I, Aki Tomoya, will not be a simp.

Leaving the Faculty of Liberal Arts meant a complete change of environment.

The annual quota for the third cohort of Ryūsan is 97 people, and among the 97 people in Aki Tomoya's cohort, there has been no case of someone being replaced.

Because of the system of the Faculty of Liberal Arts, there is still an opportunity to transfer to any faculty within two years, but to transfer to the Science 3 faculty means taking someone else's place.

Even in the third science class, some members were dismissed by people from other faculties during those two years.

However, Aki Tomoya's situation is better this year. For the other students in the Faculty of Liberal Arts this year, transferring to Science 3 is extremely difficult.

Leaving the Faculty of Liberal Arts and officially entering the Faculty of Medicine means the end of the two-year re-selection process.

But that doesn't mean there were no further tests.

"The classrooms have changed too. It's much more comfortable in the medical school. In the liberal arts school, I feel like an outsider."

On his first day at the medical school, Takagi complained about the system of the liberal arts department.

This is a unique system specific to the University of Tokyo; it's the only one of its kind.

Even though they finally managed to get into the science-focused program, they still have to go through another round of selection. Just hearing about it is stressful.

But at least we've made it through.

"But we're in for a rough time soon."

Majima sighed from the side.

From the third year to the fourth year, they need to make full use of these two years.

However, the pressure doubles when clinical internships begin in the fifth year.

In my sixth year preparing for the medical licensing exam, I have to give it my all again.

Maintain self-discipline, keep a high level of mental energy, and then take good care of your hair.

Medical school lasts six years: four years of theory, two years of clinical internship, followed by two years of advanced medical training, before one can officially become a doctor.

"Takagi-kun, will I ever have the chance to see you again, like you were when we first met?"

At this moment, Aki Tomoya asked Takagi very seriously.

If it's already the third year and Takagi is still letting herself go, then that's a bit unreasonable.

When I first met Takagi, he wasn't like this at all. He was the kind of person who was approachable but very cultured, and his words and actions were impeccable.

But after being allowed to roam freely for a long time, those qualities are sometimes visible and sometimes invisible, and people may even subconsciously ignore them.

"Takagi Saito, a neurosurgeon, please be serious."

Aki Tomoya joked.

"Eh, Takagi-kun is also interested in neurosurgery?"

Just then, Suzuya, carrying a stack of books, appeared behind Aki Tomoya without anyone noticing.

He looked at Takagi with surprise, his expression somewhat subtle.

"cut!"

Takagi scoffed softly, then turned her head away unhappily, not wanting to look at Suzutani's face.

"Aki-kun, I brought you the book you asked me to recommend."

Suzuya raised an eyebrow and placed the books in his hand in front of Aki Tomoya. There were six books in total, all related to clinical medicine, which he was also reading.

"Thank you, how much?"

"No need for the money, it's not worth much anyway, just consider it a gift."

Suzuya shook his head, taking it as a favor.

He knew that someone didn't like him, so after chatting with Aki Tomoya for a few minutes, he left on his own.

"You and Suzuya are really close..."

"After all, they are number one, so there's nothing wrong with me asking them for advice."

Aki Tomoya laughed at Takagi's winking expression.

Suzuya has firmly held the top spot among his peers, and we have a good relationship. Why wouldn't I ask him for advice?

"Instead of that, Takagi-kun should think about how you're going to get along with Suzutani-kun if you end up in the same department, since your family's hospital doesn't have a neurosurgery department."

Chapter 395 Are you moved?

On Sunday, after waiting for Sayaka Kudo to come to his apartment, he knew what she was up to when he saw what she was carrying.

If the other party hadn't said that he was being used as a guinea pig, Aki Tomoya would actually have been happier.

With such a statement, Aki Tomo had no choice but to consider his own safety.

Aki Tomo doesn't cook often, but at least what she makes is edible.

However, how bad can a girl's cooking be?

To be fair, we should be more tolerant of girls who haven't cooked much.

Seeing the other person's unskilled technique, Aki Tomoya wanted to suggest that they just let him do it.

"I don't need your help!"

"I'm afraid you'll bleed profusely, and don't point the knife at me. I won't disarm someone with my bare hands!"

Aki Tomoya was also afraid that Kudo Sayaka would cut her hand and stain the white cutting board red.

It's no wonder he was so worried; it's just that Sayaka Kudo's actions made him tremble with fear.

He occasionally cooks something himself. He's not exactly a pro, but you can tell at a glance that the other person has hardly ever cooked before.

"Can't you just sit here and wait for me? If you hadn't bothered me, it would have been done much faster!"

Is he in the way?

Aki Tomoya glanced at her helplessly.

Although the other person was still urging him to leave with their eyes, Aki Tomoya was still watching from the side.

"Your pen is your bread and butter; you're not good at using a knife."

She should just stick to writing and making a living; she's not good with a kitchen knife.

While thinking this to himself, Aki Tomoya didn't say it aloud.

He was still very afraid that if he affected the other person, and the other person cut their hand, he would probably have to take the blame.

So after thinking about it, I decided to forget about it and let Sayaka Kudo do it herself.

After Kudo Sayaka finished her tinkering, the small kitchen in her apartment looked like it had been through a major battle.

The horrific scene, along with the pungent smell of cooking oil, made it impossible for Aki Tomoya to calm down.

"Let's make three rules first: no saying it tastes bad, no spitting it out, and no leaving any!"

Before we can sample her cooking, we need to agree on three rules.

Aki Tomoya decided not to complain about it for the time being, and replied somewhat angrily, "I'm not allowed to comment? You're clearly trying to kill me. You can only grow by accepting criticism, you future housewife."

"...Eat your food, and shut your mouth, okay!"

Seeing that Aki Tomoya was hesitant and seemed to have difficulty picking up his chopsticks, Kudo Sayaka didn't hold back at all and stuffed a chopstick into his mouth.

Such urgent and somewhat rough actions made Aki Tomoya dare not provoke them, and he could only endure it and slowly chew the food in his mouth.

His taste buds were stimulated, and the subtle texture caused a slight change in Aki Tomoya's expression, but he still swallowed it.

Across from him, Sayaka Kudo was also waiting for his answer, hoping to receive a positive response.

"how?"

He couldn't wait to ask how it tasted, but Aki Tomoya didn't rush to answer. Instead, he picked up a glass of water that had been prepared and drank it.

tsk...

How does it taste...?

It's hard to say!

Aki Tomoya pondered how to answer.

She had undergone special culinary training before coming here to treat him; it was truly thoughtful of her.

Aki Tomoya didn't want to discourage the other person, but the other person's cooking skills were clearly not up to par.

To be fair, it wasn't as bad as I imagined; it wasn't inedible, and it's still quite a distance from being considered a "dark cuisine."

For someone who hasn't cooked much before, it's alright for a beginner.

Did you mistake salt for sugar?

Aki Tomoya concluded with a smile.

Eating a meal cooked by your girlfriend should, in theory, make you feel quite happy.

But it's wrong if your girlfriend mistakes salt for sugar.