Shiina recalled the plan she had made with Ryuuen.
"How about barbecue for lunch?"
"Barbecue!!! But there's no grill here and no ingredients..."
Amane's gaze turned to the guidebook beside her.
"We can buy them anyway, it's a vacation, everyone just needs to have fun."
Shiina showed a happy, faint smile, which was very pretty.
"It just so happens that I've done some research on grilling. I'll show you my skills then."
Upon hearing that Amane could grill, Shiina was a little tempted.
She remembered the bear cookies from last time.
Ever since she finished the small box Amane gave her, she would go into bakeries to ask about them every time she passed one.
The shop owner told her that they were just snacks Amane made casually, and she didn't know what recipe Amane used to make them so delicious, even though the shop owner had replicated a batch.
However, the taste always felt significantly inferior compared to Amane's.
Now Amane said she could grill, so the big lunch seemed quite worth looking forward to?
Noon.
Horikita and Ayanokoji held the daily meal sets purchased from the guide booklet. For just six class points, they could get forty bento boxes. For an additional six class points, they could also get forty drinks. If they wanted the set, which included both bento and drinks, it only cost ten class points.
Most classes survived on such inexpensive meal sets.
Even though it was already very cheap, each class probably ate two meals a day, saving points from one meal. Yet, even so, twenty class points were consumed daily, which meant one hundred and forty class points over seven days, nearly half of their total points.
And two meals were already the minimum guaranteed expense. To save more, they would have to find alternative food sources.
Right now, Horikita was bringing three meal sets to Amane because she just remembered that Amane's appetite was a *little* bit big.
Fearing that Amane wouldn't be full, she simply brought a few extra portions.
Anyway, they delivered forty portions at a time, and there were always a few extra.
"Amane must be starving, right? It's not impossible that Class C might deliberately make things difficult for Amane regarding food."
Horikita was a little worried about Amane's eating situation.
Ayanokoji seemed much more relaxed.
"Amane is not the type of person to let herself go hungry. It's hard to imagine what Amane would do to Class C if she wasn't getting enough to eat."
Ayanokoji said, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Horikita gave Ayanokoji a suspicious glare.
"When did you start calling her Amane? Wasn't it Miyako-san before?"
Ayanokoji was also taken aback by this question.
Because he hadn't noticed that his way of addressing Amane had changed.
Just as Ayanokoji was about to brush it off.
The two had already arrived at Class C's campsite, where Amane was.
With a thud, the meal sets in Horikita's hand fell to the ground.
"Yamashita-san! Over here, over here! Look at the ball!"
"Hehe, I caught it, Shiina, catch!"
"Eh? Wait... I, I, I, oh no."
Watching Shiina sit down on the beach, hugging the volleyball, many people let out good-natured laughter.
Besides playing beach volleyball, some were sunbathing on beach chairs, some were fishing, some were building sandcastles... Class C really seemed to be on vacation.
Just as Horikita was a little stunned, a familiar voice came from a distance.
"Ishizaki, are you an idiot? Don't fan so hard, fan slowly! I'll make you eat everything that gets burnt!"
"Albert, we're running out of charcoal, add more charcoal... Komiya, you guys quickly skewer these, brush them with the sauce I prepared, and then we can start grilling."
Amane lay on a beach chair, wearing black sunglasses, loudly giving orders to the boys of Class C.
They were having a barbecue!!!
Some boys were responsible for skewering the ingredients and then handing them to Ishizaki and Albert. It was hard to imagine Albert, nearly two meters tall and like an iron tower, carefully adding charcoal under the grill and cautiously flipping the skewers.
Every now and then, he would sneak a skewer and eat it when Amane wasn't looking.
Watching the endless skewers being distributed from the grill to all the members of Class C, Horikita's stomach grumbled uncontrollably.
"Horikita-san, look, Amane seems to be doing very well."
Ayanokoji mischievously pointed at Amane.
Amane, who was being embraced on both sides, didn't notice Horikita's arrival at all.
"Ibuki, squeeze to the right, that's too light. Motofuji-san, keep feeding me. Yajima-san, get me a bottle of chilled soda."
One person was responsible for holding skewers and feeding Amane, another held a drink with a straw, waiting for Amane to taste it.
Behind her, a reluctant Ibuki was giving her a shoulder massage.
Even Ryuuen would be shocked by such a scene if he returned.
What on earth happened to make the people of Class C cooperate so readily with someone who had bullied them just last night, instantly turning into servants providing food, drinks, and even shoulder massages?
One must know that even Ryuuen had never enjoyed such top-tier treatment.
"Can anyone tell me what's happening here?"
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