My wife name is Erina Nakiri

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Erina was still quite annoyed thinking about that day. If Renz hadn't stopped her on LINE, Erina would have actually gone to the school to investigate. Though she initially didn't care which school Renz attended, now she desperately wanted him to transfer to Totsuki Academy.

If it were that girl from school who was chasing Renz, Erina was fully prepared for battle, ready to showcase her charm and make anyone attempting to invade her territory retreat without a fight. Facing such rivals, Erina was very confident and felt no panic at all.

Her beauty alone was overwhelming.

Renz likely understood Erina's thoughts. "It's not that troublemaker. It's another female classmate, who seemed to be delivering food but got the wrong door."

"She's your fan," Renz added.

"My fan?" Erina grew even calmer. "Then she must have seen me and wants to interact closely, right?" She subtly straightened her posture. She was no longer as casually relaxed as before. The dignified, graceful, and noble Erina-sama was back!

Outside the door, another knock echoed. Renz opened the door, and Rizu Ogata bowed once more. Their relationship wasn't that familiar; they were merely schoolmates from different classes, making her visit somewhat abrupt and unexpected. She had stumbled upon him by coincidence while delivering food to the wrong address.

"Excuse the intrusion," Rizu Ogata stated formally.

"It's no intrusion at all," Renz said politely, leading Rizu Ogata through the entrance to the living room. Erina, like a hostess, had prepared a pot of tea.

This scene gave Renz a fleeting illusion of time reversing. Hey, Mashiro already unconsciously pulled this move earlier! The signature move of a hostess, the expert technique of "greeting guests with tea."

However, Rizu Ogata didn't grasp the meaning behind this action. With her exceptional understanding in mathematics and physics, she was completely lost when it came to human behaviors. Rizu Ogata often struggled to comprehend the hidden meanings behind various actions. Erina's attempt at displaying her hostess status fell flat. If Rizu Ogata couldn't even grasp the deeper meaning of Erina's actions, how could she achieve Erina's desired outcome?

"Hello, my name is Rizu Ogata," Rizu Ogata introduced herself in a very conventional manner.

In response to Rizu Ogata's introduction, Erina replied, "Hello, I am Erina."

Instantly, the rhythm of the conversation shifted to Rizu Ogata's pace. Erina's intended show of dominance posed no threat because Rizu Ogata's thought process wasn't on the same wavelength as Erina's.

"I really enjoy watching your cooking show," Rizu Ogata said earnestly. "My father is also a loyal fan of yours. May I please have an autograph?"

She truly is a science student. Solving a problem simply requires an answer. Her goal in meeting Erina was to get her autograph, and she went straight to the point. However, Renz himself felt awkward with such a direct conversation style. The pleasantries were too perfunctory, and the purpose of getting an autograph was too strong!

"No problem," Erina waved her hand. From this perspective, Rizu Ogata didn't seem like a competitor, and even if she were, she posed no real threat. Erina felt she had a great advantage in height, and her chest size likely wasn't far behind. Crucially, Erina was very confident in her talent. Most importantly, Erina possessed an advantage that no one else had. Thinking this, her mindset became much calmer.

"However, I didn't bring paper or a pen," Rizu Ogata explained her situation, a science student clearly stating her prerequisites. Since he had homework, Renz tore a sheet of paper from a notebook in the living room, took out a pen, and handed it to Erina. Erina extended her hand and signed her name. A gracefully soaring, almost phoenix-like name appeared on the paper. This graceful flourish was not a derogatory term; it was Erina's specially designed artistic signature, possessing a strong sense of three-dimensional structure and exquisite beauty.

"Renz-kun, could I also have your autograph?" Rizu Ogata asked.

"You want my autograph too?" Renz was surprised.

"Yes. As I mentioned before, my family runs an udon noodle shop. My father is the owner, and he watched that episode and really admires you," Rizu Ogata explained thoroughly. "He even visited your restaurant to taste your food firsthand."

"If possible, my father would like to invite you to work as a head chef at our shop and ask you to inherit the Ogata family's secret udon noodle style," Rizu Ogata relayed her father's exact words.

It was clear that Rizu Ogata had spoken her father's jest, and more importantly, Rizu Ogata, whose humanities grades were subpar, had not detected the hidden meaning in her father's words. Renz extended his hand and signed his name on the paper, his strokes sharp and forceful, his cursive elegant and free-flowing. His artistic signature was part of a set with Erina's, so when signed on the paper, the two autographs felt like a match made in heaven, as if signed by the same person. Yet, upon closer inspection, one could detect the subtle differences.

"Thank you," Rizu Ogata didn't notice this detail. She took the signed paper. Just then, she was startled to see Erina's hands braced on the table.

Erina listened intently, feeling as if the other party was standing on her face, 'mocking' her. However, Erina also realized the crux of the problem. She hadn't laid her cards on the table yet.

"On behalf of Renz, I thank your father for his kindness, but, regrettably, Renz is already taken, and I, Erina, am Renz's official girlfriend. It seems the Ogata family's secret udon noodle style cannot be passed down through Renz's hands," Erina declared like a ruthless self-destructing robot.

Her words stunned Rizu Ogata.

'Official girlfriend?'

"So you two are in that kind of relationship?" Rizu Ogata stammered slightly. "You... at this age, are you having... having... having an early romance?"

"Also, why can't Renz-kun help inherit the Ogata family's secret udon noodles? Isn't it just learning how to make another dish?"

When she said that, Erina felt as if she had somehow misunderstood something. The other party doesn't seem to be here to steal her boyfriend.

"Ahem, Ogata-san," Renz knew that Rizu Ogata's humanities grades were not ideal, especially in reading comprehension, where she often lost points. But he never imagined Rizu Ogata's reading comprehension was that bad.

"Do you know?"

"What your father said contained a very strong element of a joke."

Renz thought, somewhat exasperated. How should he explain this concept?

"What your father said, by extension, means he wants me to marry into the Ogata family. Because certain secret recipes in the culinary world cannot be passed down to outsiders."

"If the Ogata family's secret udon noodle style is to be passed down through my hands,"

"Then I would have to marry into the Ogata family."

"Do you understand now?" Renz explained with an awkward, 'smiling through life's difficulties' grin.

"Ah?!" When Rizu Ogata heard Renz's explanation, she stood frozen like a statue. Now she understood why Erina's reaction had been so intense.

"I'm sorry!!!"

"I didn't mean to!!!"

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