Chapter 60

I suddenly had an intense craving for cup noodles.

After all, I haven’t been eating ramen at all. At the high-end Chinese restaurant where the Kishigino family goes, I can only eat something as refined as a mixed noodle dish.

I want to eat a miso ramen with a lot of bean sprouts and corn!

But this is probably even harder to achieve than fast food.

A middle school girl entering a ramen shop alone would certainly attract a lot of attention.

So I thought cup noodles would be fine, but the smell might fill the room and I might get caught, and I would also have trouble disposing of the trash after eating. The more authentic types require straining, so if I were to fiddle around in the kitchen, I would definitely be found out.

But I really want to eat it…

While thinking about this, a brilliant idea came to me.

If I pour hot water into the baby ramen hidden deep in the closet, it should turn into instant ramen, right?

I immediately brought a mug and hot water.

I put the baby ramen into the mug, poured in the hot water, and stirred it with a fork. Itadakimasu.

………It’s thin.

What is this? It’s not tasty at all. The broth is as thin as water with a little soy sauce, and the ramen is all mushy.

This is not what I expected. I wasted such a precious snack.

But I can’t let it go to waste, and I need to cover up the evidence, so I forced myself to eat it. If I don’t eat it quickly, it will get even more mushy and increase in volume. What a terrifying food!

That night, I learned that trying to modify pre-made food with strange ideas doesn’t end well.

After that, Rina stopped clinging to Daitoku and stopped throwing tantrums about joining Pivoine. I’m grateful to Ensho.

However, it seems she hasn’t completely calmed down. She still acts snobbishly among the first-year students.

Well, if she suddenly became humble like a different person, it would be more worrying. So, this is just right, I think. I feel bad for the other students, though.

When I secretly checked the first-year classroom, I was quite heartbroken to see that Rina’s followers were all quiet and well-behaved.

But with Rina’s wild behavior resolved and a semblance of peace restored, my stomachaches and binge eating have also stopped. That’s good, that’s good.

If I had continued eating at night, I would have turned into a little raccoon dog again.

The only thing left is Ensho’s “favor,” but he hasn’t said anything. It’s creepy. Was it a joke? No, it couldn’t be.

My mother from my previous life always warned me never to owe money, so I want to pay it back as soon as possible if I can.

One day, while living such days, a “Summer Camp Notice” was distributed.

A three-day, two-night summer camp will be held at a resort where Suiran has a partnership during the summer vacation.

Last year, I didn’t participate because there were also remedial classes. But this year, there are no remedial classes, so I want to participate if possible!

However, despite the summer camp sounding fun, it seems that not many students are participating. The students around me don’t seem very interested either.

When I asked why, many said they already had plans for the summer, they didn’t want to be woken up early, or they didn’t think it would be fun to go to a barren plateau.

That’s true, it might not be very appealing to the young masters and misses.

But I want to go.

As soon as I got home, I expressed my intention to participate to my parents.

However, my mother didn’t look very pleased. The reasons given were, “A Kishigino family daughter participating in such a common event,” “You’ll get sunburned,” and “Rika can’t endure such an uncomfortable life.”

Even if it’s an uncomfortable life, it’s a Suiran summer camp, so the resort is hotel-level, and all the cleaning and meal preparations are done by the staff, just like a regular trip.

But maybe because of the prevailing attitude like my mother’s, there aren’t many participants? I don’t remember my brother ever participating during his middle school years.

Still, I really wanted to go, so I managed to persuade them to let me participate.

When I handed the application form to the teacher, they seemed quite surprised that I would participate. Is it really such a niche event?

Indeed, none of the students in my group are participating. Knowing this, I became a bit anxious. What if I end up alone like during last year’s remedial classes?

Whether they knew my thoughts or not, the teacher, who was initially surprised, quickly said, “Then, I want you to be the leader of the girls’ group.” What?!

“I’m a first-time participant, and I’m not sure if I can handle being a leader…”

“It’s fine! You can definitely do it, Kishigino!”

In the end, I was forced to take on the role of the miscellaneous tasks again. Ah.

And the leader of the boys’ group is the girly committee president.

Long time no see, committee president.

“Kishigino is participating in the summer camp?!”

“Yes. Everything is an experience.”

“That’s good. But I feel more at ease knowing you’ll be the leader with me. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

Looking at the schedule, it says barbecue and fireworks. This is it, this is it!

This is the “common event” my mother talks about, which I can experience!

I’ve always wanted to do fireworks, but I’ve never had the chance. I’m looking forward to it, looking forward to it.

Of course, those two won’t participate in such a common and niche event, and neither will the gal friends.

Ah, I can be so relaxed!

I’m so excited that I started packing even though the event is still far away.

Because my mother is so naggy, sunscreen is a must. Insect repellent, flashlight, first-aid medicine, emergency food, and maybe a bell and a whistle… as I packed these, I ended up with an enormous amount for just a two-night stay.

There’s no way I can bring a suitcase for a two-night, three-day trip.

But I don’t know what to leave out. Maybe I should just send it.

Ah, I’m so excited!