Burning?
This statement was completely unexpected for everyone.
Watching Takeuchi sweat on his forehead, becoming more pronounced, even after just a few seconds, sweat spread from his face to his entire body, like a shipwreck survivor rescued from the ocean, drenched in water, quite embarrassed.
"Takeuchi Sensei?"
Hasegawa Yoye was startled, her little face filled with disbelief.
Takeuchi's reaction to tasting was too bizarre.
It shouldn't be like this.
The girl clenched her delicate fists unknowingly soaked with sweat, her gaze shifting, no matter how she recalled the details of making sushi with her own hands, she couldn't find any trace of tampering. The more she thought about it, the more she felt an inexplicable fear, truly hard to express in words, and being the most familiar with her own skills, she found it odd in front of everyone in the classroom, the sushi she made with her hands exhibited phenomena even she couldn't explain.
Without a doubt.
