Because I was afraid of death, I had to talk about love a few more times.

"That's right, the fingers here should be placed underneath to bear the force..."

He subconsciously grasped the girl's palm, just like when he practiced with Nanako before, helping to adjust the posture.

"Well..."

It's just that he didn't notice that what he was holding in his hand was not the younger sister he had been with day and night, but someone else's younger sister.

The creamy touch on the palm is also different from Nanako.

Perhaps because of her younger age, the girl's palm skeleton feels very small.

He could almost wrap the girl's two little hands with one hand.

"Nissan..."

Yaliu Mingsui murmured in a low voice, her cheeks felt slightly hot.

But the young man standing behind her who was focusing on helping her adjust her posture didn't pay attention to these unimportant details, but just explained the various ways of exerting and retracting force when holding a sword.

"...Do you understand everything?"

Nakano Mayu let go of his hand and stood aside, asking in a hearty tone.

Teaching others to do things is really something that can make me happy. No wonder there are so many "Daoge" who like to point and point others on the Internet.

"Huh?" The girl next to her let out a panicked whimper, and then stammered and replied loudly: "Obviously...understood!"

"Ok?"

This is obviously not understood...

He scratched his head, a little strange.

Judging from the several conversations and getting along with each other, Mingsui's comprehension ability and learning ability should not be bad, right?

Is what I just said too complicated?

"Sorry, I forgot that you are a complete beginner, I will make it simpler this time..."

After he finished speaking, he stepped forward and prepared to guide his good friend's sister again...

"No, no Nissan, I already understand!"

Seeing that he was about to step forward, the girl quickly assumed a standard kendo posture, her small face was full of seriousness, but her eyes blinked much faster than usual.

"Hmm..." Nakano Masuke took a look, and he seemed to have absorbed some of the essence of his professor: "That's right, Mingsui, your talent is indeed very good!"

"Come on, let's practice together." He also put on a posture, aimed at the empty courtyard, and began to adjust his mind.

"Yes, Nissan!"

The girl also stood not far away, imitating his appearance, and began to take a deep breath to adjust her state.

"Ha!" He shouted angrily, and the wooden sword in his hand cracked like lightning, leaving an afterimage.

"Wow--" The fierce piercing sound caused by swinging the sword instantly resounded through the courtyard!

"Ha..." Seeing this, Baliu Mingsui also let out a coquettish cry, and swung down the wooden sword in his hand.

"pat..."

But she didn't know whether she used too much force or didn't hold it tightly. When she swung the wooden sword down, she let go of her hand and flew towards the outer wall of the courtyard. It hit the wall, stirring up a cloud of limestone.

Chapter 190 Unimportant People

"pat..."

But I don't know if he used too much force or didn't hold it tightly, the wooden sword was thrown out at the same time as Eight Willow Mingsui swung it down, and flew towards the outer wall of the courtyard, hitting the wall, stirring up a piece of limestone.

"Hmm... Sorry Nissan, I seem to be using too much force..."

She hurried forward to pick up the wooden knife, patted the gray stain on the knife, her serious face looked a bit depressed.

"It's okay, this is normal for you. When Nanako first learned kendo, I don't know how many wooden knives she broke..."

Nakano Shinsuke revealed his younger sister's shortcomings with a smile, trying to comfort the middle school girl.

"really?"

The girl was young after all, facing his old comfort, she immediately cheered up, picked up the wooden knife and walked not far from him, and continued to chop.

Nakano Masuke accompanied Akeho Sora while observing her posture of swinging the knife.

After a while, he nodded in satisfaction. Mingsui is indeed talented, and will constantly adjust the most suitable posture according to the feedback of his own swinging the knife.

Just when he was about to turn around and do his own practice, Nanako ran down the stairs with a 'patter'

"Nini...sorry I'm late."

"It's okay, come and train quickly, aren't you guys at the school festival today, there won't be enough time later..."

He handed the wooden knife in his hand to Nanako, preparing to do some physical training first.

"Um..."

Nanako took the wooden knife, stood where he was just now, glanced at Mingsui beside him with some curiosity, and then began to train seriously.

......

Nakano's living room.

"498!"

"499!"

"500!"

Nakano Shinsuke did [-] push-ups as usual, and then lay down on the pink yoga mat under him, with only a thin layer of sweat on his body.

Why do you feel unfulfilled?

Although I didn't feel tired after doing [-] before, my arms would still be a little sore. Today I feel similar to doing [-] or [-] as usual.

Well...

Do you want to do something?

He looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and when he was hesitating, a weak call came from the direction of the kitchen.

"Nakano-senpai, you can... eat right away..."

The senior is wearing a uniform, standing at the door of the kitchen, her face looks a little guilty, and there is also a subtle burnt smell

Nakano Mayu smacked his lips, suddenly feeling a little bad in his heart.

"Want... do you want to wipe your sweat?" The senior sister took out a towel from behind. It was obvious that she had asked Nanako, and it was the one he usually wiped his sweat with.

"You took my towel, how can I wipe my sweat?" He stood up suddenly, and glared at some submissive seniors at the kitchen door.

"Um...yes...sorry..."

The senior sister bit her lower lip lightly, and trotted over to hand him the towel.

"You want me to wipe it myself after you have it all?!" He frowned, and moved the sweat stains on his chin towards the senior sister's face.

"Oh..." The little quail subconsciously took half a step back, then raised his hand to wipe his sweat.

"Are you serious about your retreat? Are you disgusting me?"

"No, no... I didn't... despise you..." The little quail immediately stood back to its original position, raised its face, and wiped his sweat gently.

It's just because the height gap between the two is a bit big, the senior who is less than 1.6 meters has to raise her hands above her head to wipe the sweat on his face.

And because he didn't let the seniors retreat, the seniors who were too close couldn't see the sweat on his face clearly, and wiped it near the eyes a few times.

"Hiss!" Nakano Zhenyou suddenly covered his eyes, and made a face of pain: "You want to hurt my eyes and take this opportunity to retaliate against me for not letting you into the room yesterday, right?"

"No, no... I didn't mean that..." The senior sister hurriedly waved her hand in denial, her small face looked a little anxious.

"Tsk, you're so clumsy, you can't even wipe off your sweat, you don't know what else to do besides being my...cough cough!"

"Ugh..."

Almost slipping his tongue, he grabbed the towel, wiped it carelessly, then stuffed the towel into the senior sister's hand, then turned his head and walked to the bathroom.

"Ah, I...I'm going to wash up first, you guys eat first, don't wait for me..."

"Oh..."

Haneda Kiyoka took the sweat-soaked towel, looked at the young man's back, and responded weakly, not depressed because he was beaten by the young man again, but showed a foolish smile.

He just wanted to say, let yourself...

"Sister?"

Suddenly, someone patted her on the shoulder, and she trembled slightly in a daze, and quickly turned her head to look.

Hachiyanagi Risho was holding the breakfast they made together in his hand at this time, with a confident smile on his face.

"Eight...Eight Liusang..." She greeted in a low voice, quickly took the plate from Eight Willow's hands, and put it on the table beside her.

"Didn't I say, senior sister can call me Riho?"

"Oh... Riho... San..."

"Risho!" the eight-liu girl emphasized again with a slightly stronger tone, and her expression looked a little similar to that of Nakano Mayu.

"Ri... Riho..."

"That's right, senior sister is so cute..." Hachiliu Riho first raised his hand and pinched the weak senior sister's face, then glanced at the somewhat super high school-level panda, and whispered: " It’s just that the panda is too big!”

"Well..."

Haneda Kiyoka, who seemed to be being bullied, did not resist, but stood there with a bitter face, letting the girl in front of her do what she wanted.

I don't know if it's her illusion, but she always feels that the girl named Yaliu Riho in front of her has some characteristics similar to her junior, especially the kind feeling.

"Where's Mr. Nakano?" Hachiyanagi Riho quickly put the bowl away, and forced Aiho to wash up after going downstairs to eat it, and then asked the senior.

"In...in the bathroom...it's been a while, it should be almost ready..."

At this time, with the help of Lixiang, Miss Nishinomiya's fried eggs with soy sauce have also been baked.

"Not bad, this soy sauce made of coke is very hot!" Hachiliu Riho glanced at the black charcoal-like object on the plate of the two, and continued to praise with a smile, regardless of the action of the senior sister beside her pulling her arm: "Yeah , smells very pungent, it is indeed a premium product..."

"Hmph!" Nishinomiya Chisa glared at the eight willow girl with a bad expression, and snorted coldly.

But when I turned around and saw the omelette I made, I felt a little embarrassed: "Lixiang, forget it, throw this away, I can only trouble you to make another one as soon as possible..."

In the group of Hachiyanagi and senior sister, although there is a senior sister who is adding to the chaos, the senior sister belongs to the disadvantaged group, and the main person in charge is Yayanagi Riho, the daughter of the izakaya family.

Although the breakfast made has the blessing of the senior sister, it can still be regarded as delicious in color, fragrance and taste, which makes people feel hungry.

But on the side of the master and servant of the West Palace, the young lady who had hardly been in the kitchen since she was a child was completely in charge. Li Xiang, who followed the rules of the maid, did not point fingers, and only answered when her own young lady asked.

So what was made can only be described as horrible.

"Yes, miss..."

The little maid silently stepped forward and picked up the charcoal-like object, preparing to destroy its egg path.

"Well, it smells so good, what delicious food did you make?"

At this moment, Nakano Shinsuke, who had washed off the sweat stains, wiped the damp hair on his forehead and asked casually.

"Hmm..." As soon as he finished asking, he saw the plate in Lixiang's hand, his expression changed, he turned his head and walked towards the courtyard, and at the same time muttered: "These two little guys haven't finished their practice yet, I'm going to urge them to avoid delaying the school festival."

As soon as he took two steps, he felt that his arm was being held by a soft little hand.

"..."

He turned his head to look, but it was the senior sister who pursed her mouth and looked a little anxious.

While the senior sister held him back, her eyes turned to the plate of things in Lixiang's hand, and Miss Nishinomiya's slightly frustrated face drifted away.

Although the girl didn't speak, he probably understood the meaning.

"Tsk..."

I didn't expect that senior quail would feel distressed sometimes. Could it be that after the dinner party last night, she regarded all the girls present as her friends?

"Naka... Junior Nakano, do you want to..."

"If you want, I'll eat whatever you cook!" Looking at the senior's pitiful expression and Qiansha's drooping little face, he gritted his teeth and directly took the food from Lixiang's hand.

"Nakano-kun, don't..." Qiansha stopped her with a rare weak tone.

"Although it's a bit dark, it smells good..."