Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 175 - 109. Kantou Competition (1)2

As he waited for Jiutiao ijie, the pot bubbled cheerfully, and its fragrance filled the entire flat.

Jiutiao ijie arrived promptly at eight o’clock.

"Finally, you’re here. I’m starving," Dubian Che said as he opened the door.

Jiutiao ijie wore a simple short-sleeved top tucked into her skirt, accentuating her graceful waistline.

She sat down by the low table and glanced at the array of dishes: "After you called , I didn’t eat anything. If it’s not delicious and disappoints , you’re going to have to dance as a punishnt."

"Sll this aroma," Dubian Che gestured towards the hotpot invitingly.

Jiutiao ijie’s small, delicate nose sniffed: "It’s just so-so."

"Sll it carefully."

She sniffed again: "I don’t see what’s so special about rice paddy duck."

"Duck or no duck doesn’t matter; it’s all filled with my love," Dubian Che said.

Jiutiao ijie gave Dubian Che a sideways glance and picked up the glass he had prepared for her: "Pour a drink, and add so ice."

"Didn’t my love get through?"

Jiutiao ijie tapped the base of her glass on the table, signaling him to cut the chatter.

Dubian Che was hungry too and stopped joking around. He poured her a drink, added ice cubes, and then arranged the ingredients in the pearly white broth.

Once everything was ready, they started with the ingredients that cooked quickly.

Dubian Che picked up a piece of duck at for her, looking at her expectantly: "Try it."

Jiutiao ijie didn’t eat it imdiately but first moved the duck skin to Dubian Che’s bowl before tasting the at.

"How is it?" Dubian Che asked.

"Hmm," Jiutiao ijie nodded noncommittally.

Getting such a response, Dubian Che was already satisfied and felt that his afternoon’s labor was worthwhile.

He tossed the duck skin into his mouth.

Jiutiao ijie picked up a slice of Wagyu beef that had been cooked to perfection and nodded approvingly.

After eating a bit, she asked Dubian Che for another bowl of rice.

"Been busy lately?" Dubian Che slurped so soup-soaked tofu.

"There are a few projects. I wouldn’t say I’m very busy, but I don’t have much free ti."

"So, will you co to my competition tomorrow?"

"The Kantou competition is boring. Let’s talk about it at the nationals."

"You seem pretty confident about ."

"I believe in Kiyono Lin’s skills," Jiutiao ijie said with a glance at Dubian Che, then she put the food from her chopsticks into her mouth and got burnt by a potato.

She frowned, with her little red tongue peeking out slightly.

Looking up at Jiutiao ijie’s expression, Dubian Che couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

With a cold face, Jiutiao ijie dumped the bitten potato into his bowl.

The two chatted as they ate, the hotpot boiling away, with steam filling the air between them.

After finishing the hotpot, Dubian Che leaned against the wall, sipping the leftover orange juice and watching an unfinished docuntary.

Jiutiao ijie, feeling stuffed, lay her head on his lap and rested her eyes to digest her food.

Strands of black hair fell onto her face, and Dubian Che, with his index finger, carefully and gently tucked them behind her ear.

Jiutiao ijie reached out and held Dubian Che’s hand that had been caressing her face.

Her hand was soft and delicate, and Dubian Che couldn’t resist gently kneading it.

The heat passed through their skin, and Jiutiao ijie found it comforting, resembling a massage. Her relaxed expression made her look even more languorous.

The air conditioning blew cool air, leftover food sat on the table, and occasionally, a dog barked outside.

After a night flavored with duck, the Kantou competition was next, and like always, Dubian Che arrived at the music classroom extra early.

The only person who used to be there before him was Mayi Asuka, but today, there were three more, all seriously practicing.

When Kiyono Lin arrived, the Wind Instrunt Club practiced their set piece and choice piece from beginning to end several tis.

Before they started moving instrunts, Kiyono Lin said, "Does everyone rember what our goal is?"

"National competition gold dal!"

"That’s right, so don’t waste all your nerves on the Kantou competition. Save it for when we really go all out at the nationals."

The Wind Instrunt Club burst into laughter, relaxing their grip on their instrunts.

Once the laughter died down, Kiyono Lin added, "If you do get really nervous, just look at the scores in your hands."

Everyone’s scores were tattered and filled with notes.

"Alright, let’s head out."

"Yes!"

The Kantou competition was held in an international conference hall in Bunkyo District, Tokyo.

Goda, located in Shinjuku District, was closely connected to the competition venue in Bunkyo District, which is why they had enough ti to practice in the morning.

"Hey, do you think if we make it to nationals, we’ll have to go to Nagoya a day early?" asked a boy on the bus.

"Maybe," answered a girl.

"I really want to see Tenshu Pavilion!"

"I want to visit Nagoya University; my goal is to get into the law faculty there."

"Yuzao, where would you like to go?" asked a boy.

Yuzao Haoi was much more calm than before, perhaps because her score was the one with the most notes on it.

Looking up thoughtfully, she had an allure that captivated the boys.

"I want to see the cherry blossoms at Yamazaki River. I heard there are hundreds of cherry trees along the one-kiloter walkway."

"Are you silly," Dubian Che couldn’t help but speak up, "The national competition is in November. Where will you find cherry blossoms to see? Do you think you’re Sakurai Haruhi?"

"...Who’s Sakurai Haruhi? Is she prettier than ?"

Is that the point of focus here? Truly silly.

They disembarked from the bus into the fierce sunlight and sweltering heat.

Still in their long-sleeved school uniforms, the group was sweating before they even reached the venue. Inside, the place was packed, with students in various uniforms bustling about.