Seiichi Yukimura had a strange feeling of uneasiness since he woke up in the morning. This feeling of uneasiness reached its peak when he walked out of the house, almost to the point of chills, urging him to turn around and go back inside.

He stopped at the door to recall what he had done recently and whether he had overlooked anything.

He had fully recovered from his illness, didn't apply the wrong card for the entrance exam, planted the flowers and plants, watered them, didn't forget to bring his lunchbox, his medicine and vitamins were in his bag, and the button Akira gave him was in his shirt pocket.

What else could have happened?

Yukimura couldn't figure it out, so he closed the door and walked back to school.

It should be … an illusion, right?

*

At this moment, Sanada Senichiro saw the girl sitting at the dining table chatting enthusiastically with Sanada's mother as he returned home from his morning exercise. He felt that he was going to be unlucky today.

Why was this demon at his house?!

"Sanada -kun, long time no see."

Sanchū Ming turned around and saw the silent boy standing at the door. "Still up at four in the morning to practice?"

"… Ah." Sanada Senichiro pressed down on his hat uncomfortably.

"Yeah, this kid doesn't even want to sleep a little longer and insists on getting up early to practice Kendo."

Miyuki Sanada complained to Sanchū Ming proudly, "Puberty is the time when you need to sleep, but Shinichiro keeps saying 'sleeping in is too relaxing!'

He wants to get up at four in the morning, and no one can stop him.

Even my dad doesn't get up as early as him. "

As she spoke, Sanada Miyuki's pride and arrogance turned into sorrow. She sighed. "I've always felt that it's because he doesn't sleep enough that Zenichiro looks so mature. When he stands next to that kid from Kiyoshi, they look like father and son."

Sanada Senichiro was speechless.

He pulled down the brim of his hat with a dark expression and lowered his head to eat.

"How many times have I told you, Shinichiro, you can't wear a hat when eating!"

Sanchū Ming: Pfft.

"Speaking of which, Sanada -kun, didn't you participate in the middle school and high school Miso Festival last year?

Did you win a prize? "

Seeing Sanada Senichiro's face getting darker and darker, Sanchū Ming finally changed the topic.

However, Sanada Senichiro lowered his head even further, almost into the bowl.

"… We can't relax."

"What award?"

Miyuki Sanada mercilessly exposed her son, "Shinichiro doesn't even know how to cook rice, how can he know how to make miso tanraku?

That kid from Jingshi went with him as a token of appreciation.

In the end, he made it to the finals while Shinichiro was eliminated in the first round.

The judges said that his dish was dark cuisine, but he wasn't convinced. He said to the judges, "Traditional miso is the best!

I can't let popular things like cheese tamper with the original taste of miso! '

He kept praising the excellence of traditional miso, but in the end, he was politely asked to leave by the staff. "

Sanada Senichiro couldn't help but say, "Popular things can be tampered with, it's the tragedy of this era!"

"Wait until you can distinguish between pine nuts and lotus seeds, salt and sugar, then you can talk to me about the tragedy of this era." Miyuki Sanada coldly suppressed her son's protest.

Sanchū Ming used the teacup to cover his face. He felt that he was about to burst out laughing in front of Sanada Senichiro.

Sure enough, Sanchū Ming was his nemesis!

He was here to suppress him!

When he was young, he was completely suppressed by Sanchū Ming in swordsmanship and games. He couldn't fight back at all. It had already become a childhood shadow. Sanada Senichiro, who didn't want to slay dragons and only wanted to save his own life, saw Sanchū Ming trying to flatten the corners of his mouth, and thought to himself in despair.

"Why do I have such a son?"

Sanada's mother confided to Sanchū Ming, "He finally stopped participating in those weird miso competitions when he was in third grade, and he started to practice picking beans again.

"The key point is that Shinichiro didn't do it for fun. He felt that picking beans could calm him down and make his hands steadier. He seriously took picking beans as a practice, and he would pick beans for an hour every day.

"Yesterday, he was still counting. Ninety-one, ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four — — Oh, damn it!

It was all for naught!

This plate is too loose!

"The plate is loose, how is the plate loose!"

"Pfft!" Sanchū Ming spat out a mouthful of water.

"Sorry, sorry, hahahahaha!"

"Aiya, quickly wipe it. It's good that you didn't get it on your body."

Miyuki Sanada passed the paper to Sanchū Ming and continued to sigh sadly, "With such an outstanding child by his side, why can't Shinichiro learn how to fall in love?

He's already graduated from Junior high school, but he still has zero experience in love. "

Sanada Senichiro was speechless.

Sanada Senichiro: My dear mother!!!

"It's too early to talk about this!" Sanada Senichiro raised his bowl to cover his flushed face.

"Who told you it's still early?

Your father confessed to me in junior high school. "

Miyuki Sanada said, "Look at your father. When he was in junior high school, he would write to girls, 'I like the cherry blossoms in spring, the fireworks in summer, the fallen leaves in autumn, and the snow in winter, but none of these can compare to the one I like.' What about you?

"I remember what was written in the love letter you threw into the rubbish bin in junior high school?

'Although I like you, even if we're together, I won't slack off on my tennis and kendo studies. I hope you're mentally prepared that I won't be able to accompany you … understand and support me'?

"Who would say something like that when confessing to someone!

Who taught you that! "

Miyuki Sanada was exasperated.

"Telling me the truth is a form of respect for others, mom!"

Sanada Senichiro, who was publicly executed, tried to make a final struggle.

"You're dating, not getting married!"

Sanada Taehong, who was pretending to eat but was actually listening attentively to his daughter-in-law and juniors, couldn't take it anymore. He glared at them and said, "Don't talk when you're eating!

What's with the laughter! "

"Aiya, dad, Bright Paste finally came. Don't you want to talk to Bright Paste?"

Miyuki Sanada was obviously not afraid of her father-in-law's tough exterior. She put her hand on Sanchū Ming's shoulder and turned to Sanada Taehong. "Dad, look, Bright Paste has really grown up. She's no longer the tomboy she was when she was young.

"Come, try the daifu I made. Bright Paste is too skinny. You need to eat properly."

Sanada Senichiro: Mom … Isn't that the dessert you prepared for me?

Sanada Taehong lifted his eyelids. He could finally look at Sanchū Ming openly.

The bald tomboy who used to provoke people everywhere in Sanada Dojo had grown her hair long. Her beautiful light blonde hair was dyed in a few bright and lively colors like an ordinary fashionable girl (Mitsurugi and Yuemei hid it). She put on light makeup and wore a clean and elegant light gray turtleneck sweater.

He frowned and looked at Sanchū Ming's shoes at the door.

It was a pair of high-top leather boots.

"Aren't you going to talk to Tachikaidai's Kendo?

What are you dressed like? "

"Dad!

What's wrong with a girl dressing up nicely?

You can change your clothes there. "

"Curator, you're right." Sanchū Ming straightened his back. "But I'm going to see Yukimura today.

I haven't seen him for a long time. I want him to see a beautiful girlfriend. "

"Oh … If it's a boutique, Shinichiro won't have a chance." Miyuki Sanada looked regretful.

"Well, if it's Sanada -san, he won't have a chance." Sanchū Ming told the truth. "I prefer young and beautiful boys."

Miyuki Sanada: "Ah, then Shinichiro won't have a chance.

Sanada Taehong: "… You have to look at the character when you're in a relationship!

You have to see if he's reliable!

It's too frivolous to look at his face! "

Although Shinichiro looked a little old, his character was definitely not a problem!

"But Yukimura's good looks are also very good."

Sanchū Ming proudly showed off Yukimura like a cat on Twitter. "He's proficient in watercolor, loves gardening, knows how to play tennis, understands French and Chinese, watches Gundam movies and French poetry, listens to Brahms's Symphony No. 4, likes Renoir, can write scripts and plans, and has won in cricket competitions."

Miyuki Sanada only knew that Seiichi Yukimura was excellent, but didn't know the details. She turned to Sanada Senichiro and sighed. "Shinichiro … lost at the starting line.

"You've known each other since you were young. Why didn't you think of going to the boutique to learn painting?"

Miyuki Sanada said earnestly. "The gap between you will only get bigger."

Sanada Senichiro … didn't want to think about why the gap between him and Seiichi Yukimura was so big. He just wanted to escape — no, retreat strategically.

But looking at the situation on the battlefield, he felt that he couldn't escape.

Sanada Senichiro silently drank the soup in his bowl.

"If Bright Paste wants to go to Tachikaidai, let Shinichiro lead the way."

"Then I'll have to trouble Sanada -kun."

Wait, wait, wait —

Sanchū Ming wants to go to Tachikaidai?

Sanada Watson!

He found a blind spot!

Shit, Sanchū Ming has been secretly increasing the training volume for the past few days. He can't let Sanchū Ming know!

He already died at the hands of the devil. He can't let Sanada Senichiro fail!

Sanada Senichiro silently took out his phone.

"Aiya, what trouble? Bright Paste, don't call him Sanada -kun. Call him Shinichiro. There are quite a few Sanada -kun at home."

"Let me try … Shinichiro." Sanchū Ming turned around and saw Sanada Senichiro sending an email to Seiichi Yukimura with his head lowered.

Her gaze fell on Sanada Senichiro who had his head lowered. "Shinichiro, who are you sending an email to?"

In Sanada's vision, Sanchū Ming's fake smile was particularly frightening.

Sanada's hand trembled as he exited the messaging interface.

Sanada Senichiro, it's not that I don't want to help you, but Sanchū Ming is too strong.

You have to do your best.

Sanada Senichiro prayed.

*

Seiichi Yukimura: "Achoo!"

He touched his forehead. His temperature was normal.

He swallowed again. There was no foreign object in his throat.