...
After lingering on the sofa for a long while, Lucian finally carried Special Week horizontally back to the bedroom.
"Spe-chan, do you want to take a bath tonight?"
"I'll take one." Special Week had bathed before coming to the victory banquet. As for why she needed another now? Those who understand, understand; not bathing would be uncomfortable.
"Okay, there are new bath towels in the cabinet."
...
When Special Week came out of the bathroom, Lucian finally realized she had come fully prepared—because she had even changed into her own pajamas.
Though she hadn't washed her hair, Special Week was still worried Lucian had waited too long. After turning off the lights, she eagerly slipped into the covers.
Lucian smelled the rich fragrance and proactively wrapped around Special Week, locking her in his embrace. "Smells so good. Why is it my shower gel?"
"Because I didn't bring mine."
"But Spe-chan even brought pajamas, eating Trainer's food, living in Trainer's place, and not even sparing Trainer's shower gel?"
"Eh, can't I use just a little? There's still plenty."
"No no no, your mistake was not asking the owner for permission. Angry."
The embrace loosened as he said it would. Special Week couldn't stop it, but she was amused by Lucian's childishness. "When we're together, Trainer-san really loves getting angry."
Cough cough. Lucian thought about it and realized it seemed true. "I'm still angry right now."
"Then, then... Onii-sama, may I use your shower gel next time?"
If Lucian wouldn't hug her, then she'd hug Lucian instead.
"Spe-chan, can you not kick me out of bed tonight while sleeping?"
"That... probably won't happen, right?" Special Week scratched her cheek. "If Trainer holds me tighter, it should be fine."
"Okay~"
...
A night without words.
However, when Lucian woke up the next day, he was still lying on the floor.
He had actually woken up when he fell in the middle of the night, but was too sleepy, so he grabbed a blanket and fell asleep on the floor.
He got up, looked at Special Week sprawled on the bed in a bizarre pose. "Spe-chan's sleeping posture is way too bad."
He took out his phone to record the moment, then woke Special Week. "Spe-chan, time to get up. You have class today."
"Class? Class!" Special Week threw off the covers and sat up abruptly. In the year Silence Suzuka was away, she often overslept and was late.
"No rush, there's still over an hour." Lucian carried the blanket back to the bed.
"Trainer-san, why are you on the floor?"
"Isn't this thanks to you~"
"S-sorry."
"It's fine. Hurry and wake up, wash up. We'll go to school after breakfast."
...
Lucian had class today too, but only the last two periods.
So after preparing breakfast for Special Week, he went back to sleep, finally heading to school later.
"Class is starting~" After the first period, Lucian stopped taking attendance. He glanced around—no one absent. "Today we're learning pastry baking."
Before class, Lucian had already prepared all the equipment and ingredients.
"Before teaching, let me show everyone a PPT of the finished products." Lucian displayed exquisite images of Chinese pastries like lotus crisp, peach blossom crisp, one by one.
He looked at the audience. Mejiro McQueen's eyes burned brightly. Little Oguri's dazed expression finally melted, revealing longing.
"Sensei, can these really be eaten?" Little Oguri couldn't help asking, because the pastries looked far too beautiful.
"You make them, you can eat them however you want."
"No, I mean... can't we eat the ones Sensei Lu made?"
….
"Depends on Little Oguri's performance today." Thinking he wouldn't make many pastries today, he incited: "I'll only make a limited number today, and distribute them to those who perform well. If you want to eat, everyone has to do their best."
With that, Lucian glanced at Grass Wonder. "Especially you, Little Grass. If you dump in vinegar again, or add too much chili, or mistake salt for MSG..."
"I'll try my best this time~" Grass Wonder said nonchalantly.
Never expected to leave an impression on Trainer Lu this way~
If it's pastries this time, then maybe "accidentally" add too much sugar~
"Oh right, one more thing. Finals are coming, so there will be a final assessment for you all. The content is one dish."
Twin Turbo: "Trainer, didn't you say you'd definitely pass us?"
"Yes, so even if you don't come to the assessment, I'll give you a passing grade."
Considering everyone's busy final schedules, Lucian naturally wouldn't make things difficult for the horse girls.
Whatever could be simplified, would be.
"If there are no questions, let's start today's lesson."
As usual, after Lucian demonstrated and explained once, he walked off the podium to supervise.
Ines Fujin and Rice Shower were as always—quick learners, their work becoming more and more presentable.
Meishou Doto gave him many surprises; she must have practiced pastries a lot at home.
Tamamo Cross, who could steadily surpass Little Oguri in this skill, was also studying very diligently.
If I can't out-eat her, I must at least out-cook her, right?
Given time, maybe Little Oguri will bow to my culinary skills!
Lucian: "Tamamo, stir. Why stop and grin like an idiot?"
Tamamo Cross full of energy: "Oh oh oh~ I'll stir right now!"
...
"Little Grass, what are you thinking again? Murdering the teacher?"
"Trainer Lu, how can you think so badly of me?" Grass Wonder said.
"Eh, stop. Say whatever you want to my stomach."
Grass Wonder smiled faintly. "Will Trainer Lu still teach next year?"
"Considering it."
"I'll come again next year."
"Then no class."
"Really? But I remember Trainer Lu's course should have one more semester, right?"
"Little Grass, asking when you already know?" Lucian checked his watch. "Hurry and prepare yours, or you won't finish in time."
...
After making a round, Lucian finally stopped behind Mejiro McQueen.
Mejiro McQueen noticed him in her peripheral vision.
But Lucian said nothing, which put great pressure on her, making her worry if she had done a step wrong.
"Trainer, is something wrong?"
"No, I'm behind you. Be bold."
"Okay."
...