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The blue-haired boy's voice was very weak, and he didn't try his best to think about how to answer this question, as if he thought so in his heart, he just said it.

When the grandpa of the Sanada family looked at the past, he also looked back. His eyes, which were lighter than his hair color, did not avoid them in the slightest. They looked clean and clear, and they were also very sincere. No one would doubt what he said. authenticity.

That's what he thought, so he said it like this, the sky of a young man is always blue without dust and fear.

After a while, Grandpa Sanada laughed out loud. He stroked his beard and said, "Okay." Young man, he is so pure and pure. Maybe many years later, he will no longer be what he is today, but who said At this time, this is not a kind of sincerity.

Probably only the friendship at this time is the most firm and pure, so pure that it makes people move.

After laughing, Grandpa Sanada turned to look at his grandson, "Take it, Genichiro." His tone was somewhat cautious.

"But grandpa..." Sanada seemed to want to struggle a little bit. It wasn't that he didn't like this sword, but he couldn't accept it because he liked it too much and understood the value of swords too much.

"Accept it." Grandpa Sanada emphasized his tone.

"Yes." Although he was still a little unwilling, but his grandfather said so, Genichiro Sanada could only agree.

It's just that although the promise was yes, Sanada couldn't figure it out, so secretly, he still stared at Feng He several times.

He knew he had won when he heard Sanada's grandpa speak, and now even if Sanada glared at him, Feng He didn't care.

Looking back blankly, Sanada felt angry no matter how he looked at it.

The grandfather of the Sanada family didn't bother to care about the little lawsuit between the two young men, and when he saw his grandson agreeing, he nodded in satisfaction, and then restrained his expression, "Keep your voice down, both of you, don't disturb me studying shogi. "

These two guys are so slack, they start yelling at little things (?)!

After the grandpa of the Sanada family remembered his purpose of going out, no matter whether it was Sanada or Fenghe, they could only bow their heads.

After happily resolving the disputes among the young people, the grandfather of the Sanada family left with his hands in his sleeves, thinking as he walked, since the knife had already been given to his grandson, it was now considered a Sanada family property.Whenever he borrowed it from his grandson to try it out, he would just return it in a few days.

To be honest, it was also the first time he had seen such an outstanding sword.

For a while, the grandfather of the Sanada family also fell into some kind of contemplation.

Of course, neither of the two teenagers knew what was going on in Grandpa Sanada's mind. After watching the elder leave, the two fell silent for a while.

After a while, Sanada habitually took the lead and said, "I accept this knife, but," he emphasized, "in the future, this kind of thing must not be given away casually."

Sanada felt that if he didn't give a few more words of advice, next time, Feng would give away everything without knowing it.

From the fact that he stuffed the knife casually into the tennis bag, it can be seen that this guy is simply used to being careless, and he is too casual, and this habit of him must not be tolerated.

For a moment, the deputy head of the tennis department only felt that his heart was broken.

Fenghe, who had no idea what Sanada was worried about, nodded after hearing Sanada's words clearly, "Don't worry, I won't."

This time is also a coincidence, he is just an ordinary boy playing tennis, how can there be so many valuable things to give away casually.

As for the two knives he received from the Government of Time this time, didn't he keep one for himself?

"There are swords too." Sanada almost hated iron for being weak, "How can you just wrap it in cloth and bring it out?"

Feng He answered very sincerely, "Because the box can't fit into a tennis bag, it's more convenient to put it this way."

"That's a precious sword!" Sanada's voice became more reflexive again, "It's not something casual!"

"Keep your voice down," Feng He glanced at Sanada, "or your grandpa will come out again." What kind of memory does the deputy minister have, he just forgot after being reprimanded.

Sanada immediately restrained himself a lot, but still gritted his teeth and continued, "Did you hear what I said?"

"Understood." Feng He quickly agreed, this is just a trivial matter, he just needs to pay attention next time.

Seeing Fenghe's straightforward answer, Sanada glanced at him suspiciously. Fenghe knew what Sanada was thinking when he saw Sanada's expression, and rolled his eyes properly in his heart. He also glanced at Sanada, very calm The kind, "Didn't you just say you trust me?"

Well, in fact, seeing Sanada defending himself so much with his grandfather, Feng He expressed that he was very happy.

Sure enough, as expected of being friends for many years, Sanada is still very reliable at critical moments.

"How can it be the same?" Sanada unknowingly amplified his voice, "It's completely different."

Feng He was already desperate for the vice minister's act of amplifying his voice as soon as he got excited. He didn't want to quarrel with Sanada at all now, and he would be reprimanded if he lured the grandfather of the Sanada family out later, "Okay," he said. Then he changed the subject, "Do you want to try a knife?"

Since it took so much effort to give a gift, of course I still hope that the other party will like it, and it is also of practical value.

Sanada looked at the knife that he had been holding in his hand, and immediately shifted his attention.

Such a good knife, who can learn kendo not feel excited after seeing it.

"Feng, come with me." Sanada is not a hypocritical person, since he wants to try it, he should take action immediately.

"Okay." Feng He actually wanted to see Sanada using a real sword, after all, when teaching him, Sanada also used the same bamboo sword as him.

As a family with their own kendo dojo, the Sanada family has everything.

Soon, Sanada took Fenghe to the backyard, where there were piles of grass that could be used for practice.

"Try this?" Feng He asked, pointing to the grass pile. It was the first time he had seen this kind of thing in reality, and he thought it was very interesting.

"En." Sanada stood in front of the grass pile with a sword in his hand, "Look good." At this time, he did not forget to teach Fenghe by the way.

Feng He nodded, even if Sanada didn't say anything about this kind of live-action knife test, of course he would watch it carefully.

The next moment, I saw Sanada's concentration and calmness, and the momentum changed in a moment.

He squatted down, made a gesture of drawing the knife, and in an instant, he drew the knife out of its sheath. At the moment when the knife swung past, Feng He only saw an afterimage of the knife's light.

It seemed that nothing happened to the grass pile after Sanada split it, but just a moment later, the upper part of the grass pile slowly slipped down and fell to the ground.

If it wasn't for Sanada, Feng He would probably have been unable to hold back his applause. He really deserves to be the deputy minister, it's really amazing.

"Good knife." Sanada put away the knife and praised it quite satisfied.

Fenghe also nodded, "Is it really worthy of being called a cutting knife?" Seeing Sanada using it, it feels like cutting iron like mud.

"Although it's just a replica, in terms of its sharpness, it really deserves the name." Sanada lovingly caressed the lines on the scabbard.

"As long as you like it." Feng He finally said this sentence, inexplicably gratified.

Then, seeing Sanada suddenly raised his head, Feng He was also taken aback by his sudden move, but fortunately, he still had that expressionless expression on the surface.

"Thank you very much." Very formally, Sanada thanked Fuhe with a bow.

Feng He, who had never seen such a battle before, was really surprised this time, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull Sanada, "There is no need to thank you so cautiously."

Sanada has always been quite stubborn, even if Fenghe reached out to pull, he didn't pull it, and he straightened up after a while, "This is what it should be." How could he not thank him for receiving such an expensive gift.

Knowing that Sanada's family style is upright and well-educated, Fenghe can only shake his head and sigh in his heart. Is it really the vice minister who never relaxes?

Even thank you.

"Survival, or death, this is a serious issue." Feng He stared at the card in front of him and muttered to himself.

Now the national competition is over, and Gu Chi is also sent away.

Well, even Foxnosuke sent it back. He really has no reason to default on this wish card.

Although the last thing he wants to do is flush this card straight down the drain.

But since it is absolutely impossible to do, it is no problem if you think about it, really, you can do it a thousand times.But if he really did this, maybe the system would give him a hundred wish cards immediately, and every one of them would be fatal.

So, he should find a way to use this card.

Reaching out to pick up the wish card, Feng He turned it over on his fingertips. This is an ordinary wish card, no different from the previous ones.

In other words, in addition to taking effect on himself, it also takes effect on other people.

The next moment, someone secretly smiled in his heart. He wanted to say it before, but he had a plan on how to consume this wish card.

It's just that if you make a special phone call to talk about this matter, it seems too revealing. How can you deal with this matter "by the way"?

I don't know if it's because when people's luck is extremely bad, it will naturally turn into another village. After experiencing the trouble cards added by the system, Fenghe seems to have finally changed his luck this time.

Before he could figure out how to do this by the way, Feng He's mother gave him two tickets to the exhibition that night.

"Xiao He," after dinner, Feng He's mother took out two tickets from her bag and handed them to him, "This is for you."

"What is it?" Feng Hebian asked casually while taking the ticket.

"Our company left it after sending off customers. If you are interested, you can go and have a look." Fenghe's mother explained with a smile.

Feng He looked down, and then sighed at the exquisite design above, "Is it a Chinese painting and calligraphy exhibition?"

Fenghe's mother nodded, "It's an exhibition organized by the China-Japan Cultural Exchange. Of course, a multinational company like ours should promote our country's culture more."

"Well, thank you mom." Feng He accepted the ticket, and was thinking about who to go to watch with him, when suddenly his mind moved.

Doesn't he have a master who likes painting?Although the genres are completely different, the feeling for beauty should be considered universal.

Besides, isn't there that one?

So it's like, doze off and just have a pillow?

After silently laughing from the bottom of her heart, Feng He dialed a phone number directly after returning to the room, and the connection was quickly connected there, "Feng?" It was still a familiar and gentle voice.

"Ah," Feng He struggled for a minute between exchanging pleasantries and immediately getting to the point, but the strong consciousness of the previous life prevailed, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Sure enough... He is Chinese in his bones, has he eaten it all the time?

Yukimura chuckled, "I've eaten."

"Well," this time Fenghe felt that he should stop talking nonsense, otherwise what would he ask in the next sentence, did you sleep?He will probably die of laughter from his Patriarch, okay, let's get to the point, "Are you free tomorrow?"

Sure enough, he is more suitable for this straightforward style.

Yukimura didn't directly answer whether he was free or not, "What's the matter?"

Fenghe originally planned to tell the truth, but inexplicably, he remembered the scene where he was pulled out by Yukimura before, um, the time when he was followed.

It can only be said that fortunately, he was prepared to wear the hat, otherwise it would really not be a miserable word to describe.

Therefore, Fenghe's words changed, "Are you going on a date?"

...Wait, did he really let himself go?

On the other end of the phone, Yukimura raised his eyebrows almost the moment he heard Fenghe's question, this guy is really...

"Going on a date?" Yukimura asked back, which was really gentle.

Anyway, I have already said it, so what else can I do?

With the idea of ​​breaking the jar, Feng He replied quite calmly, "Ah."

That's right, he felt very happy when he saw it. As for whether it was death, well, it's a matter of opinion.

"Okay," Yukimura agreed straightforwardly, but it wasn't just straightforward, "However, since it's a date," Yukimura's words seemed particularly meaningful, "it should be arranged in a more interesting way."

On the other end of the phone, Feng He's heart almost skipped a beat, why did he feel threatened?

It's not an illusion, is it really not an illusion?

So he wants to rearrange the itinerary, lest his Patriarch find it boring?

"...I'll try my best." Feng He suddenly felt that he shouldn't have made this joke, it would be great if he just said it, as long as Xing Cun is free, he will not disagree.

Sure enough, the old saying is true, the so-called do not die, he wants to die, there is no way not to.

This sentence caused the tennis minister of Lihai University to laugh again, "Then what time will we meet tomorrow?"

Fenghe thought for a while, the place to see the exhibition is in Tokyo, if they want to pass through Kanagawa, of course it is more convenient to gather at the JR station, so they said a time.

"Okay, see you tomorrow then." Yukimura was always straightforward.

"Ah, see you tomorrow." Feng He followed suit.

There was nothing to say that night, and when he went out the next day, Feng He didn't forget to put the ticket his mother gave him and the trouble card in his pocket together.

But if you look at the exhibition, it has been calm recently, so you don't need to carry a tennis bag.

Xuan, who was squatting at the door, tied his shoelaces, Feng Hebian was a little distracted.

When he packed his clothes and shoes and went out, he still glanced at the tennis bag he left at the door yesterday before closing the door of his house.

Well, there will be no problem.

When Fenghe arrived at the agreed place, Yukimura hadn't arrived yet, so he didn't care, as long as there were no emergencies, his Patriarch would not be late.

But speaking of it, most of the companions he often plays with are not late.

Except for small kelp...

Speaking of which, one semester has already passed, and when the next semester is over, that guy Akaya will also enter high school.

I don't know about direct admission to the exam... Forget it, anyway, there is an exemption policy from the association, so he doesn't have to worry too much.

After Fenghe stood there and waited for a while, Xingcun arrived.

The time they agreed on was relatively early, which happened to be the rush hour for commuting. The JR station was full of people in a hurry, and the whole station seemed very busy and crowded.

However, among the crowd, Yukimura saw the boy with aqua-colored hair almost at a glance.

The young man with a handsome face and a cool demeanor stands out from the crowd, and he can easily see him without looking for him.