Tokai Teio insisted on running back to school, while Lu Jue took the “Dream” team to a sushi restaurant.

While everyone was enjoying their meal, Uralala suddenly asked:

“By the way, isn't Emperor still not part of any team?”

Special Week pondered for a moment, then said uncertainly, “It seems she isn't.”

“Then she can just join our team!”

Lu Jue interjected, “That depends on her own wishes.”

Whether to join a team, and which team to join, Lu Jue knew Tokai Teio had her own considerations, which was why he hadn't extended an invitation just now.

“Hey, Xingyun Jiang, are you not eating anymore?” Special Week looked at Seiun Sky's empty plate and thought her appetite was quite small.

“I'm done. It's not as delicious as what Trainer makes. I still want Trainer's~” Ever since eating the food Lu Jue cooked, Seiun Sky always compared it to other food.

When would her next victory be?

She also wanted Lu Jue to hold a celebration feast specifically for her.

...

The next day was another day of regular classes.

Lu Jue hated classes scheduled for the first and second periods, which meant he also had to attend early morning classes.

Despite this, Lu Jue still had to set an example as a good teacher, greeting with a smile, “Good morning, everyone.”

Then, he called roll and began class.

In this class today, there was only one familiar Uma Musume—Nimble Beret.

The white-haired girl still wore her eye patch, but after the previous incident, her fierce exterior no longer seemed deceptive, and there was still obvious fear in her gaze towards Lu Jue.

Strangely, despite the fear, she still stared directly at Lu Jue.

Lu Jue, of course, noticed her gaze.

However, the matter was already resolved, so he naturally wouldn't target Nimble Beret again.

“Today, I'm going to introduce a way to prepare salmon...”

...

After Lu Jue thoroughly introduced the background and explained the method with a video, he looked down at the podium, “Does anyone have any questions?”

For a moment, no one raised their hand.

Lu Jue wasn't surprised, because he felt he had explained everything clearly enough.

“Since no one is raising their hand, I'll ask a few questions...”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a hand suddenly go up, “Nimble Beret, do you have a question?”

“Yes.” Nimble Beret stood up, and more and more eyes gathered on her. She gritted her teeth and said bluntly, “Teacher, I want to ask why there's only salmon, and no 'four-mon' or 'five-mon'?”

The scene fell into silence.

Lu Jue raised an eyebrow, very surprised by Nimble Beret's question. It felt somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

“Its naming should have another background story. I'll tell you next time after I've looked into it.” After Lu Jue finished speaking, he continued to ask, “Nimble Beret, do you have any other questions?”

Nimble Beret didn't sit down, nor did she immediately answer Lu Jue's question. Instead, she seemed to ponder for a moment, then blurted out anxiously, “Teacher, how old is this salmon you cooked?”

“That's not easy to determine...” Lu Jue's mouth twitched, but he still patiently replied, “Do you have any other questions?”

...

“Teacher, is this salmon male or female?”

...

“Can this salmon be bought and released?”

...

Now he understood.

But Lu Jue still suppressed his early morning resentment and the anger from being teased by Nimble Beret.

Don't get angry, don't get angry...

Anyway, the content he needed to cover today was already finished, and the rest was originally entertainment time...

Third time's the charm, he really couldn't hold it in!

When the bell for class dismissal rang, Lu Jue walked to Nimble Beret's desk, tapping it a few times, “Come to my office after school.”

Lu Jue left after confirming Nimble Beret heard him.

But he didn't see the look of longing that appeared on Nimble Beret's face.

...

During after-school hours, teachers in the office gradually left, but Lu Jue still sat at his desk, waiting for Nimble Beret to arrive.

He glanced at the time, wondering if she had forgotten.

Should he just let it go? Anyway, his anger had subsided now...

As Lu Jue was thinking this, Nimble Beret suddenly walked into the office, carefully closing the door.

“Have a seat.” Lu Jue unscrewed the lid of his cup, took a sip of water, “Speak. Why did you ask so many irrelevant, attention-seeking questions in class today?”

“Huh? It wasn't attention-seeking at all!” Nimble Beret didn't sit down, and her tone of voice was as blunt as ever.

“Then why was it?”

“No reason!” Nimble Beret crossed her arms, narrowed her eyes, and turned her head away, “If Teacher thinks I'm wrong, then scold me.”

Her gaze seemed to notice something, and she changed her mind, “Hitting is fine too...”

Only, she didn't know which part Lu Jue liked to hit...

Lu Jue also turned his head slightly and saw a long wooden ruler on the neighboring desk.

He seemed to gradually understand Nimble Beret's intention, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, “Alright, you can go back. Just don't do it again next time.”

“Go... go back?” Nimble Beret's expression was very surprised, but her goal hadn't been achieved, and she didn't want to give up like this, “Next time, I can't guarantee that I won't do it again!”

However, her words were as powerless as hitting cotton.

Lu Jue was unmoved, taking another sip of tea, “Mhm, mhm, are you done talking? You can go now.”

Nimble Beret became anxious, gripping the edge of the desk with both hands, “Next time, I'll still disrupt the class, not listen... and sleep!”

“Alright, alright~ I know, you can go back now.” The more anxious Nimble Beret got, the more relaxed Lu Jue's expression became.

“You...” Nimble Beret was momentarily speechless, her nose twitching, tightly clutching the corner of the desk, not knowing how to express the emotion in her heart.

She didn't dare to say it, afraid Lu Jue would know.

“My theory classes are almost over too. Since you're so indifferent to cooking, I presume you won't come to my class after this, and of course, I won't be foolish enough to take you on.”

“As for classroom discipline... this is an interest class to begin with, you can relax however you like.”

Lu Jue felt that the tea he brewed today was exceptionally fragrant; a warm sip down his stomach made him feel refreshed and invigorated.

Had he also awakened some mischievous tendencies?

“You, how can you be like this!”

“How am I like what?”

“Not teaching seriously!”

“Aren't you the one not taking class seriously?” Lu Jue retorted, and at that moment, decided not to entangle with Nimble Beret anymore, “Tell me your true thoughts.”

Nimble Beret bit her lip, her tormented heart felt like it had countless ants crawling on it.

Such shameful words...

How could she possibly say them?