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Yukimura was puzzled,

He closed the door and walked towards the school.

It should be... an illusion, right?

*

At this moment..,

Sanada Senichiro, who was returning home for breakfast from his morning exercise, saw the girl sitting at the dining table chatting enthusiastically with Sanada's mother. He deeply felt that he was going to be unlucky today.

Why was this fiend at his house?!

"Sanada -kun, long time no see." Sanchū Ming turned around and saw the silent youth standing at the door,

"Still wake up at four in the morning to practice?"

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

"Yes,

This child doesn't even want to sleep a little longer. He insists on waking up early to practice swordsmanship. "

Miyuki Sanada said to Sanchū Ming half-grumpily and half-proudly, "Adolescence is the time when one needs to sleep,

Shinichiro insisted that 'sleeping in is too lax!',

He wants to wake up at four o'clock,

No one can stop him.

Even Dad doesn't wake up as early as him. "

As she spoke..,

Miyuki Sanada's pride and arrogance turned into sorrow,

She sighed. "I've always felt that it's because he slept too little that Kusanichiro grew so mature.

Standing together with that kid from Seiji,

Looking at their faces, they're completely father and son. "

Sanada Senichiro:..

He pressed down on the brim of his hat with a dark face,

He lowered his head and ate.

"How many times have I said,

Shinichiro,

You can't wear a hat when you eat! "

Sanchū Ming: PFFT.

"Speaking of which, didn't Sanada -kun participate in the junior high school joint miso field music competition last year,

How was it?

Did he win an award? "Looking at Sanada Senichiro's face getting darker and darker,

The Three Suns and Moon Brightness finally had some insight and changed the topic.

Who knew that Sanada Senichiro lowered his head even more,

It was almost lowered into the bowl.

"... can't relax."

"What award,

”

Sanada Miyuki mercilessly tore down her son's plan.

"Shinichiro doesn't even know how to cook rice, how would he know how to make miso tanraku?

The boy 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, "It's the tragedy of this era that popular things can be changed at will!"

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

Sanchū Ming covered her face with the teacup. She felt that she was about to burst into laughter in front of Sanada Senichiro.

Sure enough, Sanchū Ming was his nemesis!

His nemesis!

When he was young, he was completely suppressed by Sanchū Ming in terms of swordsmanship and playing. 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 desperately trying to flatten the corners of his mouth.

"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 started to practice picking beans."

"The key point is that Shinichiro didn't do it for fun. He felt that picking beans could calm one's heart and make one's hands steadier. He seriously took picking beans as a practice and picked 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, "…"

Sanada Senichiro, "Mother!!!"

"It's too early to talk about this!" Sanada Senichiro raised his bowl to cover his blushing 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 the first grade, 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 trash in the second grade?

'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 the truth is a form of respect for others, Mother!"

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

"You're dating, not getting married!"

Sanada Yasuhiro, the culprit who was pretending to eat and listening to his daughter-in-law and juniors teasing his grandson, couldn't take it anymore. He glared at them and said, "Don't talk when you're eating!

What's with the laughter! "

"Oh, Father, it's not easy for Bright Paste to come here. Don't you want to talk to Bright Paste?"

Miyuki Sanada was obviously not afraid of her father-in-law's appearance. She put her hand on Sanchū Ming's shoulder and turned to Sanada Taehong. "Father, 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: Mother … 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 Sanada's dojo had grown his hair long. His beautiful light blonde hair was dyed a few bright and lively colors like an ordinary fashionable girl (Sanchū Ming hid his underwear). He 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? "

"Father!

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 won a cricket match."

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 the blind spot!

Oh no, 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. It's just that 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.

What's going on? He didn't catch a cold?