I'm a Tryhard; They're Trash

Gion tucked the loose hair by her ear back, a faint smile on her lips.

"Of course Gion can cook. If I couldn't, I'd starve to death."

Xia Luo raised a brow. It sounded like there was a story behind that, but seeing that Gion had no intention of elaborating, he did not press her.

Xia Luo chuckled. "You think one meal is enough to win me over? Am I that easy to buy?"

"Do you know how many girls want to treat me to a meal? They could line up all the way from Headquarters to the Sabaody Archipelago."

Gion pouted. "Then what do you want?"

Xia Luo held up one finger. "One month!"

"One month? That'll work me to death! No way!" Gion kept shaking her head, her face full of resistance.

Her usual training already left her exhausted, and Xia Luo ate so much. Where was she supposed to find that much energy?

Xia Luo said, "Then how about one month of late-night snacks? Just one meal a day, and I don't eat much at night."

To be precise, Xia Luo usually did not eat late-night snacks at all, because the cafeteria had nothing to eat in the middle of the night----

"Besides, I'll prepare the ingredients myself. You only need to cook them. I hope your skills won't disappoint me."

Gion thought it over, then finally nodded. "All right, then it's settled. Come find me tonight."

"Oh, right. I live with Sister Tsuru. You know where Sister Tsuru's house is, right?"

"I do. It's right next door to Vice Admiral Garp's."

"OK, see you tonight."

"Mm-hmm."

As Gion's departing figure reflected in his pupils, the corners of Xia Luo's lips unconsciously curled upward. Why was he looking forward to this?

Well, he was definitely looking forward