Testing Miku

　　Miku barely opened her eyes, her weak and pale face relaxed a bit, she raised her head to look at Shinichi.

　　"You're finally here... Did I faint..."

　　"This should be sport-induced syncope. You will be fine after enough rest. You just ran?" Seeing her awaku, Shinichi also took back his cell phone and asked quietly.

　　"En, I ran for a long distance, I haven't run like this in a long time…" Miku said softly, looking away slightly, the long hair on her forehead covering her expression, "Don't talk about this, why are my legs in your lap?"

　　"To increase the amount of blood flowing back to the heart." Shinichi answered calmly, and put her feet back on the ground, "This is first aid knowledge, not that I want to take advantage of you, could you sit down?"

　　"It's fine, I trust you..." Miku said flatly, with her hands on the ground, she sat down slowly, "If I didn't believe you, I wouldn't ask you to save me... Where are my headphones?"

　　Touching the empty neck with her finger, she tilted her head slightly and looked questioningly at Shinichi.

　　Judging by Miku's appearance, the missing headphones seemed to be more important than the feet placed on a man's lap.

　　Shinichi handed over the headphones.

　　"It gets dirty..." Miku sighed softly and muttered, "I can't wear it like this..."

　　Shinichi frowned, patted the dirt off the headphones, and hung them back around Miku's neck like a necklace.

　　"It's urgent and you still care about such trivial things now, it will make people unwilling to help you a second time."

　　Miku lowered her head silently, her fingertips resting on the headphones, and she nodded after a while, "... Sorry, next time I'll pay attention."

　　"Next time it's better not to do something like this." Shinichi sighed, stood up, and held out his hand to her "Go to the Sakura Pavilion and sit down and rest, I haven't had lunch yet."

　　"Lunch invitation?" Miku raised her head.

　　Shinichi rolled his eyes angrily: "It's interrogation time!"

　　He pulled Miku up from the ground, even though the other party staggered, he didn't try to support her or carry her, but obeyed the ancient teaching about the incompatibility between boys and girls. And watching from the side with folded arms.

　　After taking a breath, and finally taking a weak step, Miku shook her head, then turned around to stare resentfully: "Shinichi has no conscience."

　　"My conscience ran out after saving you." Shinichi turned around and walked towards the box that was thrown on the ground, "The side effects of training aren't serious, and you'll be fine after a while. If I help you, I will find a lot of places that should not be touched, and that is called heartless."

　　"What a gentleman..." Miku slowly followed his lead, and then discovered that this man was walking at a speed similar to that of a turtle.

　　"...Poof."

　　Miku lowered her head, and couldn't help but laugh.

　　Her pale face turned slightly red.

　　Ahh... Could this extraordinary sense of security be called trust?

　　...

　　As all his strength was drained while rushing to save Miku, Shinichi picked up his bento at the same speed as a snail, then walked slowly to the Sakura Pavilion.

　　Turning his head from time to time was to check if Miku was laughing at him. If so, then he would definitely blacklist her and never contact her again for the rest of his life.

　　Luckily, he turned around and only saw Miku playing with her hair with her head down.

　　When them arrived at the Sakura Pavilion, lunch break was almost half done.

　　After Shinichi sat on the stone chair, Miku sat beside him.

　　"...Why did you suddenly call me by my name just now?"

　　Shinichi always felt embarrassed to care about such a thing, decided to ignore it, and asked casually while taking out the bento.

　　"Should not?"

　　"It's not okay... After all, for the sake of convenience, I also called you Miku in art class..."

　　"Then it's fine," Miku replied to the message on her cell phone without lifting her head, "We quintuplets are usually called by first names. After all, it's too troublesome to call Nakano."

　　"I'm just asking casually." Glancing at the box while thinking about what to do next, Shinichi took chopsticks and clasped his hands together, "Ittadakimasu... Miku, have you eaten?"

　　"...Not yet." Miku stopped swiping her phone, touched her flat stomach, and looked at Shinichi, "I only eat a piece of toast in the morning, and I came here before lunch. Maybe I passed out too because I was too hungry?"

　　"Most likely it is." Shinichi nodded, and naturally swallowed a mouthful of hijiki, not noticing that Miku's eyes were becoming more and more indifferent, "When you come back later, remember to buy something to fill your stomach, it will be difficult for you to go to class later."

　　"That's right, it will be very difficult!" Miku puffed out her cheeks, looking at Shinichi intently.

　　Shinichi subconsciously turned his head to the other side, holding the omelette in his hand, but felt that a great force was forcing him to put down the omelet, and his eating motion couldn't be maintained.

　　Of course he knew what Miku wanted to express, but Shinichi had no reason to share his lunch with her!

　　He was also very hungry and he couldn't convince himself to share his lunch with a girl he had met several times and didn't count as a friend.

　　"Let me test you!" Suddenly, Shinichi's eyes lit up, and he thought of an ancient but very useful method, "If you answer correctly, I'll give you some food for you to eat. If you answered wrong, buy some bread later."

　　"You're going to test me?" Miku frowned, as if recalling a bad memory, with a slightly sad expression, "My grades are bad, if it wasn't for Japanese history, I might..."

　　"Oda Nobunaga was a major daimyo during the Sengoku period of Japanese history." Before Miku finished speaking, Shinichi spoke a long strand of English while smiling slightly, "This is English. If you can answer the questions mixed with the Warring States Period, let's have lunch together."

　　"I..." Miku opened her mouth and thought hard, "Oda, Nobunaga... Daimyo? Sengoku is Sengoku... Sengoku Japan? A famous daimyo in the Sengoku history of Japan?"

　　The more Miku thought about it, the brighter her eyes became, and she finally clapped her hands excitedly: "That's right! This sentence should be Oda Nobunaga was a famous daimyo in the Warring States period of Japanese history! Shinichi, I was right, right?"

　　Shinichi raised his eyebrows in surprise, he put the omelette on the lid of the bento box and gave Miku.

　　"You're pretty good at guessing entire sentences just by relying on the Japanese part."

　　Due to his bad habit of being a good teacher, he explained the semantics and grammar of an entire English sentence once, and Miku just stared at him blankly without batting an eye.

　　After finishing speaking, Shinichi noticed that Miku didn't move the omelet, so he asked hesitantly.

　　"What is it? You don't want to eat? I don't have any spare chopsticks, or you don't mind using the ends..."

　　"Shinichi!" Miku suddenly called his name earnestly.

　　Shinichi almost lost his grip on his chopsticks.

　　"Scare me, what are you doing…"

　　"Could you, come and be my tutor?"

　　Miku brought her face closer, and asked loudly