Classroom of the Elite: After the Information Update, They Always Want to Win Me Over!

To be precise, ever since the Uninhabited Island Special Exam, when the two of them had fought in the gym and the upperclassman said she wanted to keep him, they had barely spoken to each other.

Shimizu Akira twitched at the corner of his mouth. "Hello, Upperclassman. Can I have a serving of fried noodles? I'll pay with Private Points."

Kiryuuin Fuuka thought for a moment. "No need. I was just about to close up and eat too. Help me pack the meals into boxes and sell them, then we can have lunch together afterward. How about it?"

"Sure. That does sound fair and reasonable."

Shimizu Akira set his Backpack on a chair beside the stall, rolled up his sleeves, and walked behind the counter.

"What exactly do I do?"

Kiryuuin Fuuka pointed at a stack of empty meal boxes beside her and a bucket of already-cooked fried noodles. "Pack them into boxes. One serving per box, put the lids on, and stack them neatly."

"Got it."

Shimizu Akira picked up a meal box, opened it, scooped fried noodles into it with a spatula, and put on the lid.

He had no experience packing meals, so he could only try his best to make sure every box held roughly the same amount.

Kiryuuin Fuuka turned off the heat beneath the griddle, scooped out the remaining fried noodles, and divided them into two large bowls. She pushed one bowl over to Shimizu Akira and held the other herself.

"This one is mine, Junior," she said. "The ones you packed are for the customers, so don't mix them up."

"I won't."

The two of them stayed busy for more than ten minutes, one frying and the other packing. At last, the line in front of the stall dispersed, and the final customer