What does a wonderful dream feel like?

Half awake, half hazy.

It seems to be false, but it is deeply trapped in it and it is difficult to extricate itself.

In memory, the mist that covered her appearance was neither cloud nor fog, and the weak voice calling his name was ethereal and graceful, which only made people feel blurred.

Only that bright and blooming smile is deeply engraved in my mind.

The soft feeling is like the cotton candy made of sugar.

In the early morning, the dazzling sunshine broke on the head of the bed, the closed eyes were red, and the dream woke up.

The sleepy eyes slowly opened, and the light penetrated into the window of the soul.

The curtains swaying in the wind made the shadowy light beams leaps on their faces.

The chirping sound outside the window sneaked into the room with the wind.

Uesugi Sao sat up from the bed that was much softer than himself, stunned for a few seconds, rubbed his eyebrows, and tried to adapt to this bright light.

Then, he sat there for a few minutes before turning his neck to look at Hanamaki Hanabu, who was still sleeping on the side.

Her breathing was smooth and even, and her cheeks were faintly tender red.

He was covered with a thin silk quilt, and his two small hands were placed on his chest and he lay on his side on the bed.

The girl slept deeper as usual, and she still liked to sleep in in the morning.

And I only have a thin pajamas on my body.

When he thought of the frost moon he saw when he woke up last night, he couldn't help but shudder.

It seems a little cold.

Taking a sniff, Uesugi got up and opened the curtains, facing the warm sunlight from the blue sky, looked at the closed blinds of his home, and stopped for a few minutes.

After warming his body a little, he subconsciously wanted to go to the bathroom to wash.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw Hanamaru Hanamaki sleeping soundly on his bed, he suddenly realized that this was Hanamaki's house.

Forget it, call her to get up first, otherwise she won’t get up for a long time.

"Get up, little fireworks."

After a long "Yeah~" sound, Hanamaru Hanamaru said in a daze: "Zojun... don't... touch Hanamaru's waist..."

“…”

"When you get up, you don't touch your waist, why do you always think about touching your waist?" Uesugi pushed her again.

Hanaman Hanabu closed his eyes and said "Woo--" a few more times, his head seemed to be trying to understand the meaning of the word "get up".

After a while.

"Huahuo...want to sleep for a while..."

Waiting for a long time, I waited for this sentence?

Uesugius looked at her well-behaved sleeping face, and for some reason, he just wanted to wake her up.

Her hands directly crossed her thin sheet and grabbed her waist.

The corners of his mouth gradually bent, and the girl smiled with her eyes closed.

"itch......"

Can't afford it?

Uesugi directly increased his efforts.

"Haha~Zhu, please leave!"

Hanamaru Hanawa's cute face immediately smiled and stretched out his little hand to stop him.

"get up."

Tears popped up at the corner of his eyes, and he was panting with a smile, "Huahuo, Huahuo knows."

Uesugi Doo saw that she really wanted to get up, so she let go.

"What clothes do you want to wear today?"

"That white shirt." Hanamaru Hanawa sat up, her purple eyes had not yet woken up, and her hands were holding the sheets covering her.

"Not wearing a small skirt?"

"You can wear it too. Zhaojun likes to see which piece of Hanawa?" Hanawa raised his eyes to look at him.

"I'll choose whatever I want?" Uesugi Doo smiled, "The school uniform is usually very good."

The morning light passed through the gaps in the curtains and broke into the head of the bed, making the girl's backlit outline clear and eye-catching

"But wouldn't it be strange if you wear a sailor suit on weekends?"

For normal high school girls, this is their impression.

School uniforms are worn at school. How can I wear them on the street during weekends?

Uesugi Tho suddenly remembered the little dress she wore in the rain that day. She wore it with a light and ethereal temperament.

“That off-shoulder white dress is also good.”

Hanamaru Hanawa hesitated for a moment and whispered: "That...the skirt is too short..."

It's too short?

He only paid attention to his shoulders and legs at that time, and never paid attention to whether his skirt was short or not.

However, from the perspective of the courtyard, it is indeed quite short.

"Have you been wearing safety pants recently? It's okay, just look good."

Hanamaru Hanabu has been very sensitive since he heard of that dress.

After hearing the "safety pants", he was even more stunned for a second. His childish and delicate face was covered with cherry red, and he asked blankly:

"Zojun...how did you know that Hanawa has been wearing safety pants recently?"

“…”

———

On Saturday, birds flew across the blue skyline, and under the sky were several young men walking into the waiting room, wearing white bowed Taoist uniforms.

At the entrance outside the dojo, the "Tokyo Shinjuku Gudao League Masashiro Tournament" is eye-catching.

The bustling crowd talked to each other and walked into the audience.

——Everyone is a person who knows something about Gongdao.

There are students who come to learn from the bow and road departments of various schools, audiences who have always been interested in the bow and road, various temples, enthusiasts, learners...

In the past, there were inherited and accumulated bows, and the popularity and ornamentality were not weaker than swordsmanship.

The simple and clear rules, the loud sound of the strings flying towards the sky, when the archer shows the ultimate graceful shooting shape and shoots a loud arrow, everyone's heartstrings ripples in the sky with the afterglow of the trembling bowstrings.

“Ha~”

In the second waiting room of the venue, Uesugi Sao covered his mouth and yawned, although he slept very comfortably last night.

But being too comfortable can make people become lazy.

"...Uesugi, are you okay?" Masato Hirata was a little worried when he saw his lazy look.

Uesugi Sato turned his shoulders and relaxed, "No problem, no problem."

"Uesugi, you can say two things in a row, I'm inexplicably panic." The expression on Hirada Masato's face was indeed the same. "Our strength is not good, and it mainly depends on the stable performance of you and Senior Sugita."

Guan Jing Yingyi patted his shoulder, "We are against Tokyo 10th. Before the final, we must be confident in ourselves. Have you been working very hard in recent training?"

Several girls came over and happened to hear them.

"Come on! Everyone in the Shenyue Bow Department will not lose!" Fengzi Shizui smiled and encouraged.

"Yes! Come on, seniors! Why do you say that?" Qiansui Shinichi smiled playfully, and then said in a rough voice, "I wish you, martial arts fortune will flourish!"

Ogata Asaka's tone was still so cold, "I only won third place in the competition. Don't be as weak as me, or even worse, stop fourth."

"Anyway, come on."

Hanamaru Hanamaru tilted his head cutely, looked at Uesugi Sato, who was a little lazy, and smiled brightly: "Hawaru will always cheer for Joe in the audience."

"good."

Uesugi Sao also smiled warmly at her.

His smile was strange outside.

Chitose Mai looked between the two carefully and found that the senior really only showed a nice smile to Hanawa.

He is obviously so handsome, why not smile more?

At this time, the staff shouted, asking them to prepare for entry.
To be continued...