In the kitchen, Fumio Daimidō came back to her senses and coughed lightly to hide her previous loss of composure.
Looking at Yukihira Soma, she spoke solemnly.
“Alright, I’ll count you as passed. You’re allowed to move in.”
“Happy to serve!”
Yukihira Soma grinned, took off the headband from his forehead, and showed a bright smile.
Taking the key handed over by Fumio Daimidō, he turned and ran out excitedly.
He was planning to quickly move his luggage into the room, then take a comfortable hot bath and have a good sleep.
After bidding farewell to Yukihira Soma, Haruto returned to Room 101 and picked up a cooking book to flip through.
As time passed, amidst the rustling of the pages, a slight rustle suddenly came from above.
Putting down the book thoughtfully, Haruto looked up.
He saw a wooden board on the ceiling being quietly moved aside, revealing a face with a gentle smile.
It was none other than Isshiki Satoshi, one of the current Elite Ten of Totsuki.
Speaking of which, among the eccentrics gathered in the Polar Star Dormitory, he could be considered the “eccentric among eccentrics.”
He liked to visit through the ceiling and often went so far as to wear only a Fundoshi or an apron, calling it “releasing one’s true self.”
In Haruto’s view, he was simply a combination of a voyeur and an exhibitionist.
“Yo, new transfer student.”
Isshiki Satoshi looked at Haruto and spoke.
“Come on over. Don’t be late for the welcome party we prepared for you.”
“Okay.”
Haruto nodded calmly, then closed the book in his hand, showing no hint of surprise on his face.
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However, Haruto’s reaction made Isshiki Satoshi pause for a moment.
Even though Marui Zenji and the others were used to it, they still couldn’t remain entirely calm.
Yet Haruto didn’t seem surprised at all, feeling quite like Ibusaki Shun.
Taking another look at Haruto, Isshiki Satoshi didn’t say much more.
He put the ceiling board back in place, and his voice gradually faded away.
Haruto pushed the door open and walked out, soon arriving at Room 205.
Room 205 was already bustling with noise…
Marui Zenji, with messy hair, stared at the room full of people in a state of collapse, his voice almost sounding like he was about to cry.
“I already told you! I’m busy reviewing for the written exam!”
“If you want to have a party, go to another room! Don’t make a mess in mine!”
This was his room, not some dining hall!
“It can’t be helped, Marui. Your room is the most spacious.”
Yoshino Yuki played with her fingers, her tone Frillish, not taking Marui Zenji’s protest to heart at all.
“And no matter when we come, it’s always cleaned up neatly.”
In this regard, even they as girls couldn’t compare.
Only Tadokoro Megumi felt a bit apologetic, but she was helpless about such things.
“I just finished cleaning!”
Marui Zenji felt a wave of despair at the thought of having to clean up again later.
“Yeah, until just now, books were piled half a person high on the floor!”
Sato Shoji seriously affirmed Marui Zenji’s hard work.
“Isn’t that because you two were fighting in my room!”
Marui Zenji suddenly turned his head, glaring at Sato Shoji and Aoki Daigo, his volume suddenly rising.
“You knocked the books all over the floor, and Aunt Fumio gave me a harsh scolding for it!”
“By the way, couldn’t you prepare a few more chairs?”
Aoki Daigo rubbed the back of his head, scanning the room with a look of dissatisfaction.
“Who would prepare them for you!”
Marui Zenji wailed, holding his head.
To the side, Ibusaki Shun silently sipped his drink, not saying a word the whole time…
“Speaking of which, Marui-san, you have quite a lot of cooking books here.”
Haruto’s gaze swept over the huge bookshelf against the wall, his tone carrying a hint of admiration.
He had also collected many culinary texts, but compared to the vast collection before him, it was still too little.
With a quick glance, he discovered several rare ancient books.
“That’s natural.”
Hearing Haruto’s words, Marui Zenji pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, a look of pride appearing on his face.
Although he hadn’t personally collected all these books, he had carefully studied every single one on the shelf and knew them by heart.
“If you have time, I wonder if I could borrow a few to read?”
Haruto looked at Marui Zenji and asked.
Speaking of which, Marui Zenji seemed to be the leader of the ‘Miyazato Research Society,’ specializing in classical culinary literature.
Perhaps among these collections, he could even find some lost ancient recipes.
“Of course, no problem.”
Marui Zenji agreed immediately, and the gloom between his brows dissipated quite a bit.
Marui Zenji was actually very happy that someone appreciated his collection, so he certainly wouldn’t be stingy.
While Haruto was chatting with Marui Zenji, Sakaki Ryoko handed over a milky-white drink.
“Here, Haruto-kun.”
Then Sakaki Ryoko explained.
“This is juice brewed from rice. Want to try some?”
“Thanks.”
Haruto took the cup, thanked her, and took a small sip.
The sweet aroma of rice mixed with a faint fruity scent spread through his mouth; the texture was warm and mellow, indeed delicious.
“By the way, it’s already the middle of the night. Is it really okay to be so noisy?”
Yukihira Soma held his cup, looking at Sakaki Ryoko with some hesitation.
“I thought school dormitories would have strict schedules.”
“It’s fine.”
Sakaki Ryoko waved her hand, looking calm.
“The dormitory is surrounded by woods anyway. No matter how noisy it gets, no one will come to complain.”
“B-But…”
Yukihira Soma scratched his head, his eyes shifting as he stammered.
“Um… that manager lady…”
Being this noisy looked like a recipe for getting scolded…
Just as he finished speaking, Aunt Fumio’s energetic voice came through the intercom.
“Hey, you guys!”
Yukihira Soma flinched, thinking he was finally going to be scolded.
But then he heard Aunt Fumio continue.
“Five-Striped Yellowtail and Radish Stew is ready! Who’s coming to get it?”
Hearing this, Sato Shoji and Aoki Daigo instantly perked up, racing each other toward the door.
Leaving Yukihira Soma standing there, dumbfounded.
“You two, remember to come back before Aunt Fumio starts telling stories about the previous Elite Ten!”
“Otherwise, she’ll talk from dusk till dawn, on and on.”
Yoshino Yuki shouted at the backs of Sato Shoji and Aoki Daigo, her tone full of helplessness.
Although Aunt Fumio was great, she just loved talking about the past of Elite Ten seniors who used to live in the Polar Star Dormitory, and once she started, she couldn’t stop.
Watching Sato Shoji and Aoki Daigo dash out the door, Yukihira Soma finally came back to his senses and turned to look at the composed Haruto beside him, his mind practically overflowing with confusion.
“By the way, lloyd san, why are you so calm? We’re both new students who just moved in. Aren’t you surprised at all?”
“This?”
Haruto put down his cup, looked at Yukihira Soma, and said calmly.
“Is this something worth being surprised about?”
Well, in other schools or even other dormitories of Totsuki Academy, it would be surprising.
But in the Polar Star Dormitory, this was just a common occurrence.
The others also had expressions that said it was only natural.
“…”
Yukihira Soma opened his mouth, momentarily not knowing what to say.
When he knew he would be living in a dormitory, he had specifically looked up the school’s dormitory rules.
The current situation was a world apart from what he had found!
Yukihira Soma felt his brain itching, as if it were finally starting to grow.
But on second thought, Yukihira Soma felt that a Polar Star Dormitory like this seemed quite interesting.