Her ability to top consecutive tests wasn’t just for show, and Fuyuka’s intelligence was far beyond than expected.

Answers to the problems that Asahi was stuck with were given in a straightforward manner, and the teaching style was precise, polite, and easy to understand.

“Substitute the second equation here and solve the quadratic equation and you’ll be able to find the solution.”

“…I see.”

“The next problem is solved the same way. Don’t forget to use the formula to solve it.”

It was also much more efficient than endlessly racking my brain alone, and my studies progressed to the point where studying in the library in agony became ridiculous.

“Amazing, even right now you can establish yourself as a teacher.”

“…You’re overreacting. If you have time to joke around, please solve the problem quickly.”

Submitting to her words, he turned to his notebook, and heard a small sigh emerging from beside him. Asahi couldn’t help but chuckle at her sigh.

Her attitude and words were plain, but there was no coldness behind it that rejected others.

If Asahi asked a question, she would patiently accompany him until he understood, and if he got the right answer, she would occasionally praise him.

Even though all of this was done to make up for the debt, Fuyuka was still very human in a good way, as she didn’t feel like the “Ice Lady”.

Although I only washed the rice for a short amount of time, the rice looked fluffy and delicious even though it had only been soaking in water for a hot minute.

Today since I was late getting home in the first place, and with the sudden start of the study session, I had no time at all to make dinner.

The plan was to eat the curry that had been left over from yesterday, but then Asahi heard a familiar sound.

―grooowwwll…

In conjunction with the cute sound, one girl’s face turns bright red.

“…Would you like some leftover curry if you don’t mind?”

Curry that has been left overnight becomes richer and more flavorful. However, if you are not careful about how you store it, there was a danger of what is called Weil’s diseases – and while I was thinking about this, Fuyuka’s gaze turned to me. [TL: Wait really?]

Her caramel eyes were covered with a transparent film, and her cheeks, which were originally supposed to be milky white, were flushed like apples.

“…I’ll have to decline.”

Shaking her head slightly, Fuyuka turned her head away from me out of embarrassment.

I don’t know if there was some hesitation in the fact that there was a slight pause, but I don’t know what she’s thinking.