There are many things to be careful in life, and if you are not careful, you will be excluded by cold eyes.

Uesugi Sao has seen some young boys in the middle of the country. Those guys don’t understand what hard study means, and worship some unrealistic things every day.

He sat on the sofa in the living room, and the TV was on.

The hosts of the Japanese variety show always bring exaggerated expressions and funny points of supporting actors.

"Sister Xi, what's the specific situation?"

Uesugi's eyes turned to Uesugi Xi's body, with a dry long ponytail hairstyle and a green magma on her chest. She looked like eating lollipops, making her look as relaxed as freehand.

"I thought you were going to ask your master why he wasn't here." Uesugi Hiya replied, and gave him a blueberry-flavored lollipop from the coffee table.

"He has nothing to ask about, such a large venue." Uesugi Taken by his right hand, unscrewed the packaging bag, and ate it with a stick.

He told me that my sister's milk powder is indeed not bad.

He didn't taste any lollipop.

Uesugi Hi stared at the flashing scene on the TV, was silent for a moment, and then replied:

"It's nothing, I just lost the game."

"The people in Kyoto are very powerful?" Uesugi Doo saw that she had no frustration on her face.

"It's quite awesome. My sting didn't hit her."

Uesuma frowned in his heart, "Sister Xi, you haven't even hit the thorn?"

My cousin was the number one in the Kanto Women's Kendo Singles Championship a few years ago. She also won many competition awards after pulling up the Kendo Department in her senior year.

The university you are now admitted is completely recommended by the school, and there is no tuition fee.

If you say that my cousin's sprinting skills have never won the "Book (score)" in the Kyoto Prefecture competition, Uesugi Do not believe it.

"The other party is quite powerful, one year younger than me," Uesugi said as he looked at the TV, "It should be someone who has learned the ancient swordsmanship."

There is a difference between modern swordsmanship and ancient swordsmanship. Swordsmanship is competition, and swordsmanship is fighting.

The significance of learning swordsmanship lies in the accumulation of experience and the rapid response to competitive practical combat.

The styles are all kinds of strange, and some strange techniques will bring about changes in the situation.

Uesuma was a little curious about who could beat his cousin.

After she came to Tokyo, she had never lost the competition and basically won three games.

Not to mention that the cheap master has been guiding her.

"By the way, Azhao, Master asked us to go to his temple in the afternoon."

"What am I going to do?"

"The master said you must go. If you don't go, he will ask your father-in-law to invite you."

Uesugizo suddenly wanted to laugh. He was so inconsistent with his father-in-law, and could he force himself to call him through his father-in-law?

Uesugi Do also understand what this cheap master wants to do by himself.

It's just calling myself to participate in the National Kendo Championship.

Originally, he had a plan to get the top name of the Kendo Bow Dao within two years.

But the plan cannot keep up with the changes.

The first year he flew to England for a few months and missed the Bow Trail race.

I wanted to participate in the kendo race the next year, but the typhoon was delayed.

When it comes to graduation season, the bow track, kendo track, and college entrance examination competition are almost piled up together.

Is it important to take the college entrance examination or a kendo competition important?

That is of course important to take the exam to Dongda University.

Choose two of three.

I can only give up the relatively tiring kendo competition.

Huawan Huahuo walked out of the kitchen with freshly cut fruit. The knife was neatly tidy and the watermelon was evenly petaled.

Only then did Uesugi Hiro had the opportunity to look at her and said, "Huawa seems to have grown taller."

"Really?" Hanamaru Hanabu looked a little happy and stretched out his palm to his head.

Uesugi said calmly: "No, not at all."

Uesugi Hiro looked up and down again at Hanamaru Hanabu's figure: "It should be a few centimeters tall."

"It's a little short if you're a few centimeters taller." Uesuma still had the tone he had just said.

"Zhaojun!" Hanamaru Hanaguchi muttered and called his name.

Her height is actually not short for girls.

Uesugi Tsuki just wanted to tease her, she looked a little angry, "How about we go for a walk together in the afternoon?"

"Do you want to go over and practice swordsmanship?"

"No." Uesugizo immediately retorted, "It's smelly and tired to wear protective gear in hot weather. Who would be happy? Anyway, I will definitely not practice today."

Hanamaru Hanabu can no longer remember the time he practiced kendo last time, and subconsciously blurted out:

"It seems that I haven't seen Zhao Jun practice for a long time-"

"Are you handsome?" Uesugi asked calmly.

"Yeah, very handsome."

"Haihuo is right, I'm just going to practice kendo."

Hanamaru Hanabu asked in confusion: "Didn't Joe just say that he would definitely not practice?"

"That was just now."

Uesugi Hi, who was standing beside him, was silently eating watermelon and watching the Japanese variety show on TV.

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After lunch.

I have to get on the tram again and leave for Chiyoda District.

The uncle lives there.

Uesugi Hiro specially changed her clothes, white clothes and black thorns, and her sleeves just passed her elbows.

The grandma kept the magma given to her in her heart. Judging from the hanging line, it was just stuck in the middle of her chest.

There are four magata, one missing.

"What color is there for you?" asked Uesugi.

Uesugi Hiro said, "I don't know, grandma said it was gone very early, but your two are red, and my other half should be green."

Forget it, it doesn't make sense to think about this kind of thing too much.

Uesuma Dora looked at Hanamaru Hanabuki's white silk-wrapped feet into the round-head leather shoes, and then walked towards him.

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The air conditioner on the subway is much more comfortable than walking outside. Uesugizo grabbed the handrail and blocked Hanamaru Hanami's face so that she could stick to her.

There was an uncle holding a newspaper next to the carriage looking at her from time to time.

It made Huamaru Huamai a little scared.

"Zhaojun. That person."

"It's okay, just stick to me."

Hanamaru Hanabu lowered his face in front of Uesugi Toe so that he could block himself and that the uncle could not see him.

She turned her eyes sideways, raised her head, and saw his chest and face.

"Haihuo. It's good to be shorter." Hanamaru Hanamaru muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Didn't you always want to grow taller?" Uesugi said with a smile. Of course he could hear what she said clearly.

"It's good to be taller, and it's not bad to be shorter." Hanamaru Hanamaru said quietly. Only two people could hear the weak voice in the tram. "For example, now. Joe-kun can help Hanamaru."

Her eyes met his gaze and then quickly lowered:

"Thanks."

"We are not husband and wife? Why do we always thank me like this?"

"Because Zhaojun is Zhaojun. Huahuo has always been very grateful to him for staying with Huahuo's side."

"Will you not be very tired when you respect each other?"

"No," Hanamaru Hanabu said lowered on his chest, "'Thank you'. You won't be tired."

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To be continued...