Uneasy daily life

I should ask the guest what he looks like later!

Chapter Seventy-Seven: I'd like an omelet rice!

Maid cafe.

The walls are covered with various handmade drawings of smiley faces and cute symbols such as five-pointed stars, and a high school girl dressed as a maid greets you with a smile: "Welcome, Master."

"Ugh!"

Goto Ichiri hid in the back, looking at a group of familiar faces and letting out a mournful cry.

"Huh? Goto-kun actually came back?!"

Kita Ikuyo said, moved, "I never expected Goto-kun to overcome the difficulties on his own! Here, this is the hair tie you dropped!"

Goto Ichiri took the hair tie, letting out a broken laugh: "Uh... um ahahaha..."

Strictly speaking, it should be said that it was overcome?

[Hmm? What's Hero Pro doing here? Your maid outfit is truly astonishing. Your hair cascades down to your waist, the long skirt covers your knees, white stockings encase your feet, and your little leather shoes are exquisite yet adorable. The most wonderful thing is your lifeless eyes—they seem both alive and dead. The label of maid dominates your body, and nothing else is allowed, not even pain, which is considered affected...]

The disparity between maid and mistress, the compromise between humanity and the times, your numbness is the most silent accusation—the perfect gaze!

She fell into a coma after encountering a black-robed, masked, perverted human trafficker, and when she woke up, she had already been taken back to a maid shop...

"Oh..." Ijichi Niinka was a little surprised, "Is this Pochi-chan?"

"Ah, um!"

Goto Ichiri nodded nervously. The classmate in front of her smiled and stepped aside. The fluffy maid outfit, with only a small part of the neckline showing, was perfectly normal, but it was more form-fitting than a tracksuit, highlighting Goto Ichiri's beautiful figure, to the point that the maid outfit had a slightly inappropriate feel to it.

Yamada Ryo looked at it carefully for a few moments, then let out a calm exclamation: "Oh—I didn't expect Pochi to look so expensive when he dressed up like that."

"Haha, Pochi-chan is a beautiful girl after all." Ichiji Nijika nodded in agreement, recalling her visit to Pochi's house, and then delivered a lightning-fast whirlwind elbow strike. "What do you mean 'expensive'?!"

"Guests, please stop talking!" Goto Ichiri couldn't bear the discussion among acquaintances and was so embarrassed that she wished she could disappear on the spot. In despair, she closed her eyes and shouted, "Please thank me for your patronage!"

"What are you saying, Goto-kun? Our guests have just arrived—please take a seat."

Another girl politely interrupted the maid who was trying to shoo away the guests, and extended her hand in invitation.

"Chitanda and Oreki..."

As soon as the group rushed into the classroom, which had been decorated as a coffee shop, Hachiman Hikigaya noticed the two people already in their seats and instinctively turned his head to look for them... Hmm, the club president isn't here.

In short, pretend you don't know them, find a secluded corner to eat, pay the bill, and leave...

"Hey? Xiao Qian! Xiao Zhe!"

Yui Yuigahama reached out and greeted them with delight.

When Hachiman Hikigaya saw Chitanda Eru put down the menu and excitedly start joining other tables, he knew things wouldn't stay quiet.

Well, it's better to have more people; it'll make it easier to divert attention.

A group of people sat down in a noisy commotion.

Hachiman Hikigaya naturally sat down on the other side of Houtarou Oreki and asked indirectly, "Did you see anyone else?"

Houtarou Oreki considered the question in a flash: should they form an alliance...?

"Oh, he probably didn't see her," Hachiman Hikigaya casually remarked. "He probably only has Chitanda in his eyes."

"Huh?" Kita Ikuyo looked at Chitanda Eru and Oreki Houtarou curiously. "Are you two a couple?"

“Hmm…” Chitanda Eru tilted her head and pondered for a moment before concluding, “Not yet.”

Oh—not yet.

As if they had no teacher, the girls' eyes shifted meaningfully from Chitanda Eru to Oreki Houtarou, mixed with good-natured teasing.

"What do you want?"

Houtarou Oreki handed over the menu. Very well, let Hikigaya become the sacrifice to please Hakukage!

"Wow..." Niji Natsumi exclaimed in surprise, "A cosmic heart-shaped big bang omelet rice? What is that?"

Goto Ichiri, who was acting as a waiter, shook his head: "I don't know."

Yamada Ryo pointed to the menu: "How about this absolutely wonderful☆sweet and bouncy omelet rice?"

Goto Ichiri: "I don't know."

"Hey, hey!" Chitanda Eru raised her hand and asked, "Where's the Hell's Feast! The Explosive Flavor Omelette Rice?"

“I don’t know,” Goto Ichiri repeated, adding, “Anyway… it depends on the chef’s skill? Since it’s all omelet rice, it seems the budget was all spent on maid outfits, so the menu is quite simple…”

Yui Yuigahama glanced at the flashy menu: "This doesn't look very simple..."

"Wow—" Yamada Ryo glanced at the menu and suddenly exclaimed, "Free gift—Top Secret! A maid's spell to make omelet rice delicious?!"

Their gazes fell on the maid.

"Ah, I'm a food runner!" Goto Ichiri exclaimed, startled, and quickly declined, "I don't do that kind of work..."

Ryo Yamada uttered his classic line: "The customer is God."

Ichiji Natsumi appealed to her emotions: "Since you're going to be a maid anyway, why don't you give it a try, Pochi-chan?"

"You should order!"

Goto Ichiri stiffly changed the subject. Seeing that she looked like she was about to turn to dust and disappear with the wind, the others focused their attention on the menu.

The dish names are basically in the following format: fancy. Omelette Rice.

The prices are all the same and very cheap, emphasizing maximum entertainment value.

Houtarou Oreki waited silently until everyone else had finished ordering their omelet rice before speaking up, "I'd like a regular omelet rice."

"Mmmmmmm..."

Goto Ichiri quickly jotted down notes with a pen and paper halfway through the lesson, then fled the classroom in a flash.

so horrible!

The atmosphere of acquaintances, acquaintances, and strangers mixed together is as terrifying as undercooked rice; socially anxious people simply cannot survive in such an environment!

"I'm going to the toilet."

Hachiman Hikigaya watched the other person leave, then naturally stood up.

"I'll go with you."

Houtarou Oreki then got up.

The two seemed to exchange a glance for half a second before silently leaving together.

"Hmm...it really will be like this." Yui Yuigahama sighed as she watched the two figures walk away.

Chitanda Eru's first question was, "What do you mean?"

"Boys who are close friends will go to the bathroom together."

With only the girls present, there was no pressure in the conversation. Yui Yuigahama asked, "Have you all noticed this before?"

Ichi Nijika crossed her arms and tilted her head, saying, "I usually help out at my sister's shop, so I haven't paid much attention—do guys have this habit?"

"Will it?" Yamada Ryo pondered. "I'm not sure."

Kita Ikuyo offered a new perspective: "This has nothing to do with whether you're a boy or a girl, right? If you're close, you'll go together."

"Huh?" Ijichi Nigatsu asked in surprise, "Ryo?"

“You wouldn’t, and of course I wouldn’t either,” Yamada Ryo said seriously. “Who would make such a big fuss about going to the toilet, calling out to their friends? That’s indecent.”

Kita Yuyo blushed and stammered, "Seriously! Very seriously!" "The break time is so short, it's normal interaction between friends," which made the atmosphere lively.

"A few guests!" the maid said through gritted teeth with a smile, "Please don't discuss strange things in a coffee shop!"

"Hmm..." Chitanda Eru thought seriously for a moment, then asked, "Excuse me, do you know how to do it?"

The maid's eyes darted around, and she coughed slightly: "Is it possible that those two guests aren't just close friends, but rather have a very good relationship?"

"?!"

A short while later, Hachiman Hikigaya and Houtarou Oreki returned. The former sensed that something was wrong, but had no chance to make an excuse to escape. The latter, like a prison guard escorting a prisoner, was determined to teach this guy a lesson about what it means to make a fool of yourself.

The two boys, who were scheming against each other, sat down.

Hmm? Why do their eyes seem a little strange? ×2.

Before they could finish gathering information, a food cart was suddenly pushed in through the door. The cart was filled with plates covered with stainless steel lids. Since they couldn't find any flowers or other decorations, the lids were simply garnished with a small bunch of cilantro.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

The masked man in black robes chuckled as he pushed the food cart in, and the café fell silent for a moment. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was there to order extra food instead of a full meal.

The maid was also a little confused, and gave Goto Ichiri a look: Is this the enthusiastic chef you were talking about?

Goto Ichiri didn't understand, but she had a subtle feeling—all eyes were drawn to the white figure, and even though she was standing right next to it, she didn't get a single bit of attention...

Ah, it gives me a real sense of security.

Hachiman Hikigaya frowned. "Minister?"

"Hahaha, these guests have placed a big order, so I, the head chef, have to come out and serve." A clear and melodious voice rang out as the masked man in black robes took out plates of omelet rice and placed them in front of the group with a clanging sound. Although his movements were polite, he was a bit careless in the details. "Now it's time to introduce my masterpiece—this guest, you ordered the Passionately Flavored Omelet Rice!"

Hachiman Hikigaya secretly observed the other person's actions. It didn't seem to be the club president? After all, this was a cultural festival, and students who usually seemed well-behaved would become strange and mischievous... If it were the club president, he would probably handle the inexplicable details very well.

The lid was opened, revealing a reddish-white rice topped with an omelet lying horizontally, garnished with a fresh chili pepper. Kita Ikuyo leaned back, gasping for breath, then coughed violently from the spiciness emanating from it: "W-what kind of omelet rice is this?"

"Passionate and fiery! Burn, omelet rice!"

"..."

Seems correct? Kita Yuki's expression is ambiguous; did he just open a ghost from a blind box?!

The black-robed, masked man paced to the side, his hands waving within his robes, and a melodious voice chanted an invigorating magic spell: "Infinitely hot! Passion burning! Flames on your tongue! Heart and lungs scorching! Become even hotter—hot! hot! hot!"

He's probably a minister, right?!

Hachiman Hikigaya took a deep breath and began racking his brains for a solution.

Thank you, just hearing about it makes me angry.

Kita Ikuyo took a deep breath, her expression hardening – since she had drawn the Oni, she had to be prepared to play the game; that was the mindset of a social butterfly!

"Wow, what an interesting menu!" Ichiji Nijika exclaimed, intrigued. "What about mine? Mine is something sweet and sour, what was it again?"

"Sweet and sour ☆ Tossing and turning omelet rice".

Lifting the lid reveals a simple omelet rice topped with a specially prepared dark red sauce. The steam from the food rises and wafts around the nose, easily creating a well in the back of the tongue.

"Looks like I've won the lottery?" Nijika Ichichi exclaimed in surprise.

"Dreams are bittersweet, but gritting your teeth makes them bitter. If life is sweet, believe in never losing!" The black-robed, masked man recited, pacing back and forth, pointing at the omelet rice with an imposing air, "Become even sweeter! — Sweet! Sweet! Sweet!"

Ichi Nijika felt a subtle change in her mind.

Yamada Ryo proactively lifted the lid off his own bowl, leaning back slightly: "This, this is... the Stargazing Omelette Rice?!"

The oval-shaped egg roll was decorated with fish eyes, probably because they couldn't find a big fish, so they used the eyes of saury as decorations... The eyes were so densely packed that Yamada Ryo couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Eyes devoid of light, gazing into the deep sky, soul adrift beyond the heavens, not a single word uttered!" the black-robed, masked man murmured eerily, "Become even more numb! — Numb! Numb! Numb!"

Yamada Ryo: “…”

Ichiji Nijika paused, then hesitated, "Speaking of which, about the song..."

"I'm writing it." Yamada Ryo skillfully shifted the blame. "Bochi is in charge of the lyrics. Have the lyrics been unpacked yet?"

"Ah, I'm writing it, it shouldn't be long..."

Goto Ichiri is telling a lie that anyone can see through at a glance.

It's almost certainly a minister!

Hachiman Hikigaya is now certain.

"...Shiro?" Yui Yuigahama tentatively asked.

“This guest—”

The black-robed, masked man didn't answer. Instead, he lifted the lid off the table in front of Yui Yuigahama and shouted in a dramatic, trembling voice, "You ordered the Love☆Youth Invincible Stealing Omelet Rice!"

All eyes in the classroom turned to her. Yui Yuigahama looked down and saw the words "Little Penguin Biu~ Biu!" drawn in ketchup on the omelet rice. With a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, she picked up her spoon and quickly destroyed the evidence. She then slammed her hand on the table in embarrassment and anger: "Shiro—!"