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The next day, as the class bell rang, the morning lessons concluded. In his class, Renz was the only male student, and as soon as break ti began, the other girls started whispering about him. Renz checked the indicators on his [Life Simulator]; excellent, everyone's indicator was 0.0001%. He was already quite familiar with this number.
As long as he knew soone and rembered their na, there would be a 0.0001% data point. There would be subtle adjustnts; perhaps people with a better first impression would show 0.00011%, a tiny bit more, while those with a poor first impression would have a lower value. Without further interaction, this value would remain stable. This was good news.
The afternoon only had two club classes. Over the past few days, Renz had been preparing to move out of the dorms and into the house Erina rented for him. He had also already paid for a restaurant on the verge of bankruptcy. To save money, Renz had rented a very ordinary location. But if he had the skill and the restaurant gained fa, he wouldn't fear a lack of custors. Renz was confident in his culinary prowess.
He had asked the director to establish a cooking club where he could practice his knife skills. Thanks to the ho economics classes, there was no shortage of equipnt at school. He wandered around the building, taking several turns, and finally found his club classroom.
He walked in. A young woman with cherry-pink hair was flipping through a book, looking contemplative. Renz checked the classroom number again. It was correct.
He then walked in again. "Excuse , student, did you co to the wrong classroom?"
The pink-haired, cool-tempered young woman replied in a flat and serious tone, "I'm not a student. I'm your cooking club's supervising Sensei—Kirisu Mafuyu."
Why do I keep encountering female Senseis everywhere? Oh, wait, this used to be an all-girls school, so it makes sense. Faced with a Sensei, Renz couldn't use his usual tactics. He had to think of another approach.
"Hello, Sensei. I'm Renz, a Filipino exchange student dedicated to culinary research, and my dream is to create dishes that glow."
I guess I have to use my ultimate skill here. You didn't expect this, did you? Ti to go for the 'playing dead' tactic.
You may be strong, but I'll remain calm.
I'm just a cook; I don't understand anything else.
On the [Life Simulator] interface, Kirisu Sensei Mafuyu's value reached the standard 0.0001%. With Renz's self-introduction, her value didn't increase. However, Renz knew this value represented a possible developnt branch.
Can you just disappear, you rogue simulator? A Sensei route, really?
But for now, in normal communication, this value wouldn't budge. It seed an event was needed to push it higher. That was a relief—no need to worry about normal conversations causing any trouble.
"Can food glow?" Kirisu Mafuyu gazed at him.
"Dishes made with heart can glow in others' eyes," Renz replied. While glowing food didn't exist, any dish Erina made for him always glowed. The air instantly beca awkward. Kirisu Mafuyu didn't respond. She seed to realize the silence in the room.
After a few seconds, she spoke again, "Then your club activities start now. However, if your club has fewer than five mbers, it will automatically disband within a week. I hope you can find five people to join the club."
Where am I supposed to find four boys to join the club? There were only so many male students, and most had been sent to the central prison for reflection. In normal circumstances, Renz would do everything he could to find people to save the club, but after a brief thought, he said, "Kirisu sensei, please just disband the club. I can't find that many people."
Finding people was too troubleso. He might even have to ask them one by one. And if necessary, he might have to find female students to help join his club. It'd be better to disband it now, join the "return-ho club," and practice cooking at the house Erina rented for him.
Renz was just afraid that if he showed off his cooking skills, a bunch of girls with "easy-mode" AI would imdiately start their life paths and rush straight for his stomach. If Renz failed while showing off his skills, it wouldn't be fun.
"Are you disbanding the club just because finding people is troubleso?" Kirisu Mafuyu's gaze held strong intent. Was he really just playing with her, his Sensei? The supervising Sensei had signed docunts, prepared things, and even wasted ti coming over. After everything was in place, the founder of the club just wanted to disband it because he found it troubleso?
"Yes," Renz nodded.
He even admitted it! Kirisu Mafuyu was shocked.
Just as she spoke, Renz's phone suddenly vibrated.
"Excuse , Sensei, I need to take this call." Renz picked up the phone. It was Erina.
"Hello, wife, what's up?"
"Oh, I need to pick up your cousin from the airport after school?"
"She's staying with for a while?" Renz was startled. "One of the bedrooms in that house was prepared for her? I understand, I'll go pick her up then."
"Mhm, got it."
"You're coming to stay every weekend? That's great!"
"Can you not bring Hisako?"
"No... does she really have to co along?"
"Can't a third wheel have so self-awareness?! Damn it!"
"Alright, alright, got it! I'm hanging up now." Renz ended the call.
Suddenly, a cold glare pierced him from behind. He turned around. It was the gaze of an Ice Mage.
"Although our country's laws don't forbid high school students from dating, you are only in your first year of high school. As a Sensei, I will try my best to advise you to prioritize your studies," Kirisu Mafuyu's expression remained unchanged, but her mind was in turmoil.
Are you serious...? First-year high school students are already dating? Are people nowadays so open? And he's calling her "wife" so naturally? Then she thought about her own twenty-six years of age and inwardly spat blood. But out of a Sensei's sense of responsibility, she still gave a bit of advice.
"Okay, Sensei, I'll study hard, beco the top student in my grade, then get into Tokyo University or Kyoto University, and finally marry Erina!" Renz interjected at the perfect mont. Whether it would lower her flag or not, he tried to sever the Sensei route. Unfortunately, the 0.0001% value didn't drop. However, Kirisu Mafuyu took another critical hit.
So, studying hard, becoming the top student, and getting into a prestigious university were just preparations to marry soone else?
Huh? Erina? Wasn't that the God's Tongue, the uncrowned queen of the culinary world, often ntioned in gourt shows? Erina was his girlfriend? That couldn't be, right? She was from a prestigious family, a noble Erina-sama who grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth. Or was it just a one-sided infatuation, and Erina was his dream goddess? But if that were the case, calling soone else "wife" on the phone while declaring his dream to marry another woman—that would be too despicable!
Still lost in thought, Kirisu Mafuyu was interrupted by another sentence.
"Sensei, the club matter is settled for now."
"I have so other things to do."
"I'll be leaving now!" Renz waved his hand.
Indeed, normal communication wouldn't affect the [Life Simulator]'s value predictions. Only progressing events would cause the values to jump and increase. For this, [Life Simulator], you're still sothing.
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