Mystery: The whole good living master

A crisp ringing sound came from the direction of the bed opposite.

It was a red painted metal alarm clock with a very classic and exquisite style, piled messily on the bedside table along with some sundries.

Klein rubbed his eyes and sat up, wrapped himself in a quilt, and put on a knitted sweater and cotton pants that would keep him warm in the winter.

He yawned again and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

Klein walked for a long time before a hand reached out from the rolled-up quilt on the bed opposite him and pressed the alarm clock, stopping this hardworking mechanical creation from ringing relentlessly.

Elio also struggled to get up, stretching lazily with grunting and groaning. His bones made crisp crackling sounds and he had two heavy dark circles under his eyes, as if he had not slept all night.

Elio crawled out of bed, picked up the canvas bag and coat hanging on the chair, walked to the door of the dormitory, sat down against the wall, squinted his eyes and dozed off - in order to monitor Klein and prevent him from doing stupid things, Elio didn't even dare to take off his clothes before going to bed at night.

After washing up, Klein came back with a copper washbasin. Seeing Elio sitting at the door looking pitiful, he had to take on the job of a caregiver at the nursing home and half-dragged and half-carried Elio back to bed.

After performing a simple formalistic humanitarian care, Klein walked out silently. Elio, who had just been lying peacefully on the bed, jumped out and hugged Klein's thigh tightly, refusing to let go.

"If you use the same trick too much, it will become useless." Klein was prepared: he put on two layers of pants!

Klein quickly took off the extra pants, escaped by cutting off his tail, and ran away, leaving Elio holding the pants.

Elio held onto Klein's pants and lay on the ground, shouting his ultimate move at the top of his lungs: "Klein! Have you thought about what you're going to say if you meet Koreshi?"

Klein, who was attacked by the sonic waves, slipped and fell to the ground.

Elio took the opportunity to catch up and added, "Have you figured out how to invite Koreshi to the hot springs?"

Klein hugged his head and huddled into a ball, unwilling to face reality.

Elio patted Klein's shoulder comfortingly, but did not help him up - it would be great if Klein could just stay here and never look for Korrisi...

However, Klein did not continue to be depressed as Elio expected.

Elio looked at Klein who was slowly getting up: "Have you thought it through? Have you made up your mind?"

Klein shook his head. “No, if we don’t leave now, we’ll miss breakfast.”

"Yes! Breakfast!" Elio slapped his thigh, forgot about Korrisi, pulled Klein and ran to the cafeteria.

……

Breakfast was fried bacon and doughnuts, with a cup of fresh corn kernels and unlimited coffee.

The warm coffee was placed in a large iron bucket with sugar and milk added in advance. Many students were queuing up to scoop coffee.

The bacon is fried to the perfect temperature, and the curled slices of meat are very intact. The high temperature roasting has fried out the excess fat in the fat, leaving only the shimmering oil spots on the surface. There is a thin layer of charred layer on the edge of the meat slices, which constantly exudes a rich smoky flavor.

“This is outrageous!” Elio slammed the table as he crunched and slurped his bacon.

"What's wrong with you?" Klein looked up at him.

"Did they change the chef in this cafeteria?" Elio took another bite of the doughnut that was crispy on the outside and sweet on the inside.

"No, it's always been this chef." Klein pointed at the fat chef who was in charge of serving meals at the window.

"Hmm..." Elio stared at the fat chef for a while, then turned around and said, "Wasn't he always very angry before? Why is he smiling so kindly now?"

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s a second spring in life.” Klein picked up the cup and drank coffee.

"There must be something wrong here..." Elio narrowed his eyes.

“Hehe…” Klein didn’t intend to go crazy with Elio.

"Klein, you've been staying in school all this time. Do you remember when the free meals in the cafeteria started to taste good?" Elio, who didn't usually smoke, searched his whole body but couldn't find a cigar or pipe that would allow him to play the detective role. He had to use his hand to make a cigarette, put it to his mouth and pretend to take a puff.

“Uh… maybe…” Klein thought for a moment, “Last year? I remember it was one day when the bread and oxtail were particularly fresh, and the chef suddenly became very gentle, even allowing me to take the bread away for lunch.”

Elio leaned forward and asked, "Do you remember the exact day?"

“How would I remember that?” Klein rolled his eyes.

Then Klein seemed to remember something: "Wait! That's right! I seemed to be in the library that day, and I saw a very beautiful person on the opposite hillside from the window!"

"I didn't ask you that..." Elio patted his forehead: "What happened next? What did you eat the next day?"

"The next day... I don't think I went to eat the next day... I asked other classmates, and the next day was the same as before. I remember it was shredded carrot bread porridge with pickled lettuce."

"And then?" Elio continued to ask.

“The next day seemed to be delicious again… I didn’t have breakfast, but lunch and dinner were both delicious…” Klein slapped his thigh, “Oh, right! I had dinner with Korishi that night!”

Elio covered his face and sighed, "You are hopeless."

"Do you remember when it started to taste good?" Elio stuffed the last donut in his hand into his mouth.

“The 25th? I had dinner with Korrisi on the 25th…” Klein, who only had Korrisi in his mind, scratched his head and said, “I don’t remember anything else. I had a delicious steak one day before, and I thought about whether I could bring some back for Melissa… But then I didn’t have the nerve to ask the chef for it… That steak seemed quite expensive…”

Elio patted Klein’s shoulder with his greasy hands. “What’s the big deal? What’s there to be embarrassed about? I’ll go get it for you when he gets something ready!”

Klein calmly dodged Elio's greasy hands, drank up his coffee, picked up the plate, stood up and walked out: "Thank you..."

"Hey! Wait for me!" Elio picked up the plate of bacon and put it into his mouth.

……

Klein didn't dare sit in his usual seat, but instead moved to a corner seat, took out his notebook and immersed himself in writing his paper.

Elio called a few classmates and formed a circle around the tables in the middle of the study room. He stood in the middle and the other classmates stood outside, and they started playing poker together.

Time passed quickly, and Elio had successfully gathered all the students in the study room.

Klein held his head in his hands, his hands were shaking as he was writing his paper, and he was so nervous that he was on the verge of collapse.

"Creaky" - the aging door hinges made a teeth-grinding sound.

A figure walked in, accompanied by a cold wind that blew into the warm room from the corridor.

Klein looked up: an orange beret was pressed on his short silver hair, and beneath his hair were a pair of gentle and calm deep blue eyes.

Oh... it's Korrisi...

Klein didn't care what Korrixi wore today... It would be best if Korrixi didn't wear anything...

No, no, no, that's too weird. I should say that Klein only cared about Korrisi's face...

Still so cool... so pure... so... beautiful... so tempting? No no no! How could I think like that?

Klein felt his face getting a little hot, so he quickly lowered his head and started writing his paper.

Klein felt as if Korrisi was sitting across from him...

It was as if something had swept the thesis out of Klein's mind. All that was left in Klein's mind was Korris's face, Korris's eyes, and Korris's smile...to the point that Klein couldn't even write. The few letters on the notebook were crooked, as if they were written by a curly-haired baboon.

Klein took a peek and saw that Koresi had already started reading. Her focused expression was very attractive... Ugh! No! Very attractive! Yes, it's just very nice to look at... No! That's not what I meant!

Klein closed his eyes tightly to deny the wandering thoughts in his mind.

Only after he successfully forced himself to drive Korrixi's face out of his mind did Klein dare to open his eyes...

I'd better write my thesis... I won't get my diploma if I don't finish it...

Klein tried to concentrate on his paper.

……

It wasn’t until he heard the church bells and Korish, who was sitting opposite him, asked him if he wanted to go to dinner that Klein put down his pen and quietly packed up his reference books and notes.

Lunch was Feynaporte chowder fried rice with a rich variety of ingredients. It was still delicious, but Klein felt that he shouldn’t enjoy the food alone, especially after discussing similar issues in the morning... But the emptiness and hunger in his stomach and the constant aroma of the fried rice in front of him were constantly irritating his nerves. He was worried about the shame of taking up public resources in the school if he ordered a second meal for his family. He also felt guilty towards his family for eating such exquisite meals every day, and eating them "alone"... Several emotions twisted together, like a rope, as if strangling Klein's neck.

"What's wrong? Don't you like shrimps?" A pleasant voice came from the other side.

No, I love shrimps, I love everything, I’m not picky…

But Klein didn't say anything. He didn't even dare to look up at Korrisi... Obviously, Korrisi also noticed that something was wrong with him... But it seemed that he shouldn't tell Korrisi about such a small matter... How should I put it... Maybe it was the shame caused by his poor family background that was playing tricks on him?

Elio came closer, a malicious gleam in his eyes.

Klein was so frightened that he quickly threw away the spoon and covered Elio's mouth.

"No, he wants to... uh... uh..." Elio only uttered a few vague letters.

Elio was pushed back by Klein.

Klein continued to worry about the shrimp on the plate.

After a while... when Klein counted out 230 grains of rice, 11 bell peppers, five pieces of pineapple, and three slices of ham... Elio's face came closer to Klein again.

Klein was a little impatient: "What's wrong?"

Elio smiled and kept the secret a secret. He took Klein's hand and led him to a door that was not obvious and hidden in the wallpaper. This door led to the back kitchen.

Klein quickly realized what Elio wanted to do, and he struggled to break free, but the hand on Klein's wrist was like a powerful shackle that he couldn't break free of.

Klein, who was rejecting it with every cell in his body, was dragged in alive by Elio.

However, the chubby chef was unexpectedly easy to talk to. After Elio told him that "the fried rice is so delicious that I want to pack some to take back for my sister to try," he immediately took out a large iron spoon from behind and motioned to Elio to take as much as he wanted, and he would make sure that the two of them would "eat a lot"!

But Klein said that he didn't really plan to pack the cafeteria food home at first, so he didn't prepare a lunch box.

Then, the chubby chef, with his round beer belly, bent over and looked for a lunch box for Klein in the cupboard with a very service-minded attitude.

Finally, I managed to find a large double-layer lunch box that was enough for Melissa to eat for three meals!

Elio raised another question: "It's so cold outside, and the lunch box can't keep warm. It will freeze into fried rice popsicles when I take it home~"