Kore wa Zombie desu ka? Vol 1 Chapter 4.2
VOLUME 1
Chapter 4: Part 2
On Mondays, from first period I was subject to the torture that was PE. Why was it torture, you ask? Do you really think I can exercise under the blazing sun like that? Zombies couldn't do anything when it wasn't nighttime.
If we were exercising in the gym, I could show off my physical strength to my heart's content, but unfortunately we were playing volleyball today on the field. Set up volleyball in the gym, dammit.
As a result, I collapsed before the match had even begun, and was carried to the infirmary. And I lay there in bed until noon. It was a normal school day, without anything really worth mentioning.
Well, if there was one thing worth mentioning&h.e.l.lip; it was lunch!
Alright, Haruna! Battle start!
I ripped the top off the box, and in it were&h.e.l.lip; stewed bear claw, spiny lobster, what looked to be shark fin stew, what looked to be fried suckling pig, something that looked like sc.r.a.ps of abalone steak&h.e.l.lip; a small feast fit for a Chinese emperor was crammed into that box. I see, this is what she meant by "I made something incredible today!" That was certainly true.
There must have been nearly a hundred and fifty things in this box. Each and every one of them were super tiny. What a jumbled up mess. But pretty amazing. Where the h.e.l.l did she find all these ingredients?
"Wow&h.e.l.lip; sort of disgusting&h.e.l.lip; who made this? Sera-san?"
Orito stared at my food, dumbfounded. I mercilessly fended off his chopsticks as he reached for my food.
"It was Haruna. To tell you the truth, the ultimate fried egg I had last time was also made by her. I won't let Sera cook. As long as my heart continues to beat, I will never let her cook."
"Dammit, I'm so jealous!"
Orito even started attacking my face with his chopsticks. Hmph&h.e.l.lip; as if I'd let you hit me!
As we crossed chopsticks with each other, Orito underhandedly grabbed the spiny lobster with his free hand. He knows I like lobster too&h.e.l.lip;
"You know, you really have to share things as delicious as this with everyone."
The corners of his mouth turned upwards into a smile. What a spiteful little four-eyes&h.e.l.lip; how dare he take my lobster&h.e.l.lip;
"Well, is it good?"
I asked him with tears pooling in my eyes, and he gave me a huge affirmative nod. Oh, is that so? The fried eggs were already shockingly delicious. With these types of ingredients, I'm sure the food was extravagantly tasty. Well, if I could be allowed to speak selfishly for a moment, it would have been nicer if I could have gotten this meal straight out of the oven though&h.e.l.lip;
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