This is the 'barrier of talent,' an 'unreachable ceiling' that cannot be envied.
And the class president's "Academic Ability A" indicates that High School courses are easy for her; she should be able to easily get into a top university without much effort.
Perhaps what is unattainable for ordinary students, like the University of Tokyo, is just a small, not-so-difficult hill in her life.
"So, can you tell anything from my palm reading?"
"Um... your grades are very good."
"That's amazing, you can even tell that? I am indeed number one in the grade."
The class president performed in perfect coordination.
"I'm also number one, just in the opposite direction."
Because Akira spent all his time studying languages, his grades in other subjects were naturally appalling.
"So, Kuroba-kun, are you hoping I'll tutor you?"
"If you have the time to teach me, Class President, I would naturally be very grateful, but that has nothing to do with our transaction this time."
After reading everything in her left hand, Akira noticed something very special.
Among a bunch of Lv1 proficiencies, there was only one that reached Lv2.
「Cooking Lv2」
You should know that the landlady's cooking level is only Lv1, and she is already over seventy years old.
However, it is rare for someone like the Old Lady to still be so bad at cooking after decades, maybe the old man left her early because the Old Lady's cooking was too terrible.
According to Akira's observation, most housewives are at this Lv2 level.
As for Lv3, that's already the level where one can open a shop independently, mostly head chefs in restaurants.
Proficiency becomes harder to increase the higher it gets, and without the relevant talent, progress will be directly stuck, making it difficult to improve even an inch.
The class president has already reached the level of an average housewife at this age, which means she has put more effort into cooking, so the food she makes should be delicious.
Okay… it's decided!
I'll freeload off her!
Akira put down Anri Hitomi's hand and said.
"Class President, I can tell from your hand that you are very good at cooking."
"…Kuroba-kun, so you really can read palms."
She only started learning because of her mother, who said that if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach.
Usually, the professional chef at home can do the cooking, but a wife's occasional display of superb cooking skills can also bring glory to her husband's face.
Although the motive was impure, Anri Hitomi gradually enjoyed the process of learning, and she could forget her troubles when cooking.
"Then, as a reward for me joining the Literary Club, I'll have to trouble you, Class President, to bring me lunch."
"So, you're saying you want me to make you a bento, Kuroba-kun?"
"That depends on your own willingness, I just need to fill my stomach, even store-bought rice balls and bread are fine."
"…"
"But let me state in advance, it's not just for once, for the rest of the days this year, I'll leave my lunch to you, Class President."
Akira shamelessly proposed the idea of using the class president as a long-term meal ticket, and then felt a little guilty, so he added.
"Well, of course, I won't really freeload, if you agree to this condition, then I will help you find members who are willing to join the Literary Club, and if someone quits halfway, I will continue to help you fill the members… In other words, I will work with you to ensure that the Literary Club will not be abolished, so that should be fair enough, right?"
"I'm willing."
Unexpectedly, the class president agreed in one breath.
Akira turned back to look at her, and then froze.
The sunlight reflected on her face, there was a sparkling light in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth raised in a satisfied arc.
An angelic, bright smile.
"Starting tomorrow, I will prepare a handmade bento for you every day, please look forward to it, Kuroba-kun."
"Alright!"
I'm freeloading!