Scramble for Udon

　　"...Your tempura udon, please enjoy."

　　Ogata put the bowl of noodles in front of Shinichi, her movements were stiff, and she looked a little nervous.

　　Shinichi just raised his head and said, "Thank you." He ignored her, but lowered his head and continued replying to Miku and Nino's messages.

　　He didn't know if it was for comparison or because he was really bored. Immediately after Nino, Miku had been texting since earlier, chatting about what to eat today, what were the generals from the Warring States Period she saw on TV, today's Fuutarou tried to teach them, but in the end only she and Yotsuba wanted to deal with himself.

　　Unexpectedly, such a quiet person was actually able to talk so much on a cell phone... Although most topics were meaningless, such as forcing awkward chats, Shinichi sometimes didn't know what to reply, so he could only use short responses and stickers to get through.

　　This didn't bother him though, as Shinichi had learned quite a few things in terms of "internet chat"... Like fast typing, and how to match text with stickers and other minor skills.

　　It will be more interesting to chat with Nino.

　　Every time he saw her response, Shinichi felt joy in his heart, which perfectly proved that humans build happiness on the suffering of others.

　　But this "stress relief exercise" doesn't last long, and Nino says, "I have nothing to talk to someone like you about!"

　　Shinichi could only turn off the chat interface with a face full of regret, and said to Miku anyway "I'm going to have dinner now, we'll talk when we have free time",

Putting the phone back in his pocket, and planning to go home and continue studying interesting online chat topics.

　　Then when Shinichi looked up he saw Ogata sitting across from him, and looking straight at him.

　　Shinichi couldn't help being surprised: "What's wrong?"

　　Ogata's cheeks puffed out, and her eyes fell on the udon noodles in front of her.

　　"Noodles don't taste good when soaked."

　　"Ah..."

Because we were so engrossed in chatting, we forgot that the noodles would suck up the broth, so we had to eat fast....

　　Shinichi scratched his cheek in embarrassment. This was indeed very impolite behavior for a shop owner. After all, this was painstakingly made food, and no one wanted to see its true delicacy treated like this.

　　He quickly picked up chopsticks, pulled out the bowl in front of him and was about to start: "It's okay, I prefer to eat soft noodles, this level is almost the same..."

　　But Ogata grabbed the side of the bowl, shook her head and wanted to take it back: "I'll give you another bowl, Ogata Udon can't serve noodles that are already bad for the guests."

　　"No, it looks delicious. I'm really hungry now, let me eat quickly!" Shinichi also held his bowl to prevent her from taking it.

　　Ogata's cheeks were getting puffier, and her arms were getting pulled back.

　　"Asada-san, it's about the store's reputation. Even if you are my educator, I will never give up here! Don't worry, there won't be any extra money."

　　Shinichi gritted his teeth, his pride rose, and he really didn't want to give the Ogata family an extra bowl of noodles because of his rudeness, so he didn't back down, and answered decisively.

　　"It's not a question of money! I am a guest now, and that guest is a god. I said he wants to eat wet noodles. Would you like to give it a new bowl?"

　　"Asada-san, your sentence has grammatical and logical errors. I won't listen!"

　　 He was complained by Ogata, a literary idiot, about grammatical errors and logic problems?

　　Shinichi deeply felt that his dignity as an educator plummeted, and the hand holding the bowl didn't move, but the hand holding the chopsticks went straight into the bowl!

　　He still had to teach her to learn later, so he had no intention of wasting time and getting involved with her here.

　　"Ittadkimasu!"

　　The chopsticks were thrust into the pile of soft noodles like lightning, and just as he was about to pick them up, another pair of chopsticks firmly pressed against his chopsticks, and didn't let them move an inch.

　　Holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, Ogata put on a serious face, and spoke seriously to Shinichi.

　　"Give up, Asada-san, you won't be able to win against the restaurant's daughter."

　　Shinichi tries to pull back his chopsticks, only to find that Ogata's chopsticks handling skills are extraordinary.

　　In that case... He would eat a bowl of noodles today no matter what!

　　The reason is that he can't be underestimated by his own students and don't waste food!

　　Shinichi felt cruel inside, ready to go all out.

　　Shinichi will try his best to finish whatever he finds a reason to do.

　　Although it looks childish and boring to others, but still clings to the heart, he doesn't need to care about the eyes of others like Furuhashi and Ogata.

　　Humans can give up a lot for what they really want to do.

　　For example a bright future, such as moral integrity, such as IQ, such as shame.

　　"Sorry, victory isn't reserved for the strong, Ogata."

　　Shinichi suddenly stood up, a winning smile on the corner of his mouth, and hit his head against the bowl of noodles.

　　Ogata's face changed, and she saw what Shinichi wanted to do, but now she had no hands to stop him, she could only see him open his mouth.

　　——Excellent, Asada-san.

　　As if time had slowed down, Ogata still had enough space to admire the young man in front of her from the bottom of her heart.

　　She suddenly felt heat all over her body, and a wave of momentum rushed from her heart to her whole body in an instant, which made her smile.

　　Waking up only half a second later than Shinichi, Ogata left the chair, and she also immediately ran towards the bowl of noodles.

　　There was a firmness on her face.

　　An unprecedented desire for victory made her grit her teeth and rush forward desperately.

　　Both arrived at the bowl almost at the same time.

　　The eyes met in a thousandth of a second, and the distance between them was less than five centimeters, even the pores on each other's faces could be seen clearly.

　　Through the glasses, Shinichi saw those clear and bright eyes.

　　Ogata is determined to never back down if she fails to achieve her goals.

　　They all saw the slightly raised corners of the mouth… it was a childish smile.

　　Neither of them retreated, nor could they slow down.

　　Because before reacting, they were in close contact with each other.

The sound was loud and muffled, sounding like pain, but it was actually very painful.

　　Ogata was knocked back by the force of the reaction, covering her forehead with both hands in pain.

　　"That hurts... I have a concussion..."

　　Shinichi's reaction was relatively slow. He was still pressing hard on the noodle bowl before Ogata let go. As a result, when he was knocked back, Ogata let go first, and the noodle bowl lost its relative force.

　　Even though the noodles had been soaked, there was still broth inside, and the temperature was around 50 degrees.

　　Still hot tempura, soup, noodles, condiments, etc. were poured over his head as if he could see the heat rising slowly from his head.

　　Shinichi's eyes widened for a moment, and he opened his mouth to let out a scream of pain.

　　Hot!