"Don't doubt it..." Just as the hot-blooded female teacher was feeling utterly frustrated, Sogo Doma continued, "Shizuka Hiratsuka, you really do have a weakened version of the God's Tongue now. Don't you feel like you've suddenly got your groove back? It's just a pity..."
Shizuka Hiratsuka: "..."
What groove? She was only worried about whether she would develop anorexia...
Wait!
"What's a pity?"
"Of course, it's a pity that the God's Tongue is a weakened version..." Sogo Doma raised a finger. "Compared to the genuine God's Tongue, your weakened version can't detect flaws in food at all. It only keeps magnifying a food's good points. Unless you undergo professional training, you can't become a food critic..."
"Huh?" Shizuka Hiratsuka froze again, but this time, her expression was rather subtle, as though she wanted to smile: (^_^)
From the sound of it, she probably would not develop anorexia. Come to think of it, this was probably the best news she had heard all day, right? But why was that kid Doma looking at her with such regret?
"Are you disappointed?" In truth, Sogo Doma understood her. The only reason he said those things with a regretful expression was to amuse himself. "You clearly obtained the legendary God's Tongue, yet you can't decide a restaurant's life or death with a single sentence like in the legends..."
"Regretfully..." Shizuka Hiratsuka could not help saying, "I'm not disappointed at all! On the contrary..." She was very satisfied!
"Uh..." Before she could finish, Sogo Doma pondered, "All right, my mistake. For someone without ambition like you, Shizuka Hiratsuka, a weakened God's Tongue probably counts as good news, huh?"
Shizuka Hiratsuka: "..."
Damn it, what was she supposed to do when she suddenly wanted to hit someone? There was no helping it—she really had just thought