to bother you. I heard from the teacher that you were looking for me in the cooking class. I am Matsuda Gota, the president of the fighting club."

"Does coming to us mean you have a request?"

"Yes." Matsuda's face was full of resentment as he bent down and pleaded, "Please lend us Shirogane-kun."

"Huh? You're looking for me?"

This inexplicable request left everyone stunned.

“Yesterday, when we were training off-campus, we saw Baiyin make a move. We would like to ask you to temporarily join our fighting club to help us win this national competition.”

"The fighting club hasn't won any awards in three years. If this continues, it will be disbanded. We really can't think of any other way. Please help us!"

All eyes were on Feng, waiting for him to speak.

Kaede helped Matsuda up: "Just this once."

"Yes!"

"Since we've decided to do it, let's set a small goal: win the national championship."

"But let me make this clear first, I won't be training with you guys. I have my own way of doing things, and I won't participate in any activities other than competitions."

"of course."

After discussing some matters, Matsuda left with the group of company members.

Yukino frowned. Her principle was to teach a man to fish rather than to directly help him. She came to Kaede's side and whispered, "This kind of competition is somewhat dangerous. You can refuse."