Classroom of the Elite: I Have the Ability to Read Minds! (COTE)

Chapter 70: Horikita Suzune, You Should Be Expelled!

Chapter 70: Horikita Suzune, You Should Be Expelled!

Chabashira-sensei wasn't lying-her cooking skills were top-notch.

From the hearty stews to the savory miso soup, everything was so delicious that Yuto and Airi couldn't stop praising her. Their taste buds and stomachs were thoroughly satisfied.

After savoring the meal Chabashira-sensei had prepared, Airi abandoned her idea of competing for control of the kitchen.

She decided that Chabashira-sensei would handle all three meals a day, while she would focus on the apartment's other chores.

'I'm determined to secretly learn all of Sensei's cooking secrets,' Airi thought.

'Because after we graduate, I'll be the one personally responsible for Yuto-kun's meals!'

After their feast, Airi nudged Yuto and Chabashira-sensei toward the living room to relax, taking over the dishwashing duties herself.

Unable to argue with her enthusiasm, Yuto let her have her way.

Chabashira-sensei made herself completely at home. Sitting on the living room sofa, she crossed her legs, the black stockings accentuating their tempting curves.

"Shimizu, are you confident about your bet with the Basketball Club?"

"Of course I am," Yuto replied. "Why else would I make a bet with them? If I lose, I actually have to join the Basketball Club."

Chabashira-sensei glanced at the brat. The Basketball Club wasn't just any club; it was an elite group. Yuto had been personally invited by the club captain himself, yet he had the audacity to refuse.

If the reserve players knew how little this kid cared about joining, they'd be green with envy.

She glanced at her wristwatch. "It's half past eight. Yuto-kun, go change into your sportswear. We're heading to the basketball court."

"Chabashira-sensei, you're coming too?"

"Yes. I have nothing better to do tonight, and watching you gamble on the court seems like a great way to pass the time," she said, her eyes lingering on his athletic form.

In truth, she was eager to see him dominate the court again.

"The rest of the apartment is still covered in dust, sensei," Yuto retorted. "You have plenty of work to do."

She glared at the brat who dared to assign her chores. "I'm exhausted. Can't it wait until tomorrow?"

"Fine, it's not urgent anyway..." Yuto grumbled.

If Chabashira‑sensei hadn't been the one responsible for his three meals a day, Yuto would have chased her around and forced her to finish the cleaning-poisoning his food in retaliation be damned.

What was so great about watching a basketball match anyway? Cleaning the apartment was way more important!

Yuto called out to Airi, who was busy in the kitchen, then left the apartment with Chabashira-sensei, heading toward the basketball court.

Though Yuto was only a first-year high school student, he had already outgrown Chabashira-sensei in height. To any observer, the two walking together looked like close friends or perhaps a couple.

Yet, their relationship was strictly that of student and teacher.

Walking beside him, Chabashira-sensei elegantly exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke. Suddenly, her eyes caught a glimpse of a sharp, aloof figure on the street to their left.