Name: Cong Kashi
Age: 14
Gender: Male
School: Second to Last year of High school (Junior)
Appearance: A steady, refined boy with Green hair, Glasses, and skinny body structure. He is only 4 feet tall and still has a childish feature about him. Despite this, he looks exactly like a miniature version of a cliched scientist, collarneck button shirt, lab coat, and everything.
Personality: Very factual based, but still retains a childish image and innocence. Despite his vast knowledge he is unaware of sexual insinuations and therefore does not understand the conflict between the boys and the girls. Perhaps the fact that he has not entered puberty explains this reason. For the prodigy that he is, he frequently makes calculation errors and this is part of the result that he is forced to live in Japan. He is an alchemist, yet most of his experiments go up in flames. Literally.
History: Despite his prodigal appearance, he is a frequent blunderer and makes calculation errors rather than misunderstanding the question. For this reason, he was exiled from his parents in China and sent to Japan to learn to live independently partly to see if Cong can learn from his mistakes and partly, they hope, that he will mature both physically and mentally. He is put into the Junior year of high school; however, due to his errors, his test scores are not all that great.
Favorite Possessions: He has a personalized computer built into the eyeglasses he wears, which SHOULD have made his calculations more accurate. (perhaps he thinks too fast and as a result makes inaccurate calculations) He has a whole chemistry lab for his room (don't ask how) and also has a small hyperactive finch as his pet. (Pets are very important in these types of genre!)
Talent #1: Makes Chemical compounds. If he does it right, he can make a cure to anything. That usually doesn't help though. However, explosives can be used for other purposes...
Talent #2: Exceptional Fact-based data. Though calculations may be erroneous, he certainly can get anyone's facts straight with the database mind of his.
Relations: Everyone thinks of him as too small and childish to really take him seriously. Pity.
Other: Male counterpart to Shinobu.

Methinks I am the closest person to a cook right now.
Cong
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"EEEEEEk! Watch it! You're BURNING it!!"
I turned around while beating some egg yolk to look at one of the older girls looking at me. (Then again, they're all older than me)

It was quite strange how the first couple of days in Tokyo was. First, it took me hours just to figure out the shortest route out of the airport, which after many calculation blunders and I found out was just the door in front of me that said "Exit". Second, it took me the rest of the afternoon to find the hotel after I exited the subway, which after making a whole round trip tour of Tokyo I found out was located right next to the subway station I had exited in. And thirdly, these Japanese women seem particularly unusual in their aggressiveness and sparsely-clothed apparrel when I arrived. At least now they seem to have calmed down and put on more clothes.
All the men and me got up early in the morning since many of us have chores we must do in order to occupy the house. The question of who can cook aroused, and I told them I had some skills in understanding the culinary arts since I was a chemist... and they immediately nominated me as the cook. So now, with Pecca, my finch, whirling around my head as he always does, I was trying to create something from what little I knew from father, who usually cooked dinner for me and my family at home. I wanted something simple, such as fried rice, since I didn't want to create a big mess out of the situation... however, I realized that they either had no rice or was completely out of it, so I substituted the rice with whatever form of grains and breads they had. Naturally, from the oxidation of the carbohydrates, the bread pieces created a burnt-toast sort of smell and some of the pieces had already blackened to carbon.
"Well," I told the yelling and scary lady while pouring in the yolk, "I wanted to make some fried rice but I didn't find any rice, so I figured since bread and rice are both forms of grain I figured the bread you had would make a fine substitute for the rice." I added in some water to make sure the bread wouldn't dehydrate.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?!? YOU DON'T FRY BREAD LIKE IT'S FRIED RICE!!! NO ONE EVER DOES THAT!!!"
"They... They don't?"
"NO! THEY DON'T!!"
Tears began swelling up in my eyes.
"Hey," I heard another girl say before I started to cry, "This doesn't taste so bad. Kinda like burnt toast and scrambled eggs, actually."