I Will Be the Only One Who Heals at the Prison Academy - Chapter 364



364 – The Most Beautiful Woman #19

364 – The most beautiful women # 19

Victorica cooked diligently for over 30 minutes.

It was a fried egg.

A food prepared by cracking an egg, adding oil to it and frying it on a heated pan.

It’s an easy dish to make.

Even 5-year-old children can try it if they know how to handle complaints carefully.

If you were to ask what food is like the first step in cooking, wouldn’t a fried egg be the first choice other than instant noodles like ramen?

That’s why people seemed puzzled.

“Fried eggs…”

“… “On such an important stage?”

“What? “What are your intentions?”

It was understandable that there was a fuss here and there.

The final round of the contest.

An important stage.

Rivals lurk everywhere.

Making a light dish like fried eggs in such a situation, it’s natural that everyone would be curious about Victoria’s thoughts

Even I, who grew up watching Victorica for a long time, was a bit puzzled by this situation.

“Victor, try it.”

Victorica said with a somewhat nervous expression.

I was a little nervous too.

I don’t think Victorica would have fried eggs for no reason.

There must be some ‘intention’.

First of all, what does it look like?

The bottom of the egg is fried and the top is slightly soft-boiled and round.

When you touch it with chopsticks, you can feel the slightly underbaked golden yolk flowing.

There was also a little bit of pepper sprinkled on it, but the slightly salty scent was stronger than the scent of pepper.

“Did you also grill bacon?”

Now I see that there are a few pieces of bacon grilled under the fried eggs.

“The bacon was first cooked in a heated pan, and the oil from it was used to make fries.”

Sizzling fries and bacon.

It seems as if the scene is vividly depicted before my eyes.

“Something is being drawn before my eyes… !”

“Egg… “It smells like eggs being fried.”

“I can even smell bacon cooking! What on earth happened… !?”

“Kitchen… For some reason, she can see the kitchen in front of her. Ah ah… !”

As the crowd was making a fuss, what immediately came to mind was a busy, bustling Western-style kitchen.

─Victor, you will be late from the first day of school. Let’s go quickly! Breakfast is on the table, so eat it!

─I don’t have time to eat breakfast. I have to go quickly.

─… What kind of habit does he talk to his mom? Eat this and go! Eggs and bacon!

Today is the first day of school after transferring.

Having moved to an unfamiliar neighborhood due to my parents’ divorce and not having any friends, I ate only a quick breakfast and left for school late, but it was clear that I would eventually be late.

Boom, boom boom-.

─Hey, you there. Isn’t that the kid who moved in next door yesterday? Would you like to ride in the car on the way to school? Oh, my name is Vicky. What about you?

─… I am Victor.

─My dad told me to be friends with you who moved next door. I guess my dad and your mom were friends who went to the same school when they were kids.

I go to and from school with a girl who is underage and drives an old, tough truck.

The two people go to school together in the same direction every day, and their relationship gradually narrows…

However.

Unlike me, who is a born idiot and outsider, Vicky is one of the most popular people in school (the popular quarterback on the American football team is targeting him).

─Victor. Graduation party, why don’t you go with someone else instead of me? You like that pink haired girl too.

─Viki, so that’s… Misunderstanding…

─Misunderstanding?

─No, it’s not a misunderstanding. You don’t have to have just one graduation partner.

There are many trials and misunderstandings between the two…

Shock!

“… No, what is it?”

Life in America, something I had never experienced before, passed before my eyes.

It’s because I fell into sentimentality without realizing it.

“Just now… Didn’t you see the rugby club manager?”

“What was that strange pickup truck… ?”

“… So, is it true that you two end up going to the same university? Why did it get cut off while coming out? What happened to the graduation party?”

The people around me started to get very upset.

Has everyone seen the same ‘illusion’ as me?

Perhaps my heart and sword gained by reaching a new level may have embodied something else instead of the will to ‘cut’.

Has something like ‘romance’ or ‘desire’ lurking inside me revealed?

“That’s amazing.”

What made that possible is “Ludens Fried Egg & Bacon”.

This ordinary, simple food has that much ‘potential’?

“You’ll know when you try it.”

Victorica said seriously.

The once nervous look is now slowly regaining confidence.

Zech.

I struggled to turn my head.

What I am looking at is a lunch box in a lacquered container.

This was a lunch box made by Enio.

Bulgogi with egg rolls, sausage, pickled radish, a piece of boneless chicken, cherry tomatoes, etc.

It’s not fancy by any means, but it’s colorful and simple, and full of various side dishes, so it would be fun to try a variety of things.

“How is it? Because it was made a little hastily… I don’t know if the seasoning is slightly right…”

Enio blushes shyly, unlike his usual confident self.

Looking at his somewhat hesitant appearance his, there was a big gap with his usual appearance

Hwaaa-.

The wind blows before you know it.

Cool, summer scent.

Yes, it is the wind of summer.

“Also… I see something again!”

“I can see the summer school rooftop… ! It’s fall now, but why is the rooftop in summer… !? Rather, what kind of school is that!”

“I can see the baseball team… ! Swimming club… The swimming team is visible… !”

“Everyone is holding on tight… ! A wave of youth comedy is coming… !”

The audience at the main stadium began to get excited again.

As they said, the school rooftop was unfolding before my eyes.

Coeducational.

In the midst of youth, where everyone burns their fresh youth like a jack o’ lantern in August.

─Let’s do our best until the finals of the provincial competition in September! Add another lap!

─One more lap!

The time left for youth until the exam.

Days where everyone ignites their passion in their own way, as if they were wasting even a small amount of time.

However, I am Katsuman Hikigaya, an energy-saving person who does not participate in any club activities or any significant social activities.

His nickname Victor, comes from the name of victory. His specialty is talking to himself.

Days where I just sit by the window and watch the clouds pass by.

During lunch time, my hobby is to sit in a quiet spot on the rooftop and look down on people while eating the bread I bought at the store alone.

However, there is a guy who has been bothering me for the past few days.

─Victor, are you sitting alone in a place like this again?

That guy was Enio Kurohoshi.

The pinnacle of the upper caste, the most prosperous in the class.

Unlike Assa like me, she is a girl who is always mixed with her friends and is full of laughter and fun. From what I heard, she is the daughter of a prestigious family that has lived as a local ethnic group for generations.

Munmu Yangdo’s behavior is correct, a peony when standing, a peony when sitting, and a lily when walking.

She was truly the perfect girl, but I knew that she always made a ‘fake smile’ around people.

One day, without even realizing it, why are you faking a smile? I pointed it out.

From then on, Enio Kurohoshi came to the rooftop every lunch and bothered me.

Really.

Even if I didn’t say anything useless. My alone time would not have been interrupted.

─I know. I packed my own lunch today. This was my first time making it, so I failed to control the quantity. Leaving food behind is extravagant. Would you please eat with me?

Kurohoshi held out a lunch box, feeling somewhat hesitant.

The guy who said that had a bandage wrapped around his hand.

* * *

“… !”

Until there.

I quickly came to my senses.

This time too, it was the realization of an incredibly immersive imagery.

“So what happens to the summer festival… ?” !”

“In the end, did Viktor decide to embrace the false accusation alone? It was a drawing for a festival sign that we all prepared together. Who was the culprit who secretly ruined it at night? !”

“No matter who the culprit is, as long as Victor keeps his mouth shut, a happy world where no one gets hurt will be completed.”

“Come on, show me the back part… !”

Everyone looked disorganized.

I just gather my wits and face the dishes in front of me.

“This is the place to eat first.”

Sreuk-.

I put my hand on the lunch box.

I wanted to eat it while feeling the afterglow of what I just had.

Muttering.

The taste… , It tasted just as I imagined.

It tastes like the girl worked hard preparing the ingredients last night to feed the boy who eats alone on the rooftop every day a homemade dish.

The fact that it is a bit ‘clumsy’ is actually an added point.

“… Even the flaws are perfectly fine. “It’s 100 points.”

100 points.

It was a score worthy of a sous chef at a cooking club.

“100 points… ! The unexpected 100 points appeared… !”

“Enio Black Star. Tied for first place with Flora Arkwright. “For now.”

A ripe atmosphere.

Now there are fried eggs and bacon left before my eyes.

I’m still hungry enough.

I was confident that I would enjoy it, but honestly, it was also true that I felt like I wasn’t sure.

Can fried eggs and bacon beat the perfect ‘youth lunch box’ just now?

“A fried egg after eating a 100-point lunch box… ” .”

“I don’t think a fried egg in a teen pickup truck can beat the lunch box of a romantic comedy, even if it’s the same youth school drama.”

“What are you talking about. Are you ignoring that romance and freshness!?”

“If it’s refreshing, it’s a lunch box—.”

People clamoring here and there.

The noise is loud as if a fight is about to break out.

From noble mtl dot come

As I sat in the center, I was serious in many ways.

Victorica’s expression looking at me is also serious.

“Try it. Then you will find out.”

Yes.

Let’s eat like a man.

Zek-.

I picked up a fork and put a fried egg and bacon into my mouth at once.

An egg that slightly explodes.

It is underripe.

In comparison, the bacon was overcooked.

It’s so crunchy that it falls apart in your mouth.

It had an awkward taste.

That awkward taste…

It makes something flash in my head.

“This…”

“What do you think?”

Victorica asks.

I had no choice but to honestly admit it.

I guess I was completely wrong.

This was not the Western-style youth food reminiscent of pickup trucks.

“…”

So, when I stopped talking, Victorica added an explanation.

“Victor, when we were still young. This is the first and last dish I cooked for you. “Don’t you remember when your father scolded you so much that you had to skip dinner?”

Memory.

Memories are pulled out of my head.

That was a long time ago.

When I had just become Daryl’s son-in-law, I was scolded by Cain.

Because I couldn’t even follow half of his teachings.

━Stupid guy. Only when your will and desire are sharpened from within will your level rise. And hunger is a state of deprivation that is good for forging will. From today onwards, there will be no breakfast or dinner for you.

Cain starved me on purpose.

As I was only 5 years old, I couldn’t keep up with the amount of training with just one lunch and eventually became incompetent.

One night, Victorica offered me a small plate.

━Eat this. The kitchen maid, Serden, gave me some leftovers, and I took them.

There was bacon and eggs on the plate.

The kitchen maid, Serden, was good at cooking, but the things she put into her dishes were clearly awkward.

Even as a child, I was able to figure out that it was a late dinner that Victorica had sneaked into the restaurant and cooked herself.

“… Of course I didn’t eat it.”

Being banned from dinner by Cain.

Because that was the ‘rule.’

Rules must be followed.

━I won’t eat it. It’s against the rules. Victorica, it’s against the rules for you to sneak into the kitchen late at night and steal and waste ingredients.

━Hu, steal… ? Waste… ? Who am I for—huh, that’s enough. Do whatever you want! Those damn rules, rules.

“…”

If you think about it, it was from then.

The relationship between Victorica and I was starting to become awkward.

He didn’t try to do anything to me after that.

I also stopped paying much attention.

What would it have been like if I had eaten the food Victorica gave me at that time?

If you said thank you for thinking of me.

Victorica said.

“So how does it taste? What I didn’t eat at that time. I tried to make it as close as possible to how I made it back then. In that sense, I want to hear now what I couldn’t hear then, Victor.”

I guess so.

The answer I should have given more than 10 years ago.

Has the opportunity to do that come back again?

I laughed lightly after emptying the entire bowl.

“Not delicious. The eggs were too undercooked, and the bacon was overcooked. Still, it was food that made me feel good. It was made for me.”

In the past, I was a guy full of poison in many ways.

It was still like that to some extent.

But now I know how to be grateful for favors.

I thought it was a difficult life, but now that I think about it, it wasn’t always difficult and there were sometimes memories and kindness from people.

So, after a long, long time, I was finally able to express my gratitude.

“Victoria, thank you.”

“Huh, that little boy has finally become a little more honest. So, what is my score?”

Victorica blushes with her arms crossed and snorts.

I answered him with all my heart.

“50 points.”