Hanamaru Hanabu: "If Hanamaru can protect himself, will Joe Jun be more relaxed?"

"Well, that's certain."

"Thank you sister." Hanamara Hanamaru picked up the box and quickly went out.

Shirahara Qia put her hands on her apron and looked at her back when she went out.

In her opinion, Hua Huo's words were more or less lacking in confidence.

He cared too much about Zhao and always thought that he would not cause trouble for him.

Compared to not causing trouble for him, making yourself happy is the most important thing, whether it is for him or you.

Shirahara Shiaki shook his head with a smile and put the utensils back into the kitchen.

Huaman Huahuo walked out of the door with a small wooden box. The sun was much lighter than noon and the temperature was not that high.

She walked along the courtyard to the room where Uncle Kaorahara received Uesuma Tho, knocked on the door, waited for a long time, but found that there was still no movement, and then gently pulled open the barrier and peeked inside.

There was no one inside except for the teacup that was not cleaned up on the table.

Are everyone not here?

Hanamaru Hanawa saw the messy tea cups on the table, walked in with the box in his arms, helped to clean up, and then walked out and closed the door, put on his shoes, and left here.

Standing under the eaves, she took out her phone and lit the screen and looked at it. There was no new news on the wallpaper of the two of them smiling.

Hanamaru Hanabuki's tender little hands held the phone and confirmed that Uesugi did not send her a message and took back her phone.

"Zhaojun. It shouldn't have left"

She murmured to herself, then she kept searching around the Japanese courtyard with a small wooden box.

Most of the courtyards here are decorated with rocks and dwarf pine, and the goldfish swimming in the pond make it feel like a park.

Huawanhuahuo walked slowly along the corridor to see the green pine trees and the birds singing and the fragrance of flowers in the courtyard.

The black leather shoes made a sound, the small skirt swayed slowly, and the thin white silk outlined the curve of the slender legs that showed a faint flesh-colored color.

She continued walking, with a corner in front of her.

Some chattering sounds like complaining came immediately.

Huamaru Huahuo was far away and couldn't hear what it was, but he knew that someone was coming, so he slowed down and walked to the corner and asked politely:

"Hello. May I ask-"

"Get out!"

The person who took the lead was extremely impatient. He waved his hand and hit the hand of Hanaman Hanahuo Duanmu Box for a moment.

Girls are already weak, so they can't withstand the forceful touch on the opposite side.

The wooden box in Hanaman Hanabu's hand was knocked away, and the lid, the small lattice contained, and the pastries inside were separated.

Clip-click

The square lattice rolls outside the corridor, and the exquisite and small pastries inside slowly roll out, dyed with the color of the soil.

Hanamaru Hanabu was stunned, holding his hands in front of him.

"Funo, Fujino." A man shouted in a low voice.

"Okay, don't pull me." Fujino Masaoshi shook his companion's car and pulled his movements, glanced at Hanamaru Hanabu standing in front of him.

"Funo, do you want to apologize?" Another person whispered.

“No need.”

Fujino Masao also looked a little guilty, so he quickly glanced on the ground and then stepped away.

After looking back at Hanamaru Hanabu, who was silent, the two companions followed.

".Is it okay?"

"Ha, what can I do?"

The voices of conversation gradually faded away from shrinking.

Huamao Hanawa's hands were clenched together, and slowly squatted down, packing the pastries rolled out of the wooden box one by one.

Some roll on the ground, dyed with gray colors, and the circle turns into flat shapes.

Some fly in the distance, and the pastries stick to soil, and the square turns into ovals.

The white one turns black one.

The small grid and lid were also scattered all over the ground, shattered a lot, and it was messy.

Huawan Huahuo squatted on the corridor floor and slowly picked up the texture on the fruit with a finger touching the texture that was patiently scratched with a knife, and carefully placed it in the wooden box.

From the corridor to the outside, slowly pick up

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Out of the dressing room of the dojo, Uesugi took off his hot kendo suit.

In fact, he had wanted to take off a long time ago, but he had to teach those guys again, and occasionally he had to fight each other, so he continued to wear it just now.

"Mr. Normal University, I want to ask a question."

Standing in front of me was still wearing a kendo suit, and the oranges were covered in sweat on my forehead.

"Sorry, the get out of class is over." Uesugi Kazuya tidied up his sleeves and said, "I have always followed a principle: I should do whatever I should do. When the time comes, you should not work overtime."

"It's not a kendo issue."

"Ordinary question? Then ask."

Ju have my eyes very well: "How does Mr. Dai usually train?"

"Isn't this a kendo issue?"

Uesugi Kazuki glanced at her serious expression several times. The degree of obsession with kendo was probably even better than his cousin. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you nothing."

Juyouyou: "Please say it on behalf of the teacher."

"I don't practice kendo in normal times. If you ask me why I am so powerful, I can only say that I have practical experience with high-level swordsmen." Uesugi Kazuki refers to his father-in-law.

"Then, how can I get a lot of guidance?"

"It depends on the relationship, of course it is also related to your own talent. If you can't learn it for a long time, then the swordsman will be very impatient, right?"

Uesugi Kazuki thought that Senior Sister Jue was pretty good, at least she asked her younger generation for advice.

"Then I can talk to Mr. Dai of Normal University, you often, right?"

"No, no, no," Uesugi Kyushu hurriedly refused. It was the most troublesome to be entangled by such a kendo-loving girl. He was afraid that Hanamichi would misunderstand. "I will only treat this as a teacher training agent once, and I will never come in the future, and I will rarely come again."

"Once? Why, Mr. Dai, you explained very well?"
Chapter completed!