[True luck] My young taming is too lax!

Kirihara couldn't remember how he walked out of room 214 of Nioh's dormitory that night.He fell asleep in a trance, got up, played the transposition match, practiced, and then understood in the afternoon and the next few days what was miserable compared to the special training of the defeated group.

He was required to turn on Angel Transformation to fight Minister Yukimura, so he had to lie down on the court to recover his strength so that he could continue to complete the remaining half of the practice match due to the large amount of energy consumed.

"You have to learn to adjust your physical energy distribution, otherwise you won't last long in an all-out game. Come again."

The minister with a cold face is worthy of being called a god. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't let the score fall on the opposite side, and that person was useless in order to train himself.

Kirihara put his arms under his chin and tried to catch his breath.He raised his eyelids and took a sneak peek at his minister, his eyes involuntarily fixed on the other's lips.

actually really kissed...

He had only seen the people in his class who had been teased escape from the classroom before, and he had never seen a couple who declared their ownership so openly.Could it be that the minister is so powerful that he is different from others?

"Have you rested, Akaya?"

Once he narrowed his eyes and looked at himself like this, Kirihara felt as if he was seen through by the other party.His ears were a little red, he nodded his head and got up from the ground.

"If I get distracted again, I will use my five senses."

Kirihara shivered, "I won't! Come again!"

This kind of training lasted for three days, and when Kirihara was finally freed from the "Minister Hell", he realized that he had unknowingly overcome the problem of turning angels into naked eyes.In the past, although he was not as out of control as demonized, he still had the problem of elevated blood pressure. Even if the level was weakened in the previous group battle, it was still worrying.

It turned out that the minister was not just venting his anger... As he thought this way, he felt a little guilty for misunderstanding the minister, so he obediently got up early every day, went to the restaurant to accompany Yukimura to have breakfast and get drinks.

Yukimura, who is completely ignorant of the mental activities of the younger generation, only finds Chiya to be particularly annoying recently.Finally, the child got rid of the problem of red eyes, and the angelic transformation didn't have any health impact, instead, he had to disturb himself and Genichiro's solitude every day.

He found Liu hoping to take care of the younger generation.

"Recently, I have a little research direction, and it takes time." Liu responded apologetically, and did not intend to say that the new juice that he experimented with his old friends was about to be released.

Yukimura reluctantly seeks help from others, but each has various reasons.

"Studying on phantoms."

"There are books I want to read."

"Play with Jiro."

"Do muscle training."

Yukimura sighed and returned to Sanada's side. The two of them found an inconspicuous corner of the dormitory and occupied an unused court.

"At least if you don't talk to him, you can be quiet for a while, come and practice moves with me."

Sanada, the biggest beneficiary, was seriously defeated by her lover and rival today.

Time passed quickly, Yukimura's "dream" gradually improved its effectiveness, and Sanada's "black energy" also underwent a qualitative change.The weather turned cold into late autumn, and it was late November in the blink of an eye.

Roughly estimated, they have been here for nearly 20 days.Many players are candidates. Although coming to the dormitory is a training organized by the state, they can ask for leave from the school, but there are also course arrangements here to ensure that everyone's grades will not decline.For most teenagers, they will not have any obstacles in learning. Many of them are elite figures with smart minds and all-around sports. However, every school has a few troublesome characters. Attend often.

Kirihara became acquainted with Taocheng in the cram school.He was in the same dormitory with Kaitang before, and he often complained about his seniors with three people of the same level, but although that guy Kaitang looked a little scary, he actually couldn't say anything to complain, which made Kirihara and Zaizen sigh.

On the contrary, in the cram school, Kirihara and Momoshiro chatted very well. The two shared a lot about their seniors and the affairs of the members. Except for those things that he subconsciously knew he could not say, he almost knew a lot about Qingxue Lihai's famous products. through.

On the one hand, Taocheng completely overturned his impression of Lihai.Their Qingxue team played against Lihai twice this year, and their seniors also lost to this school last year. They can be called an insurmountable old enemy.But now hearing the "normal" side of those horrible people in private, he also slowly began to feel close to these current teammates.

Sure enough, like Fuji-senpai Shiraishi-senpai, there are very few people who can be friends with Yukimura-senpai...

"Then go back and finish the exercises, that's the end of today's tutoring."

Oni Jujiro, who is in charge of tutoring, uses the time after dinner to help the juniors.Kirihara stretched his waist, feeling that he should be rewarded for his hard work, so he packed up his books and prepared to go to the bar lounge.

On the other hand, Yukimura and Sanada are having a date at a restaurant, enjoying their quiet alone time.Before nightfall, it was time for everyone to study, bathe and rest. At this time, there were not many people in the restaurant. They found a seat by the window to sit down and enjoy refreshments slowly.

"I was supposed to have grilled fish today, so I was looking forward to it." Yukimura took a sip of his tea and complained a little disappointed, "Xianichiro still tastes so delicious."

Sanada picked up the corner of his mouth, "There are so many choices for meat dishes, but your taste is too picky. Fish is not meat at all."

"I can't agree with this." Yukimura put down his cup and stared at him righteously, "Judging from the taste alone is stupid, and fish is the best choice from the perspective of nutrition and health."

Sanada glanced at him indifferently, "Athletes' bodies consume a lot, and they don't have enough food except beef. In the end, I have always been surprised. Obviously, the food intake is not large, and the calories and protein intake are not too much. Why is your physical fitness so low? so good?"

Yukimura smiled and curled his lips proudly, "That's because the opponent will always actively consume his combat power during the game. Moreover, I have studied the distribution of physical strength."

Sanada looked at his childish expression amusedly, and shook his head helplessly, "That's why you only eat your favorite grilled fish? There is also a limit to self-will. Eat all kinds of meat to have a balanced nutrition."

"Are you saying that you hate vegetables?"

"That's another matter."

While they were talking, they got off topic and went to other places. When they were chatting happily, there was a loud shout from the door.

"what?!"

"It's true. The delivery traffic has been stopped at the foot of the mountain during the rainstorm these days. It won't come until the rain stops tomorrow."

"My pork stew..."

Kirihara, who ran to the restaurant to eat some snacks, lowered his head pitifully, beside him, Dashi and Tian Renzhi were unfolding the Amway and anti-Amway about gravy.

"So I didn't eat fish today because the supply that should have been there didn't arrive?" Yukimura propped his chin thoughtfully, "It seems that the pork stock is also empty."

Sanada took a sip of tea, "The demand for pork is the largest, so it will be affected first."

The quarrel over there became louder, and Yukimura saw Sanada gradually frowning.

"Stop kidding, idiot!"

“Gravy is life!”

"—You guys! You're too slack!"

The few people who were stopped by Sanada's scolding all turned their heads and looked over. The two sitting by the window drinking tea frowned and stared at them, and an old god seemed interested.

"Whether it's pork stew or barbecue, it's too slack to make a fuss about this level of things!"

A trace of dissatisfaction popped out of Kirihara's forehead, "It's not your favorite food, Vice Minister Sanada is really cunning."

"Just bear with it before the rainstorm stops, besides, not all the meat dishes are gone—"

"Well, Sanada-senpai, actually, all the meat stocks have been emptied..."

The kid from Qingxue looked too cautious, but the lover beside him looked like he had lost his soul.To be honest, Yukimura didn't think it was a big deal to have no meat at all, but Genichiro, who was petrified because he heard the news that all the meat stocks were emptied, was even more strange.

He ignored the people who became silent in the hall, and took a sip of tea from his cup.

"...just now, it seemed that the five senses were deprived for a moment."

"I didn't do anything."

Yukimura also felt that it was a pity that the lover had an incomprehensible expression, "Although it is understandable because of the heavy rain, the ingredients for so many people are indeed a problem. Horio-kun, have you been notified of the specific time?"

"No, not yet..."

"Then, what's in the bag you're carrying?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes focused on the medium-sized luggage bag on Horio's shoulder.On such a rainy night, the person in charge of chores carried it with him...

"Forgive me if I misunderstood, but this should not be an ordinary tennis item, right?"

Yukimura smiled and gently put down the teacup.The bottom of his cup made a slight crisp sound when it hit the tray. In the quiet space, only the sound of thunder and rain outside the window echoed.

"Meat, he hid meat!"

Horio watched in horror as Kirihara Oishida Hitoshi approached him.He knew that if he told what was inside, he would be able to escape, but originally these were brought in secretly by Echizen...

He swallowed, turned around and rushed out of the restaurant, the gentle and apologetic smile of the man just now was still replaying in his mind.

Yukimura-senpai, how scary!

Yukimura's gaze shifted to his lover beside him.He propped his chin on the table, fixed his eyes on Sanada who was about to get up to discipline, and said slowly, "Even if there is any problem, it doesn't matter if you let those guys play by themselves."

Sanada sat back on his seat and looked at him dumbfounded, "You know that there can't be meat there."

"Huh? I'm not wrong, at least it's definitely not tennis equipment. Horio looks guilty, probably some prohibited item..."

A few people in the restaurant seemed to follow and ran out. The teammates here unexpectedly liked to join in the fun. Yukimura watched the restaurant clear with satisfaction, leaving only the two of them.

Sure enough, it's better to be quiet.

"You deliberately?"

"Well, on purpose." Yukimura narrowed his eyes, and reached out his hand to signal Sanada to move closer, "Can the gauze be removed?"

He touched Sanada's blindfold, lifted the edge and carefully observed the injury on his left eye.

"It can be disassembled in two days, and it is almost no problem to touch the water." Sanada replied.

Yukimura nodded in satisfaction, "You got injured before you played the game, if you can't get results in the game, it would be too shameful."

Sanada turned his head unnaturally, and the other's finger touched his eyes itchy.He glanced at the sketchbook on the table, one of the pages was being clamped by a pencil, "What did you draw again?"

Yukimura pushed the notebook in front of him, and Sanada turned over two pages, and immediately covered the notebook reflexively.

"Haha, what's your reaction, Genichiro!"

The lover was amused by his actions, and Sanada also felt something was wrong.It's obviously not some shameful painting, but he reacted too much... He lowered his head to look carefully, at first he thought it was Yukimura's works that made him feel embarrassed, but it turned out to be just his back and profile.

The characters on the drawing paper are only sketches, and the lines of the pencil are magnificent and smooth, as if the characters in the pen have been drawn countless times, as naturally and proficiently. □□The man with his back on his back has a vigorous physique, broad shoulders and a hip waist, and well-proportioned and strong muscle lines.He seems to be wearing a kendo robe, with a belt of hakama trousers around his waist, his jacket receded to his waist, the sleeves are hanging around his legs, and he is holding a wooden sword in his hand.

He turned his head to look behind him, his jaw was as tough as a blade, but his lips curved into a gentle arc.

His left eye was covered by a black eyepatch, making it impossible to see the expression there.

While Sanada watched, Yukimura picked up a brush and continued to draw the details.The person on the paper gradually had eyebrows that slanted into the temples and a straight nose.The lower jaw is connected to the Adam's apple, and the neck and shoulders flow out of the back.Yukimura drew the butterfly bones, back muscles, waistline, and the tiny scratches on the back.

"It's gone now." Sanada told him pointing to the scars, but looked at Yukimura and nodded with a smile.

"I know, it's just an artistic expression."

Yukimura continued to draw, and the texture and texture of the clothes can be clearly expressed only through the shades of the pencil, and even the light sense of the muscles is lifelike.

Sanada watched for a long time.This was the first time he watched Yukimura's drafts with his own eyes.In the past, he also observed the coloring of oil paintings. At that time, he usually had a line draft and painted several layers.And Yukimura's other notebooks are also full of sketches.

At this moment, he was watching his lover draw himself on the paper with the most ordinary pencil in that beautiful and slender hand.

My lover is a creator, a creator god.

Maybe even the me who loves him was created by him.

Yukimura gradually became serious about the painting, and Sanada stared at him fascinated.They didn't say a word, and they didn't notice the gradually noisy voices not far away.

Before the lover was distracted, Sanada frowned and turned around. Several people ran past in the corridor outside the restaurant, yelling something like "don't let them get ahead of you".A pillow followed the figure and threw it on the ground, and was picked up and thrown out again...

Did it start again?

Sanada had a complicated expression on his face.You can guess from the shouts of those people, maybe the cause of this war is Yukimura's words——

What's in Horio's bag, can't you tell others frankly?It's so lax to have to compete the next day at such a late hour!

When he turned around, Yukimura didn't seem to pay any attention to this.Quietly getting up and leaving the table, Sanada frowned and walked out of the restaurant to the door of the domed hall on the first floor, where a new pillow fight was in full swing.

"Definitely hid my takoyaki! None of you are allowed to snatch it!"

He took a step back, and the red figure rushing past him jumped into the crowd shouting in Kansai accent, and left a sentence, "Uncle, are you coming to fight too?"

"No, it's not—"

"Even Vice Minister Sanada can't bear it. He always underestimates me and wants revenge this time!"

The white object flying head-on aimed at his face, and for a moment Sanada's memory appeared a few days ago when he was hit by Kirihara when he just returned to Heshu.

He tilted his head reflexively, and reached out to catch the "weapon".Standing not far from him, the boy who was obviously not out of control but just playing was gloating at himself and laughing at him, "Deputy Minister Sanada, you can't beat me in this field hahaha!"

Sanada took a deep breath calmly, I am a mature adult and I cannot argue with the younger generation.All this guy's account will be settled on the field tomorrow... "I said, the pillow is the bedding, don't—"

"boom!"

His eyes were dark, and his nose was stuffed with a soft cloth.His chest rose and fell violently, and he pulled the pillow off his face as if trying to restrain his anger.

"Red also..."

"Eh? No, it's not me!"

"You're really...too lax!"

"Hey?! Vice Minister Sanada! You said it's really not me this time!"

Kirihara, being pursued by the furious vice-minister, seemed to have reproduced the daily life of the Rikkai Tennis Club, and the junior high school students who gradually gathered in the dome hall unknowingly joined the battle.Those who initiated it at the beginning couldn't remember the reason, and those who joined later all had funny smiles.

Although I don't know why, it's rare to be able to attack indiscriminately, and people who usually can't be offended can be bullied a little bit.With this in mind, Sanada was gradually besieged by many people.For the first time, he discovered that it was so hard to go alone.

"You guys! You haven't talked to me at all!" Sanada dodged two consecutive pillow attacks and hid behind the pillars in the hall. His shoulder touched Kuwahara. The two of them looked at each other and quickly decided to help each other back to back, " If that's the case, I won't be polite."

The fuse of this war was holding a notebook at the door with a smile on his face, standing leisurely to the side of the hall as if there were no obstacles, while avoiding the passing pillows.

"Everyone's movements are too ugly." He was still holding a paintbrush between his fingertips, staring at the black-haired boy in the field, and still had the time to draw two strokes on the paper, "Sure enough, it is correct to see it in person. It's hard to keep track of the dynamic."

"It's easy to handle, Jingshi."

Yukimura tilted his head, and the brown-haired boy holding two water bottles came to his side with squinted eyes.

"It's nice to take it easy once in a while."

Gan on the other side looked at his smiling expression, reached out and handed over a bottle, "Would you like to taste our new product, Yukimura?"

"Well, unfortunately, I was very full just now, thank you for your kindness."

Liu silently raised the corner of his mouth.Zhenzhi, no matter what method you use, only this person will never be fooled. You made a mistake.

Gradually, people were brought down in the venue, and the blue-green drink was packed in a Pocari bottle, making it impossible to judge the authenticity.A chill suddenly appeared on Yukimura's body, and he subconsciously took a step away.

It turned out that the "product" he rejected had such great power...

There was a trace of mischief on his face, his eyes searched the hall, and he saw the boy who was pinching a pillow with his back turned to him.The pose was even exactly the same as what he drew, Yukimura raised the book in his hand and put it in front of his eyes, comparing the difference between the real person and the paper.

"Whether you hold a sword or a racket, even a pillow is so imposing." He whispered with a smile, picked up a pillow from the ground, and called Sanada's name loudly.

Few people survived in the arena, his voice was loud and prominent, and several people looked in this direction.

"boom!"

When Sanada heard his name and turned around, he was slapped hard on the face that he never thought of.

"Well, you can't hide, you are too lax!"

A laughing voice came from that mouth, Sanada moved his fingers, and the pillow on his face slowly slid to the floor.He turned around, and Yukimura was shaking the blue-green drink he snatched from Gan's hand to him, "Come and fight with me, the loser will drink it all in one gulp."

The people around subconsciously took a step back.Wait a minute, why do you two have such a deep hatred to work so hard...

Sanada took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

"I said it all—" He looked around at the mourners in the hall, "Pillows are for sleeping, not for throwing!"

"Are you afraid?"

"How is it possible?" I, Genichiro Sanada, will never be afraid of fighting just because of a mere drink...

He stared at the bottle of liquid in Yukimura's hand, wishing he could drag the inventor to the field and repair it severely.

"Come on, I will definitely win today!"