"I really want to eat it at least once..."
The class had suddenly jumped from discussing war and not having exams to hot pot. Chen Fan had to admire the way these people's minds worked. Before long, Fukiyose Seiri had put together a vote on the blackboard, and everyone decided where to go and what kind of hot pot to have that evening. It was still early, but the entire class was incredibly enthusiastic. Chen Fan simply smiled and shook his head. Forget it. Worrying about war would only make every day less carefree and dashing. There was no need for him to worry about the Roman Orthodox Church either. If soldiers came, he would block them with generals; if water came, he would stop it with earth. If it was a blessing, it was no disaster; if it was a disaster, he could not avoid it. Besides, he was strong enough now. What was there to worry about?
When night fell, the class went out for hot pot together. It was a rare class gathering. Kansai Kazari, Orianna, Musujime Awaki, Last Order, and Kazari Hyōka had all come. Seeing that lineup, the boys in the class were beyond mere jealousy. Aside from Last Order, nearly all of them were stunning beauties with ample figures. Was Chen Fan really living with them? It was unbearably enviable.
Kamijou Touma had brought Index along as well, and Chen Fan realized that it seemed he had not seen her in a long time. Of course, he could not get too closely involved with A Certain Magical Index now, or Index might become a target too.
Index looked at Chen Fan with great dissatisfaction. "Chen Fan, there's nothing left in the refrigerator."
Chen Fan nearly collapsed onto the floor when he heard that. "Hey!