Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure (Part 2)

(81) TMotDS: Announcement of Results!

"Oi! Barret!" Grim's yelling could be heard when Jonah entered the kitchen. Grim and Barret were glaring at each other while Lou and Soo sat on top of the fridge, watching the show.

"This chicken is undercook!" Grim yelled, swinging his chicken on a skewer. "We'll get a stomachache if we ate one!"

"You ate one but you didn't get one!" Barret yelled back. "Besides, the rarer the meat, the more original the taste!"

"That doesn't work for chickens, you dumb ghost!"

"What are you guys making today?" Jonah asked, as he opened the fridge and took out the orange juice carton.

"Just some chicken on the skewer," Lou answered. "We don't want it to be burnt to crisp, so we only grilled it for five seconds."

Jonah chuckled, reaching for a glass to pour his juice. "You know you can just lower the heat."

"We know," Soo shrugged. "We just think this is more entertaining."

Jonah rolled his eyes and turned around as he leaned back against the counter, watching the fight and sipping on his juice.

"Well then." Barret leaned forward, his face nearly pressing onto Grim. "If you know better about cooking than me, prove it!"

"Oh, I'll show you!" Grim leaned back, holding both ends of the skewer with his paws. "With my fire, I can burn this chicken into perfection!" Grim puffed up his cheek, ready to spit his flame-

"Umpft!" Grim held his breath for a few seconds. Jonah frowned at this. Was he... Hesitating? That's weird. Grim would never miss the chance to show off his power. The cat let out a huff. "It'll be useless if I use my power. You can't learn from that."

Barret snickered. "What's a matter? Cat got your tongue?"

Grim hissed again. "I'm not a cat!"

"Okay. Okay." Jonah finally decided to step up, snatching the skewer from Grim's hand and turned on the stove. "Did you guys cook the rice yet?"

Barret and Grim paled. "N-No..." the ghost muttered.

Jonah sighed. "Then, can I get help for that?"

Barret beamed. "Right away."

As Jonah placed the chicken on to the griller again, he sometimes stole glances toward Grim. The cat didn't look weak or sick. He looked fine, just like usual. Jonah bit inside his cheek. Maybe he was overthinking this. Maybe he ran out of energy after those whole final exams, just like him. Maybe he could make up some mood booster after this. Hopefully, he didn't need to take Grim to the vet.

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"Alright, you dogs," Crewel stated as the class. In his hands, he was holding a stack of paper. He smacked the back of his hand onto it. "Before we begin, first, I'll be distributing your test papers."

From the other side of the classroom, Deuce took a deep breath. "It's finally time."

"Nyaha!" Grim cheered from his seat. "Test results, come to papa~!"

"Stay, Grim, stay!" scolded Crewel. "I'll start calling your seat numbers, so come up here and get them. Number 1!"

After the first two students, it was Jonah and Grim's turned. Crewel gave the paper back to them but Jonah noticed how the teacher's lips curled up. "You've done well," he said. Jonah blinked. Both Grim and him went back to their seat as the teacher continued calling his students.

Grim was the first one to flip his paper. He let out a squeal. "Look, Jonah!" he screamed, shoving the paper in front of Jonah's face. On the corner of the page, there were numbers written with blue ink. In the scoring, the blue mark usually means you passed the average score, while red means you get below that. "I got 85 points!"