The Second Life's

XI - Festival Preparation

The event continued to run and at this time there were so many categories and match sessions that had lasted until noon finally arrived. The host finally announced a break time session that made some students who were quite tired and hungry immediately feel relieved.

The students gathered in the field dispersed like ants running out of sugar leaving only dozens of heads still perched on their benches.

Feline and Felice followed their class group to the cafeteria to celebrate their victory and cheered the other participants in their class who had yet to advance. Their school cafeteria is classified as classy and the food has a variety of menus that are quite luxurious at affordable prices.

This group of small children gathered at one large table while eating together in an orderly manner like adults. Sometimes these children would chat while eating, but their voices remained slow and were only heard by themselves. From here it can be seen that each of these children has a fairly good dining table etiquette.

After eating together, the group ordered several desserts while talking about the next game. One of the friends suddenly thought about whether they needed to buy food for their homeroom teacher.

At first there are still many who doubt, after all with the temperament of Vendry, not necessarily their homeroom will accept the food purchased by the students. But they finally decided to buy something for their teacher. The matter of whether their teacher wanted to or not, it was a matter of later.

After reaching an agreement, another problem re-emerged. They don't know Vendry's taste.

These children are confused about choosing food for their homeroom teacher. They do not know what their teachers like and dislike. Felice looked at the dessert on the menu and a glimpse of the memory flashed through her mind.

In a small room filled with shelves containing bottles of medicine as well as liquid in glasses that do not have labels, in the middle of a pile of report papers in a foreign language, a young man in a white suit with silver glasses and white gloves was sitting on the floor scribbling paper.

The room strongly reflects the occupant where all parts are in white paint, be it the walls or the medicine shelves and the pile of paper balls strewn across the floor reflected the frustration of the young man who was not plastered on his cold face.

The originally silent atmosphere with only the sound of friction of a pen with paper, was suddenly intervened by the sound of door algae being rotated. The young man ignored the distraction and just focused on doing his job.

As the door opened from the outside, it appeared that a girl dressed in all black from top to bottom was standing in front of the door with a small box in her hand.

The young man stopped his questioning movements for a second and his nose slightly moved, but the moment only lasted for a moment before the young man resumed his actions in silence as if the girl standing outside was air.

Felice, who had just returned from the outside, did not see the person she wanted to look for. So he immediately walked in a certain direction and arrived at the door of a certain room. Without knocking on the door, he immediately opened it and sure enough, he found the person he wanted to see.

The scene that entered Felice's eyes as the door opened was a scene of chaos in the entire room filled with papers spreading across the floor as well as several paper balls scattered around every corner of the room. And the perpetrator of all this chaos was calmly sitting on the floor bending his body to scribble the paper on the floor.

A thread of helplessness flashed between Felice's brows. He opened the door wide and stepped his feet past the report paper and the paper ball scattered on the floor.

Felice stood behind the young man and leaned over to see what he was working on. Looking at the shadow that covered him, the movement of the pen in the young man's hand came to a halt and he turned his face upwards.

There was no expression on that handsome face, but Felice could read a speck of impatience lodged in the pupils of the young man who was 4 years older than him. Felice took two steps back and lifted the small box she was carrying.

"I bought a cake."

Felice moved the files on the table and took out a small plate to put the cake. The young man collected the paper he was going to wear and then sat down at the table.

The young man calmly moved the cake plate in front of him before eating it piece by piece. Although there was no change to the young man's expression, Felice knew that the person in front of him was very satisfied with the cake he was carrying.

"Nake?"

"Not bad."

"Good."

After the short conversation, the two sat quietly in harmony as the young man enjoyed the cake and Felice observed the young man before him. Although this room smelled cold and monotonous everywhere, but the atmosphere of the two people felt rather warm.

The sighting of a flash of memory buried between the threads of his mind made Felice's mood better and he pointed some cookies on the menu to the canteen manager as he said, "Mom, please pack this cake."

Feline looked at her brother confusedly and asked, "Sister, isn't it usual that you don't really like eating so many cookies?"

Feline knew that her brother was not too fond of eating sweet, Felice had spent four cupcakes and usually her brother would stop if it had reached the dose.

"This is for Mr. Vendry" Felice said, taking a plastic cake box from the hand of the canteen's mother before paying for the cake.

Felice's reply made the 2nd class members who were initially arguing become silent.

"Sir Vendry likes to eat cake?" asked Gracia astonishment. Everyone knows that Vendry is cold and disciplined. In their shadow, their homeroom teacher should prefer tea or coffee in his spare time compared to sweet cakes. After all, most men do not really like to eat cake especially adults like Vendry.

"Don't know, but instead of us continuing to argue here it's better we just carelessly choose. If Mr. Vendry doesn't like it, then you can eat it" Felice replied casually.

His friends looked at each other and everyone agreed with Felice's decision. That way, the group of children returned to the field.

On their bench, Vendry was still sitting as before with no change of position, but he had an extra laptop at his feet.

Under the gaze of her friends, Felice walked to Vendry's front and thrust the plastic containing the cake box in her hand into Vendry's face while flatly saying, "Sir, this is a cake for you."

Grade 2 student, "..."

Vendry's work is interrupted, "..."