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𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐲: Me

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𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐲: Me.


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CHAPTER 19

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WEDNESDAY

MAY 03, 2006


"Waaah~" The little white-haired girl's face vented a delighted look as she enjoyed a mouthful of tamagoyaki that Yaga prepared.

Since Satoru hadn't fed her before their departure, the bearded teacher insisted on cooking for her, and so here they are in the school's small canteen. With the lack of staff, this area has become self service, which anyone can access.

The teacher's lips curved up into a tiny smile as his eyes trained on her munching cheeks. If he focused closely, he swore he would be able to hear boing boing each time they bounced.

Noticing his transfixed gaze, she hovered the wooden chopsticks on the dish, making him raise his eyebrows. He wondered if she changed her mind and decided she didn't like it.

The thought made him panic.

If that's the issue, they will have to eat in town... and he doesn't like that knowing she will have to walk or travel with an empty stomach.

She held a concentrated gaze—no blinking whatsoever—before she slowly descended the utensil, picking up one roll before surely and steadily lifting it up to his lips.

"Eat too, Mister Sensei!" She cheerfully uttered, grinning from ear to ear. "I selected the most perfect one!" She moved her hand side to side where he looked at before switching over to her twinkling eyes.

When they said the eyes are the windows to the soul... they were correct, considering she seemed so pleased with her choice that it basically oozed out of it.

So he gobbled it with no hesitation; saying his thanks afterwards. He didn't know what kind of standards she had to say it was indeed the perfect one—because they all appeared the same—but since she's the one who picked it, he gratefully accepted.

If this offer came from Satoru or his other students, he would probably decline. [Cough] Definitely decline.

"Hehe! It's yummy! Right?!" Under the table, her legs swayed in giddiness.

"It's just eggs, Suzura-chan." His tone embedded with concern. Does his brother not feed her properly?

Satoru was never one to act responsible. Does he even cook? For all he knew, the guy has a sweet addiction. Does he feed her the right things?

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