Sanada Senichiro's prayers never came true. He hoped that Tezuka would give him diarrhea in the next second. When he was chased by Sanchū Ming all over the dojo, he hoped that she would slip and fall. He hoped that he would win the championship at the Miso Karate Music Competition and he hoped that someone would ask him about his type during Truth or Dare.

None of them came true.

So gradually, Sanada was no longer the naive boy who believed in metaphysics and bowed respectfully to the West before going to bed the day before the Kendo finals.

He had grown up!

He would not believe in those unscientific things!

Praying to God and Buddha was too lax!

The time when he prayed for Seiji's successful surgery did not count. Sanada firmly believed that it was the result of Seiji's hard work. Seiji had always been a hardworking child who was loved by God. The title "Son of God" suited him very well.

However, Seiji's luck had probably come to an end.

"So, this is what you've been hiding from me?" Sanchū Ming's tone was very calm.

Sanada Shunichiro … remained silent and didn't say anything.

His only wish was to protect Seiichi Yukimura.

"Arm training, waist and abdomen training, back training, leg training, explosive force training, ball control training …" The more Sanchū Ming muttered, the lower Sanada Senichiro's cap became.

"The strength and explosive force training with the aid of the medicine ball has also started." Sanchū Ming put her hands in her pockets. "Is there also long-distance running and cycling speed training?"

Sanada almost stuffed his head into the cap.

"I'm not a spy sent by another school. You don't have to be so nervous."

Sanchū Ming was even in the mood to joke. She tilted her head and smiled at Sanada. "Can I ask how long Yukimura's long-distance running training lasts every day?"

"… Not every day. Two hours every week for an even number of days."

"Two hours is enough for a short marathon."

Sanchū Ming, who was standing under the shade of a tree, looked back at Seiichi Yukimura, who was sweating profusely as he practiced back and forth on the court.

Yukimura had grown taller and thinner. His originally soft and beautiful face had begun to have sharp edges. Now, no one would mistake his gender.

"You just sent an email to Yukimura, right?

Why? Are you going to tell him that I'm here so that he can cut back on his training? "

Sanada Senichiro felt that he had done nothing wrong. It had been half a year since Jin Shiki's surgery, and the doctor said that he was recovering very well. Jin Shiki's insistence on training was to prepare for the high school competition.

However, Sanchū Ming couldn't detect any anger in his voice, so he couldn't raise his head.

He paused and explained in a low voice, "We are all paying attention to his situation."

This sentence completely poked Sanchū Ming's minefield.

"Always paying attention?" She was so angry that she laughed. "Shinichiro, do you think that my temper has improved a lot?

"You think you have the guts to fool him?"

She grabbed the backpack with the wooden sword and swung it at Sanada's body!

"Do you know that his —" Chronic illness might not necessarily not recur?!

Sanchū Ming suddenly stopped.

He also stopped talking.

She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

No, she couldn't get angry at Xing Cun's teammates just because she was brooding over such a small probability. That was an unreasonable way of acting shamelessly.

Yukimura would be unhappy.

She retracted the wooden sword that was hanging over Sanada Senichiro's head.

After a pause, Sanchū Ming chose to speak in a more gentle tone. "Do you know that such a stubborn person like him would increase his training when he goes home?

How long has it been since he recovered? "

"I'm sorry."

"…" The Three Suns and Moon King rubbed his temples.

"I should be the one apologizing. I should be the one getting angry at you."

Once Seiichi Yukimura decided to do something, no one could stop him.

She knew this, but she still felt angry.

She couldn't vent her anger on Yukimura, but she also couldn't keep it in her heart.

"But Shinichiro, I thought you could at least stop him."

Sanchū Ming let out a white breath and turned to leave.

"Wait, you're not going to the market anymore?"

"If I see him now, I won't be able to hold back my anger." Sanchū Ming waved his hand. "You go train, I'll go to the Kendo Society.

"Oh right," she turned around and said, "Don't tell Yukimura that I came to see him."

Sanada … Sanada obviously didn't dare to say no.

So he nodded and then kept glancing at Seiichi Yukimura throughout the morning training. He wanted to say something, but he didn't.

"Shinichiro, do you know what you look like now?" Seiichi Yukimura, who had been secretly stared at by Sanada all morning, finally opened his mouth.

Sanada obviously knew that Yukimura couldn't say anything good, but he still couldn't help but ask, "What do you look like?"

"Like a sad, resentful, wife who wants to send her husband to the battlefield." Seiichi Yukimura straightened up and said with a smile, "My beloved wife, Shinichiro."

Sanada was speechless.

I was so stupid to be worried that you would fail.

For the first time, Sanada wasn't flustered by Yukimura's teasing. Instead, he pulled a long face and looked at Yukimura meaningfully. He then turned around and went to practice his serve. His back view carried a sense of calmness as if he had seen through fate.

Yukimura, who was left behind, was speechless.

What's going on today?

Seiichi Yukimura, who was left behind by a young trainee for the first time, couldn't believe it. He quickly caught up with Sanada. "Shinichiro is late this morning, which is rare. What happened?"

Sanada ignored him and continued to practice his serve. "I'll add a penalty for being late."

Yukimura was really worried now.

Why was Shinichiro so calm today?

"Shinichiro is so worrisome when he doesn't say a word." He said, "Can I visit your house in the afternoon?" He wanted to ask Aunt Sanada.

At this time, knowing that Sanchū Ming would go to his house after school, Sanada finally reacted.

Sanada Senichiro looked up and patted him on the shoulder.

"You're a smart man," Sanada said earnestly, "Don't do too much."

While you're doing, Sanchū Ming is watching.

Yukimura, who was confused, was speechless.

*

"Today's Deputy Minister has the aura of a thinker."

During lunchtime, Masaharu Ninō, who had a silver braid, went to Sanada Senichiro. "Ah, what a pity … Auntie didn't prepare Daifuku today."

Daifuku was eaten by Sanchū Ming — —

Of course, she couldn't say this in front of Seiichi Yukimura.

Sanada Senichiro pushed away the silver head that was leaning on his lunch box. "Eat your food."

"The probability that the Deputy Minister is anxious because of personal reasons is 90%. The probability that it has something to do with the Minister is 85%." Ryohei, the data maniac, suddenly interrupted.

"The Deputy Minister really likes to worry."

Masaharu Ninō smiled like a fox. "He especially likes to worry about the Minister's affairs. Does the Deputy Minister have to care about the Minister's love life too?

Do you want to be like your mother and make things difficult for your daughter-in-law? "

In her mind, the image of Sanchū Ming holding a wooden sword was instantly replaced by the image of her daughter-in-law, Sanada.

"Pfff —!!!"

"Wow, that's disgusting!" Bunta Marui, who was sitting opposite them, jumped up after being sprayed with Matcha's tea.

"You didn't burn yourself, did you?" Bunta Marui's partner, Jackal Sangyuan, asked.

"I'm wearing thick clothes, no more." The red-haired boy pouted childishly and blew a bubble.

"It's just that my clothes are sticky …"

"That was close," Masaharu Ninō said with lingering fear. "The book almost made tea."

"What book?"

"In the new issue of Giallo, there's a new writer who's quite interesting."

Masaharu Ninō put the novel into his bag. "I heard that she's going to release a standalone book called 'Going Home'. Do you know about it?"

"Got it."

"Don't chew bubble gum when you're eating, Bunta." Seiichi Yukimura said.

"What's the matter ~ I'm not going to eat it." Bunta tugged at his dirty clothes. "I'm going to the club to change my clothes.

Sangyuan, leave some octopus for me, don't finish it. "

Bunta Marui's nanny, the Brazilian Jackal Sangyuan, nodded.

Tachikaidai had just started their spring break yesterday, so there were no other people on campus except for a few clubs. Bunta Marui would not be abducted at such a short distance.

Bunta Marui was indeed not abducted.

On the contrary, he had abducted a girl.

"Director!

Look at who this is! "

Bunta Marui, who had changed his clothes, came back with a girl in a white cotton suit. She was a little far away, so Tachikaidai could only vaguely distinguish that she was a tall girl.

Why did he say that?

Because she was taller than Marui, who was 1.69 meters tall.

The Jackal Sangyuan was shocked. "… Bunta hasn't broken up with his current girlfriend yet!"

"To some extent, Bunta is indeed the only one in the main team who doesn't have a blind spot … He can still hook up with a beautiful girl after changing clothes."

Masaharu Ninō touched his chin and praised sincerely. "He's worthy of being the boss who dated seven girls."

"Isn't it five?" Yagyuu Birushi asked.

"That's old information, partner."

Wang Yazhi touched her ponytail. "Boys' Secret Pajamas. After Time, Bunta found another two."

"Don't make it sound so strange, Ninō."

"This one is still a senior in her second year of high school." Ryohei added.

"… Too lax!" Sanada Senichiro said angrily.

Men should take responsibility!

How could he have a foot in two boats!

"Is the vice-director angry because Bunta senpai is more popular than him …" Akaya Setsubara whispered to Yukimura.

"Well, Shinichiro has never been in a relationship. If Akiya is in a relationship, don't mention it in front of him. You'll be punished by Iron Fist."

"Wow, single men are terrible!" Akaya Setsubara was convinced.

Seiichi Yukimura, who was full of nonsense, smiled and drank a mouthful of hot soup.

While they were talking, Marui Bunta had already skipped over.

"Director ~ Your girlfriend is here to see you!" He said while waving his hand.

"Pfft!!!"

"Why is the director spitting?!"

"The director's girlfriend?

The director has a girlfriend? "

"Little Haibo, your memory is bad. The director said at Time that he can only date one person ~ Maybe it's this one."

"Yukimura."

Sanchū Ming, who was brought over by Bunta Marui, pulled down his fluffy scarf and held the wooden sword bag on his back in his hand. He smiled at Seiichi Yukimura, who was sitting on the grass and wiping his mouth with a handkerchief.

"You're so surprised to see me?" She said.

"Ming?" Yukimura looked at Sanchū Ming, who was walking towards him with a wooden sword, in surprise.

When did Ming come?

He increased his training today!

Seiichi Yukimura, who was training behind Sanchū Ming's back, felt guilty and straightened his back.

"Sanchū, calm down!"

Sanada tried to stand in front of Yukimura, but Sanchū Ming's murderous gaze froze her in place.

"Pfft, she's not here with good intentions."

Masaharu Ninō whispered to Birushi Yagyuu, "Did the director's wife find out about that button and come to condemn us?"

"That button?"

Sanchū Ming, who had sharp ears, suddenly turned around and asked Masaharu Ninō with a gloomy face, "Other than mine, did Yukimura take anyone else's button?"

Ninō suddenly realized that the button was given by this person.

"The director took the director's wife's button and took someone else's button?" Akaya Setsubara exclaimed without hesitation.

Yukimura was speechless.

Kelp!

Kelp, you should be more careful!

There aren't many girls who would give men buttons!

Maybe there's only one in front of me. You're going to get the director killed!

Masaharu Ninō screamed in his heart.

"How is that possible?"

Seiichi Yukimura saw that the situation was not good. He quickly took out the button that Sanchū Ming had sent over by express mail from his jacket pocket. "Ming, I only took yours. I've been carrying it with me."

"Heh, men." Sanchū Ming sneered. "You don't speak the truth. Don't learn from your mistakes. Just give them a beating."

… There was no way to respond.

Yukimura chose to smile.

Sanchū Ming's wooden katana was already within reach. He had no idea if Sanchū Ming was angry or why he was angry, but —

The wooden katana that was sweeping from bottom to top stopped below Yukimura's chin and became flat. The broad front of the katana gently lifted Yukimura's chin.

— He was not worried at all.

Sanchū Ming lifted Yukimura's chin with one hand and squatted down. In front of the stunned Tachikaidai tennis club members, he leaned close to the handsome youth and slowly said:

"Being beaten up by the Dragon or being given the Kiss of Taming the Dragon. Which would you choose?"

Masaharu Ninō was tongue-tied and reached out to cover Akaya Setsubara's eyes.

"Eh?

Ninō senpai?

Why are you covering my eyes? "

"Next is a late-night scene that is forbidden for children.

Isn't that right, mother of the child? "

Masaharu Ninō's eyes lit up when he said this.

Yagyuu Yanagi pushed up his glasses. "Akaya, the next scene will stimulate your red eyes. It's not good for your health."

Yagyuu Yanagi's glasses reflected light when he said this.

"Eh?

Eh?

Oh … "

Yukimura Gosei smiled and looked at the team members who were watching with their eyes wide open. He forced them to turn their heads one by one and then looked back at his girl.

He didn't care about the wooden katana in front of his neck at all. He reached forward to hug Sanchū Ming. Sanchū Ming's hand that was holding the wooden katana loosened at the same time. When the wooden katana fell on the grass with a soft thud, Yukimura hugged Sanchū Ming, who had lost a lot of weight, and gently kissed Sanchū Ming's lips.

"Did you miss me?" he asked with a smile.

"Of course." Sanchū Ming hooked his arm around Yukimura's neck and pulled him towards himself. He stuck his head out and kissed the tip of his nose.

"Long time no see, Yuki-Babe."

Seiichi Yukimura knew that Sanchū Ming's wooden katana would never hit him.