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Unfortunately, my throat couldn't take it anymore.
"Feel sorry."
Mochizuki Oboro gently pushed Morgan away, then rushed into the bathroom and aimed at the toilet: "Ugh—"
The three people outside: ...
Because it happened so suddenly, they didn't even understand what was going on.
But hearing the seemingly genuine vomiting, Morgan felt a rather complicated feeling.
"That guy actually dared to provoke Mother like that?!"
Bavanshi was furious and tried to storm into the bathroom to confront him, but Morgan pulled her back.
"Although there was no reason, I think it was a kind of emergency avoidance."
After regaining his composure, Morgan analyzed the most likely outcome based on the details of Mochizuki Oboro's expressions and actions.
[Congratulations to the senior for successfully avoiding a future where they would be mercilessly "humiliated" by Morgan, Bavanshi, and Melousin~]
[Because I avoided the crisis by using the skill "Starry Premonition," I gained experience points for the additional attribute, Luck.]
[Lucky C: 5/30]
Joining Avalon Corporation and staying with Morgan and the other two was a gamble that risked their real-life chastity.
Mochizuki won the bet.
It comes at the cost of inflicting the mental pollution debuff on oneself.
……
“Oh.” Meryl was surprised. “I thought Mochizuki-kun would definitely be defeated by Morgan.”
Sajō Ayaka also put down her binoculars: "Given the circumstances at the time, even if the prince managed to escape home plate, he couldn't escape the other developments."
"I have a feeling that Lord Oboro must be under a lot of psychological pressure." Kiyohime's lips twitched.
Ipsilon couldn't help but interrupt the conversation: "Can you explain why we're lying on the roof?"
"We can't get in from Morgan's side, so we can only observe from other higher places," Meryl said matter-of-factly.
"When will we be able to go from being comedians to being respectable actors..." Kiyohime sighed.
Sajō Aika scoffed, "I'm not some comedian, I'm just gathering information."
"..." x3
"Why don't you say anything?"
Ipsilon stood up and dusted herself off: "I'm going back now. I have a feeling that if this continues, I'll lose to my sister in terms of role positioning."
And so, a member of the following group was eliminated from the stage where she could perform shortly after joining.
"...Merry, do you think I look like a comedian?" Aika Sajou couldn't help but doubt herself.
Meryl thought for a moment, then nodded seriously: "I had this feeling from the moment you first came to Academy City and bumped into Mochizuki-kun."
"Doesn't Miss Sajou realize this?" Kiyohime asked, her face full of doubt.
"Let's not talk about this anymore."
Sajo Aika changed the subject, unwilling to imagine that cruel reality.
However, human thought is not controlled by the brain and always spreads out without boundaries.
Thinking about it carefully, I was the one who fully accepted everything about the prince at the beginning, but so far, apart from using QQ Space once, I haven't achieved anything.
I was the one who contacted my future parents first, but it turns out Tiamat is also a contestant...
No, I can't think about it anymore.
Sajō Aika shook her head, refocusing her attention on reality.
His Highness's plan for the night is to go to Traloc, where he must be closely and meticulously monitored.
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Chapter 162 Teacher, I want to learn cooking!
The Academy City is even more vibrant during the holidays than usual, especially at night.
The streets were bustling with traffic and people coming and going.
The 14th School District is a well-known high-end area in Academy City, where the headquarters of many luxury brands are located.
The thriving villa complexes and the dazzling array of high-end consumer venues are all characteristics of the 14th School District.
Compared to other school districts, District 14 is smaller and is not a place that students visit very often.
"How does it feel?"
Tralock leaned back lazily in his chair, his long, slender, and beautiful legs crossed, exuding the air of a celebrity with every move.
Mochizuki Oboro, a country bumpkin from Tokyo, shook her head: "I can't tell."
Regardless of others, Tralock himself did not care much about the price; everything was centered on the goal of "livability."
If you can't make the residents feel happy, then spending a lot of money is a waste.
If an item can significantly improve one's quality of life, then there's no need to worry about whether it's expensive or affordable.
This is Tralock's attitude towards home life.
"Can't you tell?" Tralock said dismissively. "You just haven't moved in yet. Once you've stayed here for a while, you'll definitely love it, my priest."
No one can resist a comfortable living environment; it's a biological instinct.
Only an hour had passed since Mochizuki Oboro stepped into the villa. She hadn't yet experienced the designs that truly provided convenience in the details of life, so she naturally couldn't appreciate the effort Tralock had put into them.
"Judging from its appearance alone, I quite like it."
Mochizuki Oboro said, "Although this term is now so popular it's almost overused, it does indeed contain a lot of 'golden ratio' design aesthetics. The classic color scheme doesn't cause visual fatigue, and the back garden and the front fountain complement each other..."
When the word "beauty" is mentioned, Mochizuki Oboro becomes unusually enthusiastic and somewhat incessantly talkative.
There has never been a shortage of beautiful people around me lately, but it is extremely rare to see architecture of this caliber. I would gladly do a combination of sculpting, painting, and writing a thesis, without losing any of my passion.
"Right? It seems my priest understands. So, in terms of habitability, essential evaluation indicators include things like 'fountains' and 'pools'—things that are damp..."
twitter.
Guli gua la.
The coincidental shared interests sparked a lively discussion, turning what should have been a romantic and elegant evening into a civil engineering debate.
Mochizuki Oboro's knowledge was so broad it was almost absurd; he could bring up many unexpected angles from Tralock, giving her a fresh perspective.
"Many cities today have lost their unique characteristics, and many so-called tourist attractions are becoming increasingly homogenized. Only cities that rely on natural landscapes still retain some beauty."
“That’s true. As a city spirit servant, while I personally love cities near water sources, differentiation is also necessary. Cities, like humans, possess their own souls, right?”
Their conversation gradually deviated from what ordinary people could understand, heading headlong into the realm of radio waves.
[Skills "Charm of the Source (C)" and "Floral Splendor (A)" have been activated. The additional attribute "Charm (C)" remains active.]
[Strategy Progress Improved]
[Traloc: 45%]
……
School District 15, Camelot Recreation Center.
restaurant.
Sunglasses, mask, and breath concealment. A perfect combo.
Kama entered the private room that Miss Tsuru had booked, put down his belongings, and got straight to the point.
“I’ve seen his photos. If I’m not mistaken, I’ve known him before.” Gamo assessed: “What idols value is their looks and charisma. With a little grooming, he can be quite good-looking, and he has an unparalleled advantage in terms of charisma.”
Miss He nodded and flashed her signature fanatical smile: "I knew you would understand me!"
No, I don't quite understand.
Kama rested his chin on his hand: "What's more important is the packaging. He's a capricious person who has ambiguous relationships with many women and never thought of hiding it. The paparazzi could easily dig these things out."
Miss He disagreed: "You just need to teach him how to perform on stage. I'll take care of the manager."
"So, I'm going to be a dance teacher?" Kama breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good, no more trouble."
On the other side, in School District 7.
"Have you thought it through? Once I start teaching, it'll be hellish difficulty, huh?"
Red Enma took a sip of steaming green tea and said slowly.
“Mastering cooking is also essential for the bride’s training,” Tamamo-no-Mae said firmly.
Kiyohime closed her fan, her eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit: "In order to gain an advantage in the competition with the others, the first thing to do is to firmly win over Oboro-sama's stomach!"
Red Enma's Cooking Class.
The harshest kitchen hell. Once you step through this door, Teacher Hong will not show any leniency until you graduate.
"Please, Ms. Hong!" x2
Tamamo-no-Mae and Kiyohime had no idea what kind of hell they had stepped into.
The two kitchen novices had a simple idea: as long as they learned the techniques from a master chef, they would surely be able to acquire excellent culinary skills.
Kiyohime, unwilling to succumb to the draconian group of followers, and Tamamo-no-Mae, striving to become the perfect bride, both harbor different goals but embark on the same path.
“Alright,” Red Enma said seriously, “First, let’s do a basic test, chirp.”
From basic knife skills to seasoning control and the cuisine they specialize in... Only by understanding each student's personal information can Teacher Hong tailor her teaching to their individual needs and help them achieve maximum growth.
after an hour.
Red Enma Alter drew his Enma sword (?), his eyes filled with indifference towards unrecyclable waste.
"Let me be your second, chu."
This goes beyond being a novice; it's utter contempt for the art of cooking.
Kiyohime is a Berserker-class Servant and a first-year high school student at Finis Academy.
The special skill is Samadhi Fire. It has already burned three pots and carbonized a lot of the food.
Tamamo-no-Mae is a Caster-class Servant and a second-year student at Chaldea University.
The special skill was based on assumptions. Thinking that adding a little MSG would make it more flavorful, he sprinkled in most of a bag at once. He also thought that turning up the heat when frying rice would make it better, so he had Kiyohime help with the combustion.
"Teacher Hong is so scary."
Tamamo-no-Mae trembled all over. At this moment, she was completely suppressed in the cooking class and could not muster the slightest thought of protesting.
Kiyohime crouched down, covering her head in defense. She knew she shouldn't use Samadhi Fire directly, but Berserker-class Servants all possessed the "Madness" trait to some extent, and she couldn't help but speak up...
This is the domain of Red Enma, and no one may desecrate it... except for today's two new students.
Kiyohime.
Red Enma Alter coldly named names.
"exist."
"You should go wait at the Bridge of Helplessness. If you serve your dish to the 'Lord Oboro' you mentioned, you might be able to continue your relationship in the underworld."
"puff--"
Pierced by a thousand arrows, Kiyohime was transformed into a solid hedgehog.
"Tamamo-mae."
"Migu?"
"Listen to me, never cook for yourself when you get married, or you'll kill your husband and children. If you go too far, you'll end up like Kiyohime, guarding the underworld. I can at least do you a favor."
Teacher Hong wasn't lying. It's one thing for ordinary people to cook badly, but these two Servants really didn't know their own strength when they started cooking.
“Puwa——”
Tamamo-no-Mae burned to pale ash, her dream of becoming a bride shattered.