The aunt of the king of the net

When the sixth summer came, Sanada Canghai was still standing on the training ground practicing kendo hard.

Meihui's mother was always talking about it, it's already summer vacation, so they should play more, don't always practice kendo besides studying.

However, apart from these, she really didn't know what else she could do, what else she could do to relieve the pressure that was building up in her mind.

Having said that, it is always difficult to see Genichiro when he is not practicing kendo recently.

The young boy who always silently practiced kendo with him suddenly disappeared, which made Sanada Canghai feel a little bit disappointed.

Although Genichiro has a rigorous personality, he has many friends. Even though he looks mature, he is only an 8-year-old boy, and he cannot accompany her to practice kendo all day long.

And she, even her heart is old, really can't bring up the interest of playing with children.

A few weeks later, at noon, Sanada Canghai was doing his homework in the study.

Although it is only something for elementary school students, it is mostly in quantity. It turns out that whether it is China or Japan, the amount of homework for students is amazing.

Shaking her numb arm from writing, Sanada Canghai felt that her biggest improvement over the years was her improved patience.

This is thanks to his father, Masao Sanada, who said that practicing kendo is not just about practicing skills, but the most important thing is practicing xinxing, so sometimes he just sits for hours.

Scattered footsteps came from the outdoor corridor, from far to far.

Sanada Genichiro didn't expect his aunt to be here at this time, so he bent over and said to the girl in the Japanese room, "Auntie, I'm sorry to bother you."

"It's Genichiro, bring your friends in."

Sanada Canghai saw that the person who came in was Sanada Genichiro, and there was a boy of his age standing beside him, so he invited them to come in and sit down.

"I'm Sanada's classmate Yukimura Seiichi, excuse me."

When Sanada Canghai heard this name, he couldn't help but look up at him a few more times. The current Son of God is a polite young man.

Sanada Genichiro and Yukimura Seiichi sat across from Sanada Sokai, took out their homework from their schoolbags and spread them out on the low table.

For a while, only the sound of flipping books and pens writing could be heard in the entire Japanese room.

During the period, Sanada Mie came once, saw a few children studying hard, put down some fruit cakes and left.

"Sanada"

When Seiichi Yukimura spoke, two eyes looked at him at the same time.

Sanada Canghai was just too focused to hear Sanada reflexively look over.

"Hehe, it's hard to tell the difference between the two Sanadas."

"Don't mind, it's just a conditioned reflex." After Sanada Canghai finished speaking, he lowered his head and started to do his homework.

"What's the matter Yukimura?"

"I'm just stumped by some questions, let's see if you've written it down"

Genichiro Sanada glanced at the question Yukimura Seichi said, "I'm thinking about it too, it's really difficult."

So after the two of them discussed for a long time and searched the books, but still could not find a satisfactory answer, Sanada Genichiro went to ask Sanada Canghai for advice with an English book in his hand.

"I bogged down in a sea of ​​bloodback legs, unable to stop, go back, as faras like, people feel that there is no treat. the future is a marshyarea, people gotindeeperanddeeper."

"My legs were already in the sea of ​​blood. I couldn't stop. I wanted to turn back. It was as if I had come to an end. It was chilling. There was no way out. The future was a swamp, which made people sink deeper and deeper."

"This is a famous quote from Shakespeare. Today's elementary school students have already learned such a difficult thing. It's amazing."

"Sanada's aunt is amazing. She can translate such a difficult sentence. Sanada and I have been thinking for a long time but we can't translate it completely."

"Ah, probably because I like reading books very much."

Excuse me, what does this have to do with reading?

Yukimura Seichi felt that his friend's aunt was really a child who couldn't be deduced by common sense.

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