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"Then why did you call me here?"

"Well... that's it, that thing." Ishigami Yuu recalled some painful things that happened with Fujiwara Chika in junior high school. He was very embarrassed, but for the sake of the president, he continued to speak:

"Actually, I have a problem recently. I just can't sing the school song well. It's terrible in every aspect. So I want to ask if you have any good ideas."

In order to save the country in a roundabout way and not expose the president's ancient god-level weakness, this is the only way to choose.

“Oh, so that’s it~”

Fujiwara Chika smiled sweetly and lovely at first, but then her eyes turned cold in an instant.

"Ishigami, didn't you say that I played the piano horribly when you were in junior high school? You described it as an unbearable noise that disturbed your gaming. To this day, I still remember your annoyed expression clearly."

"Uh... you have a really good memory."

Apart from this sentence, Ishigami Yu didn't know how to continue the conversation.

It is impossible to apologize, because there was a reason for saying that at that time. If I apologize now just to please her, it would be a betrayal of my past self.

He does not have the so-called craftsman spirit.

And the nervousness that Fujiwara Chika had at the beginning had long disappeared without a trace. She clasped her hands across her chest, raised her chin, and slightly raised the corners of her mouth.

In a very provocative tone, he said: "What happened in the past is in the past. Now you are asking me to help you. In terms of attitude, this is not okay. You need to be more sincere. Otherwise, why should I help you?"

"Oh... I see. You want a reward, right?"

Ishigami Yu sighed helplessly.

Then start taking off your clothes.

"Eh? Wait - what are you doing!" Fujiwara Chika stepped back in fear, and the smug expression on her face disappeared without a trace.

The light of the setting sun shone through the gaps in the woods onto Ishigami Yu. A few naughty strands of hair hung in front of his forehead, ruffling the halo from the screen.

The boy's eyes and eyelashes look a little colorful, clear and clean, yet reveal a hint of quiet melancholy.

"You are coveting my body, so you are asking for payment. It's okay. Just do whatever you like. I will cooperate with you. But let me tell you in advance that even if you get my body, you can't get my heart."

"What are you talking about?! Who wants this kind of reward—" Fujiwara Chika immediately blushed.

"Ah, Fujiwara-senpai, you just imagined a scene like that."

The girl immediately shook her head and pouted her lips in protest: "No!"

"If not, then there won't be."

Ishigami Yu teased her and put on his school uniform again, "You want me to get paid now, and I don't know what you like. How about keeping it as a favor and I'll pay you back later?"

Fujiwara Chika thought about it and refused, "I don't want future favors, I want sincerity now."

"Sincerity..."

Ishigami Yu was stunned for a moment, then took a step closer to Fujiwara Chika.

[Shinobu, Shinobu, call Shinobu and ask for firepower support. A sincere gift to impress a girl. Over.]

[Received, received. Six donuts. Over.]

【Deal, over.】

After a brief team voice chat, Ishigami Yu hid his right hand behind his back, and a small hand immediately stretched out from the shadow and handed over something worth six donuts in the blind spot of Fujiwara Chika.

There was no time to touch what it was, and Ishigami Yuya believed that Shinobu would not let him down.

So I took it out directly.

From Fujiwara Chika's perspective, there was a handsome young man with a serious look on his face approaching her.

Like a magic trick, he pulled out a bunch of bright red roses from behind him.

It's like a scene from a girls' comic.

"Is that sincere enough?"

He said so.

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

Chapter 6: Aibo, the Ramen Thief

My name is Saburo Odashima, a very ordinary middle-level manager whose hobby is touring ramen shops.

"welcome."

Following the store manager's invitation, I found a seat and sat down.

The store we visited today is hidden in an inconspicuous place in a corner of the city, and its regular customers are office workers and regular customers.

Naturally, I am one of the old customers, and the store manager naturally knows exactly what I want.

"Soy sauce pork bone ramen, lighter." ×2

The voices of two middle-aged men appeared in unison, then stopped tacitly and smiled at each other.

"Manager, you should renovate your store, otherwise you won't be able to attract new customers."

"It doesn't matter. No matter how nicely it's decorated, young people nowadays don't want to eat something that's not fashionable at all, like ramen."

The store manager skillfully measured the noodles, threw them into the pot, and stirred them with chopsticks.

I looked at his honest and short back and felt a little sympathy in my heart.

It is regrettable but helpless that traditional ramen has been replaced by more convenient and delicious fast food. It is natural for old antiques that cannot keep up with the times to be abandoned.

Wait, maybe it’s not abandoned.

The image of a cute girl suddenly appeared in my mind.

"Manager, wasn't there a pink-haired high school girl customer last time?"

"Oh, you're talking about her. She's really an admirable little girl."

Thinking that his ramen-making skills can be loved by young people, the manager's movements seem a lot easier.

I also sighed and said, "At first I thought she had gone into the wrong shop, but then I admired her for the mini ramen that rivaled J. Suzuki's overall vision, her courage to eat the garlic without hesitation and enjoy the violent taste, and her boldness in drinking the noodle soup with garlic in it without caring about the excessive salt content.

"Yes, it's a pity that I never see similar young customers again."

Perhaps it was because of the law that if you say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive, as soon as the words fell, the wind chimes that reminded that a guest was coming rang out.

"Ding bell~"

"welcome."

After the store manager spoke, I looked over as well. The person with long pink hair and a black bow on the forehead was the customer I mentioned earlier!

But this time, she was holding a bouquet of roses, and there was a boy beside her who looked a little listless but had a very handsome face.

Did you find a boyfriend?

But is it really okay to bring your boyfriend to this old ramen shop? Eating garlic will cause a debuff that prevents you from kissing for the whole day!

If you want to date, a French restaurant or a family restaurant would be more suitable.

I really wanted to persuade her to leave here quickly, but it would be impolite to speak up rashly, so I could only eat my noodles while praying for the two of them.

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"Fujiwara-senpai, this is what you call "sincerity"."

Ishigami Yu lifted the door curtain of the ramen shop and entered.

The store is dimly lit, an old wooden structure with only one paper window, but not much light can get through as it is blocked by the tall buildings nearby.

Although the tables and chairs were old, they were wiped clean. The rich aroma filled his nose, making Ishigami Yu patiently decide to have a good meal with Fujiwara Chika.

Fujiwara Chika put the flowers aside, picked an empty seat and sat down, then said with a smile: "Yeah, the ramen in this restaurant is really delicious, so as long as you treat me once, I will help you!"

"All it takes is a bowl of ramen. Fujiwara-senpai is really very convenient... You're such an asshole~"

It was a close call. I almost spoke the truth out loud.

How could this be? Ishigami Yu, people are helping you out of kindness, you should thank them sincerely.

After criticizing himself, Ishigami Yu looked at the menu hanging on the wall of the store.

"Fujiwara-senpai, which type of ramen do you think is the best?"

"Soy sauce tonkotsu ramen... the same one I had last time."

In Neon, soy sauce ramen is a type of ramen based on the characteristics of Chinese noodles, with a salty soy sauce broth and a soup base made from pork bones. Ishigami Yu also became interested in it.

Even the uncle opposite nodded slightly in appreciation.

But Fujiwara Chika continued, "But it's not easy to come to a ramen restaurant, it's nice to try new flavors. Which flavor is better?"

The question was thrown back again.

This is... a trial!

If you don’t choose the flavor she likes, she will definitely make things difficult for you!

This woman is really vindictive. Even though she didn't seem to get angry immediately when I accidentally said something bad about her just now, she has actually made a careful and strict plan in her mind.

You are amazing, Fujiwara-senpai.

Ishigami Yu looked at the menu and thought for a moment. Although there was a section labeled "Popular Tonkotsu Ramen" on it, the merchant advertised this kind of thing to cater to the tastes of the general public, so it could only be regarded as a last resort.

Think carefully about what kind of taste this woman named Fujiwara Chika, Yu Ishigami, would like.

Countless fragments of his time with Fujiwara Chika suddenly emerged in his brain. He then sorted them out based on keywords, screened them again, and combined them together for analysis.

There is only one truth, and that is——

No! Answer!

The two of them weren't particularly familiar with each other, so who knows what she likes! Just like the last few math problems, if you can't do it, you just can't do it -

It’s no use even if Jesus comes!

The frown on the boy's face was noticed by Saburo Odajima.

"You look so serious thinking, are you having trouble choosing? It doesn't matter, as long as the flavor is chosen by the person you like, it will be delicious no matter what—"