Chapter 2, Noodle Soup Thief

Apologies! A somewhat confused voice of apology rang out, and when Kitahara Hidetaka turned his head to look... he was startled, as he saw no one. After focusing his gaze again, he finally noticed a very short girl bending down to apologize, nearly disappearing under the tray, which is why he hadn't seen her at first

Under uncertainty, Hidetaka Kitahara cautiously inquired, "Indeed, I am Kitahara, and you are..." He was overly cautious, even inadvertently using honorifics.

This topic made the island-style musician, who was leisurely eating fried noodles on the side, raise his head and look over with a somewhat expectant expression

Uchida Yuma followed behind Kitahara Shuji, chattering incessantly about how Takasaki Mako's figure, appearance, and temperament were. He firmly believed that Kitahara Shuji would one day regret it deeply—his face twisted in a grimace, wishing he could turn back time to answer on behalf of Kitahara Shuji. He even had a plan on how to deceive Takasaki Mako into going to a love hotel.

Uchida Yuma enjoyed himself there for a while; he preferred talking to Kitahara Shuji. His childhood friend, the island-style Ritsu, was a taciturn person and a nitpicker. When he spoke a few words, Ritsu either ignored him or scolded him with a stern face. It was rare to find someone who could patiently listen to his nonsense and tolerate it. He watched Kitahara Shuji hesitating while looking at the ramen bowl and soon understood what was going on. After rolling his eyes, he pushed his bowl forward and said with a mischievous smile, "Let's swap!"

Hidetaka Kitahara glanced at Yuma Uchida, feeling speechless. Having known him for less than ten days, he already knew about the 266 styles of women's lingerie... If only this guy could channel this enthusiasm into his studies, he would surely secure a place in a good university and pave the way for a bright future, but instead, he uses it all for such frivolous matters.

The island law over there has already taken its position, waving for them to come over. Kitahara Hidetoshi walked while pondering, "Fukuzawa Fuyumi from Class C? Why is she doing this?"

Although Hidetoshi Kitahara has a mild case of face blindness, he confirmed that he does not recognize this person, nor are they classmates. If they were, he should have some impression of them given their short stature

The short girl squinted her crescent-shaped eyes, her expression growing more furious, and indignantly said, "You don't recognize me?"

The girl seemed to want to explode in anger but couldn't find a way to do so. After holding it in for a moment, she suddenly stood on tiptoe, stretched out her small mouth, and took hold of the edge of the ramen bowl on Kitahara Shuji's tray. With a slurping sound, she drank a large mouthful of the ramen broth, then shot a furious glare at Kitahara Shuji before striding away, her small figure disappearing in an instant.

The girl is wearing the spring uniform of the Private Daifuku Academy, with a snow-white shirt underneath a light yellow open-collar thin sweater, and a red tie. She is wearing a dark red and black checkered sailor skirt, complemented by black cotton knee-high socks. Her small round-toed leather shoes are polished to a shine. However, this girl is really short; if it weren't for the uniform, Kitahara Shuji would have thought at first glance that a primary school student had come to play in the university.

Taking a sip of one's own noodle soup over a minor disagreement, is this madness

What is going on? Kitahara Shuji stood there inexplicably, and after a moment, he asked Uchida Yuma: "Who is she...?"

He silently cursed under his breath and directly picked up the noodles to eat—Uchida Yuma's ramen was slightly more expensive, and he did not want to take advantage of that guy. Moreover, with not much money on hand, he did not want to buy another serving, so he decided to endure it

He ordered a bowl of the cheapest soy sauce ramen at the sales window, while Yuma Uchida casually requested a serving of tonkotsu ramen and continued to chatter incessantly. Meanwhile, Ritsu Shikishima went to another window to buy Italian-style fried noodles—his taste seemed to lean towards the sweeter side

The people in the dining area were seated in a scattered manner, and Kitahara Shuji casually responded while searching for a table for three, saying: "I have no time, I need to study"

Uchida Yuma has a thick skin and is unfazed by Kitahara Hidetoshi's disdainful looks. He was mostly joking around; although he is somewhat lewd, he never seriously intended to engage in anything like "indirect kissing." So, he called out, "I’m starting now," and began to eat, changing the subject—he actually has little interest in girls like Fukuzawa Fuyumi, who lack femininity; a few jokes at their expense are enough for him. He then asked, "By the way, Kitahara, which club are you planning to join?"

Kitahara Hidetaka glanced at him again and immediately understood his thoughts—he was staring at the spot where Fukuzawa Fuyumi was slurping her noodle soup, likely thinking about an indirect kiss

As the ramen was ready, the enticing aroma made Yuma Uchida's stomach growl a few times, which calmed him down slightly. He walked towards the dining area with Hidetaka Kitahara while still feeling regretful. "Sigh, based on the information I've gathered, Takasaki is at least high quality, if not top-notch. Hey, Kitahara, what are you really thinking? Say something!"

Hidetaka Kitahara was hesitating as he looked at the bowl of ramen, unsure if Fukuze Fuyumi had any infectious diseases. Can I still eat this? If I throw it away, my wallet won't take it well. I currently have no income; 250 yen isn't a lot, but it's not insignificant either. He was lost in thought, casually responding, "What do you mean by AA level?"

After speaking, he burst into hearty laughter—his laughter, even when it was boisterous, appeared utterly despicable

Humans are, after all, social animals and must engage in communication. Upon entering this body, he was immediately faced with the university entrance ceremony. When he needed to gather information, the affable Uchida Yuma happened to approach him. He tried to glean some insights through indirect inquiries, but unexpectedly found himself entangled with Uchida, who seemed to have included him in his circle of friends. Even now, he did not wish to fall out with Uchida, as there were many matters he needed to learn from him

These two are not in conflict, right! Uchida Yuma is still not giving up. He remembers that Takasaki Mako also has a small group, with two girls who often gather together, and they seem to look quite good. If Kitahara Shuji succeeds, it is likely that he will have more opportunities to spend time with those two girls, significantly increasing the chances of finding a partner or even losing his virginity soon. As for studying, we can talk about that in our third year of high school; for now, we need to seize the time to enjoy our youth... Ah, be careful!

Uchida Yuma let out a startled exclamation, while Kitahara Shuji, not yet having reacted, felt a bump against his side. He quickly steadied the tray in his hands to prevent the full bowl of soup from spilling out

Hidetaka Kitahara ignored him completely, pretending not to have heard a word. This Uchida Yuma was at an age full of interest in women. Although he was lecherous and talkative, he could provide a wealth of information, which was beneficial. However, the downside was that one had to occasionally endure his incessant chatter, which could be seen as a trade-off.

Uchida Yuma was just waiting for him to ask, scraping the burrs off his chopsticks, and said with great delight: "Don't know? Let me teach you, this is all knowledge! AA cup refers to the fact that her upper and lower bust measurements differ by only 7.5 centimeters—she is a super flat-chested girl, probably still wearing a small tank top, how sad!"

This guy, there should be a limit to how sleazy one can be! Have you never seen a woman in your entire life?

Uchida Yuma was also puzzled: "I don't know either. Based on the information I've gathered about the school girls, you shouldn't know each other! She is a local, and you are from Tottori Prefecture, which is quite far away... How strange!" He followed Kitahara Hidetaka to sit down, still showing off his information-gathering skills, "Fukuzawa Fuyumi seems to have entered the public junior high school in the DS district, blood type A, Capricorn, and is the shortest in her grade, claiming to be 1.50 meters tall, but it is said that she hides height-increasing insoles in her shoes, so she is actually only 1.45 meters tall, with an AA-level figure.

"It's alright, classmate, are you okay?" Kitahara Shuji smiled slightly, not minding the accidental collision. The girl straightened up, rubbed her drowsy eyes, and said apologetically, "I was too sleepy and got a bit distracted, I didn't see the road clearly, I'm really sorry..." As she spoke, she finally saw Kitahara Shuji's face and was instantly taken aback, "It's you? Little White... Kitahara Shuji?!"

Fortunately, although this person does not have a good appearance and is still in a period of youthful restlessness, he is not fundamentally a bad person and can be tolerated to some extent

Uchida Yuma was also taken aback; in his entire life, it was the first time he had encountered such a novelty—was someone really so brazen as to steal another's noodle soup? After a moment of reflection, he said: "Looking at this height... it seems to be Fuzawa Fuyumi from Class C."

Hidetaka Kitahara was taken aback, wondering if this was someone he knew. Shouldn't the original owner of this body have no acquaintances in Nagoya? Was it someone he had seen in the past few days or a classmate? He felt puzzled but did not show it on his face. He took a moment to carefully examine the face of the girl in front of him and found that she was quite attractive—a small face the size of a palm, crescent-shaped eyes, delicate eyebrows, and cherry lips, with two shallow dimples on her cheeks. However, at that moment, her expression was slowly transforming from a state of sleepy fatigue to one of annoyance, revealing a pair of small canine teeth at the corners of her lips that glinted coldly.

Have we met somewhere before