if chuya hadn't become king of sheep

13 years old

In the end, the honest man Kuwahara and the cute Kirihara judged who would throw the pillow of fate. In the end, Kirihara looked at his own cloth and Kuwahara's scissors with a look of despair.

"You can't come out with stones." Kirihara complained.

Kuwahara blinked puzzledly, "Why should I produce stones?"

Nakaya looked at Kirihara, who moved towards the door step by step, and slowly opened the sliding door, feeling very helpless, "Have you never thought about not playing this game?"

Kirihara paused, turned around and looked at Zhong without saying a word, but everything was revealed in his bright eyes, he wanted to play.

Shaking his head, Chuya turned his head away and didn't want to watch it anymore, since he was rushing to commit crimes, it was hard for him to stop him.

"Who do you think Chi will hit?" said Dazai who was sitting hugging the pillow.

"Anyone is fine, if it hits the deputy minister, he will be finished." Chu also only hoped that Kirihara's luck would not be so bad.

Afraid of what might come, he stood in the corridor and opened the door with his eyes closed, then quickly threw the pillow in.

"No one should have thrown this, right?" Mori guessed while watching Kirihara's series of movements from behind.

"Akaya! What are you messing around with?" I don't know if it hit him, but I heard Sanada's roar.

"Holding, I'm sorry, I'll be leaving right away." Qieyuan wanted to close the door and turn around and leave without even wanting a shocking pillow.

Yukimura picked up the pillow in front of him, squeezed it and threw it at Sanada's face, "Pillow fight, it's very interesting, let's play."

The ministers all spoke, and instantly switched from a dignified atmosphere to a cheerful atmosphere. Two doors were open, and a pillow fight broke out between the two rooms opposite the door, as if the two rooms were one.

Liu Lian'er sighed helplessly, fortunately there were no guests on either side of the first floor.

After a fierce battle, everyone sat on the tatami and panted, feathers flying in the air.

Chuya turned his head and suddenly saw a pillow under Dazai's head, one on his waist, and another unlucky pillow under his feet, "I don't think you need a quilt anymore, just sleep like this at night Bar."

"If you confiscate my quilt, be careful I will roll into your bed at night." Dazai was unmoved by Chuya's words and even provoked a wave.

"Oh, if you dare to come in, I will kick you out." While talking, Zhong Ye quickly grabbed a pillow from the side.

The bedding and matching pillows were all provided by the hotel, and all the pillows looked exactly the same, so it was impossible to tell who belonged to which. In the end, each of them must have taken one of them. Nakaya didn’t want to end up with Dazai’s leftover pillow.

The blush on his face gradually dissipated, and Yukimura said with a smile on his face, "I hope everyone's training tomorrow will be as energetic as the pillow fight tonight. It's getting late, go to sleep."

Although a seven o'clock meeting was scheduled, the biological clock still made Zhong Ye wake up at four o'clock in the morning.

Sitting up in a daze, Chuya saw that one, two, or three had trouble sleeping under the covers. Last night, he was lying in the innermost place because Dazai snatched the position at the door. How can he do it now without disturbing others? Getting out became a huge problem.

After he regained consciousness for a while, Chuya stood up, changed his clothes, carefully and slowly stepped over the other people who were still sleeping, and walked towards the door.

The first one is Mori Kosaburo. It is not difficult for Maori to sleep well or not.Next was Kuwahara. To his surprise, his sleeping position was very cute, lying motionless.

Naka also looked at Kirihara and didn't know which leg to take for a moment, Kirihara's sleeping posture was as carefree as his personality, the whole person was tilted to the quilt and disappeared, with one foot resting on Kuwahara's quilt.

After passing the last Dazai, Naka also understood why the space inside was so small, the place where Dazai was lying was still quite a distance from the door.

Just as he was about to move forward, he suddenly heard Dazai muttering, "Chuya."

Chuya tilted his head and looked suspiciously at Dazai, dreaming?

After waiting for the next sentence for a long time, Chuya shook his head and wondered why he was waiting there for Dazai's dream, opened the door and walked out.

After washing up, as expected, I ran into Sanada outside, and the two went for a couple of laps together.

By the time they gathered at dawn at seven o'clock, Zhong had already fully moved his body.

"Minister!" Dazai, who was covering his stomach, raised his hand, "I haven't eaten breakfast yet!"

Yukimura sighed helplessly, "Eat some biscuits first."

Seven o'clock is the normal training time. If you don't eat at this time, you have to wait until noon for lunch.

"Me too..." Kirihara weakly raised his hand.

"Kuwahara, why did you let them oversleep when you lived with them?" Sanada asked with a dark face.

"Dazai wakes up earlier than me, Chiya, Chiya, he really can't wake up." Kuwahara was very wronged.

Take a look at the biscuits provided by Yanagi Renji's family, and Mizukimura smiled, "Okay, Sanada, go ask Akaya from tomorrow, don't skip breakfast after Dazai."

After the problem was solved, the training officially started. First, it was a very regular run, but this time it was going to run on the winding mountain road.

Not long after, Dazai, who had the weakest physical strength, couldn't hold it anymore, "I thought about it. It's not good for me as a non-candidate to be mixed in with a group of regular candidates. I'd better pack my bags and go back."

Liu Lian'er, who was at the end, pushed him very gently, "You don't have to leave when you come, it's so troublesome to come back and forth."

Dazai glanced at Liu Lian-er with a little emotion, if Liu Lian-er wasn't the last one, he would have disappeared without anyone noticing, now it's miserable to be stared at, at this moment Dazai envied Hei Zi's humility There is a sense of presence.

After a run, he was either half paralyzed or completely paralyzed, but Yukimura was obviously not satisfied. Heshu naturally had to be a little more rigorous than the usual training, and immediately entered the next event after a 10-minute rest.

The morning is all about basic training, and everyone sitting at the dinner table at noon has little energy.

"Akaya, don't chew on the table." Chuya, who couldn't stand it anymore, said.

"I'm so hungry." Kirihara lay on his side on the table, feeling weak.

Nakaya looked at Dazai who was sitting on the other side and had turned into a piece of pie. He had no physical strength and was completely carried back by others.

After a while, lunch came.

After eating this food, Chuya looked at Kirihara who was devouring it on the right, and then at Dazai who was lying motionless on the table, "How can you persist if you don't eat in the morning and don't eat in the afternoon training?"

"Then I can skip it in the afternoon." Dazai said weakly.

"Think beautifully, don't daydream." Zhong also rolled his eyes.

"But I don't have an appetite, I don't want to eat." His stomach was screaming but he had no appetite. Dazai felt that he would see God again in a few minutes.

"Drink some soup before eating." After all, it is already summer in August, and the hotel has prepared cold mung bean soup very thoughtfully.

"I don't want to move, Chuya, you can feed me." Dazai didn't move but opened his mouth.

The veins on his forehead twitched, resisting the urge to beat Dazai violently, Chuya picked up the mung bean soup in front of him and put it in front of Dazai with a "bang", "Would you like to drink it or not."

He is just a fool, he actually cares about Dazai's life and death.

Chuya concentrated on eating his own food. Dazai, who had been lying down for a long time, slowly straightened up, stretched out his hand and moved the bowl to the edge of the table, picked up the spoon and slowly scooped up the soup and stuffed it into his mouth.After taking a mouthful of ice cold, Dazai felt himself alive.

Thinking that there are still seven more days like this, Dazai began to worry, is there any way to skip training?

In the afternoon is sparring practice, the fly in the ointment of Hakone Aishu is that there is only one tennis court near the hotel, so you can only practice in groups.

There are eleven people, and there will always be one person who has an odd bye. After thinking about it, Yukimura simply drew a table and decided to hold a round robin.

"The last five will be responsible for Chiya's study guidance next semester." Yukimura announced a punishment that could be called a devil.

Except for Maori, who hadn't participated at all before, everyone else showed more or less desperate expressions.

"What about me?" Although he didn't want to imagine himself losing, Kirihara felt that it was necessary to ask, it was impossible for him to coach himself.

"If Chiya loses, then Chiya will stay here for a few more days after the camp is over to conduct a closed-door study." Yukimura smiled, "Ryu will be with you then."

Zhong also looked at his opponents and compared the strengths of everyone in his head. He should not fall to No.6 or later, he was stable.

Then he patted Dazai on the shoulder gloatingly, "Come on."

He puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction, which was really unfriendly to him, who was not the correct candidate.Self-aware of his own strength, Dazai knows that it is good that he is not the last one.There was a mysterious light in the eyes looking at Kirihara Dazai, since he dared to let him teach, he would have to bear the corresponding consequences.

Kirihara, who was immersed in grief, couldn't help shivering all over, reached out and rubbed his arms, why was he so cold when the sun was shining.

We can't let the practice match take up the entire camp. In order to save time, we use the seven-ball game, but sometimes the time for one ball can be delayed for a long time, such as Nakaya and Sanada who are currently on the field.

"Chuya and Sanada are fighting." Marui Bunta looked at the two people in the field, "Which of them is better?"

"According to the current score, Sanada is in the lead." Liu Lian'er looked down at the score, now 2-1.

"But they have already played this ball for a hundred rounds." Kirihara yawned, "Why doesn't Vice Minister use Feng Lin Huo?"

"Because it's useless." Yukimura explained, "Sanada's Furin Volcano has already cracked it."

"But Chuya's special move, the deputy director, can't catch it at all." Dazai recalled the scene of one ball and one racket, as long as Chuya thought that the racket was nothing.

"It seems that Sanada is about to be defeated by his younger brother, puri~" Nioh's smile was slightly mocking.

Sanada on the court was far less relaxed than the spectators. He used his whole body's strength every time he hit a ball, and Chuya's strength was much higher than his.

"Is it true that only strong players can fight against strong players?" Liu Lianer wrote down the names of several strong players from other schools in his memory, and finally drew a circle on Zhongye's name, "Junior probably There is nothing stronger than Chuya."

"Not only strength but also skill. Chuya is not only a power player, but his skills are also one of the best." Chuya's tennis can be said to have been watched by Yukimura, and Yukimura still has a great say. He is not satisfied with his favorite Li Haida's next minister.