"Felyn, I can't open it."
"Do it yourself."
"Felyn, help me open this bottle."
"Do it yourself."
"Felyn, feed me."
"Do it yourself!"
It was over.
After getting a taste of success, Viloti’s clever mind evolved her understanding of acting spoiled at an unbelievable speed.
This rare genius of St. Andros Academy, not seen in a hundred years, had rapidly figured out the best way to get along with Felyn—
Just cling to him relentlessly.
If he had known it would turn out like this, he would’ve never agreed to her demands...
Felyn started regretting it, but it was already too late.
If things kept going this way, he was seriously afraid Viloti’s terrifying learning ability would eventually turn her into someone like Bernice—someone who knew exactly how to please him.
Behind the bike shed, Felyn gently placed the lunchbox on his knees.
He hadn’t thrown away the lunch Bernice had given him. Having just arrived in this world, he could barely feed himself—wasting food like that was unthinkable.
It felt like lately, he was constantly being toyed with by these beautiful girls.
Was he some kind of terrifying final boss they were all trying to conquer, spending sleepless nights studying strategies to defeat him?
The lunchbox was wrapped in a light blue cloth dotted with white flowers.
Felyn untied the cloth and lifted the lid, and a mouthwatering aroma immediately hit him.
Golden tamagoyaki rolls had been cut into neat little squares, and the plump meatballs were coated in a rich, glossy sauce.
On top of the rice, someone had drawn a little bear face with sauce, the round head detailed with nori for the eyes and mouth.
Far off, on the rooftop of the school building—
Bernice leaned against the balcony railing, her feet dangling in midair.
The brilliant smile she'd worn earlier had completely vanished, replaced by a lifeless, doll-like expression.
In front of her, a magnifying glass-like portal shimmered into existence again, showing Felyn’s every move with perfect clarity.
The moment Felyn opened her lunchbox, Bernice tensed up.
The bandages wrapped around her fingers revealed how poorly her cooking had gone.
She had woken up at 4 AM to cook, aiming for perfection.
This was her seventh attempt.
When Felyn took the first bite, then immediately set down his spoon, Bernice’s heart stopped.
Was it bad?
She gripped the railing tightly, her lashes drooping.
But then Felyn just took a sip of water and continued eating.
Bernice’s lashes lifted slightly, and her feet swung slowly in the air.
So this... this was how it felt to watch someone eat the food you made.
The girl on the rooftop didn’t even realize how long she had been staring at him.
"Felyn, why won’t you trade?"
Viloti tilted her head, stubbornly thrusting her lunchbox toward Felyn.
Even after offering an astronomical price of 2,000 crowns to swap lunches, Felyn still refused to give up Bernice’s lunchbox.
"I’m afraid Bernice might’ve poisoned it."
"Liar."
The afternoon breeze brought a peaceful laziness with it, gently lifting Viloti’s bangs.
The shadows of tree leaves on the ground nodded along, playing across the steps.
Felyn really didn’t know what to do with her anymore.
She was more terrifying than artificial intelligence.
At this rate, she was bound to conquer humanity.
"Felyn, you like Bernice."
"I do not!"
"Liar. You kept staring at her breast."
"Eh?"
Felyn did have to admit he had glanced at Bernice’s breast, but that was only because today her padding was just too perfectly done.
He had purely been curious, from a scholarly perspective!
Had this young lady really caught even that tiny flicker of inquisitive gaze?
"What if I do like Bernice?" Felyn cut off the little bear’s head from the rice with his spoon and popped it into his mouth.
Viloti froze for a second, quietly setting her lunchbox on her knees.
Her hands rested lightly on the box, her head bowed, lost in thought.
"Then... I'll wait until you don’t like her anymore."
A breeze brushed against Felyn’s eyes, and he instinctively rubbed them.
Did this young lady even realize what she was saying?
"Come on, eat."
Viloti gave a small hum of acknowledgment, then lifted the lid and started eating with tiny, delicate bites.
The girl's scent beside him made the meal strangely appetizing.
Before he knew it, Felyn had finished everything inside the lunchbox.
"Felyn, tomorrow I’ll make lunch myself," Viloti said, staring at his now-empty lunchbox.
"Oh."
Felyn answered absentmindedly at first, not really processing it.
But when he saw her staring intently at the empty box in his hands, he suddenly realized—
Was she planning to bring him lunch too?
"How many portions are you planning to make?" Felyn asked cautiously.
"Three portions."
"Huh? Why three?" Felyn tilted his head, meeting Viloti’s serious gaze.
"Me, you, and Bernice."
"Why is Bernice included?!"
"Because you like staring at her breast. So she might as well eat with us—you can watch while you eat."
"Hey! I don’t like her! I wasn’t staring at her breast!"
Seeing Felyn panic and desperately deny it, Viloti’s lips curled into a victorious little smile.
Watching him so eager to clear things up about Bernice showed that he didn’t actually have feelings for her.
Smart Viloti had already learned how to trap Felyn, and he still hadn't even noticed.
Behind a tree, Sophia, who was secretly spying on them, couldn’t help but wriggle like some kind of lizard rubbing against the bark.
Heh heh.
Heh heh heh.
Heh heh heh heh heh.
Those two were definitely getting way closer!
Still pretending they didn’t love each other?
Still claiming they didn’t even know what love was?
A bunch of liars.
If this wasn’t the smell of romance, then what was?
For the first time, Sophia realized that besides teaching, she actually had a hidden talent for matchmaking.
If she ever gave up teaching and became a love coach, there’d be a whole new wave of tragic, bittersweet youth literature!
If it weren’t for her giving Viloti advice, how could Viloti be taking the initiative so well?
Your wedding—I’m totally sitting at the VIP table!
The afternoon wind gently carried away time.
Felyn soaked up his daily dose of sunlight in the warm air.
"Felyn, are you still coming to tutoring this afternoon?" Viloti asked.
Oh, right. They were supposed to be study partners.
"I’ve got something else this afternoon. I won’t trouble you for now."
Viloti made a soft whimper in her throat, her gaze drifting down toward her own feet.
No... she couldn’t keep relying on using her feet to seduce Felyn.
Otherwise, he’d start thinking she was some kind of shallow, easy girl.
It seemed her hesitation last night had still caused some misunderstanding.
Viloti absentmindedly rubbed her feet with both hands, her eyes slightly dazed.
Felyn was about to leave when he felt his communication sigil buzz.
It was a message from Teacher Sophia.
[Your school subsidy has been revoked.]
[Huh?! Why?!]
[We went through all that trouble to set up a study group for you and you don’t even show up. What’s going on inside your head?]
Felyn put down the sigil and glanced around.
Teacher Sophia— you've been spying this whole time, haven’t you?!!
(End of Chapter)