I, soft girl, really fragrant warning!

Time goes back a little bit, on Friday morning, Echizen Otaku.

"Uncle, your letter." Nanako Echizen walked into the living room with a letter.

"Put it on the table." Dressed loosely in a dark kimono, Nanjiro lay on his side on the floor of the corridor, propping his face with one hand, digging his nostrils and scratching his butt with the other, blowing the warm morning breeze, and listening to the courtyard From time to time, there was a crisp "boom" sound when adding water, the water in the bamboo tube turned over, and a favorite magazine was spread out in front of him.

That gesture is quite free.

"Uncle, aren't you looking at strange things again?"

But Nanjiro had already turned the page to the back first, so when Nanako came over, he only saw the content of the tennis magazine - this magazine was specially processed by Nanjiro, with his favorites on the front and ordinary content on the back.

"How is it possible, I'm not a dishonest uncle~" Nanjiro picked his nostrils with a little complacency.

"Uncle, you must wash your hands before eating."

"Nanako, you are still a college student, don't learn from Rinko, it's too wordy~" Nanjiro complained about his wife without any pressure.

"Auntie is in the kitchen, breakfast is almost ready." Nanako reminded softly.

"..." Nanjiro froze, and then almost immediately turned his head to look at the door. He was relieved when he didn't find the familiar person, and then laughed leisurely, "Nanako, don't be led astray by Rinko, keep your Be gentle."

Nanako didn't speak, but smiled softly.

"I heard."

Hearing this voice, Nanjiro smiled a little bit more, with a smirk on his face: "If you hear it, you will hear it~ Boy, you got up too late!"

"I'm still growing up and need enough sleep." Echizen Ryoma walked in, yawning, with dark green hair curled up and slightly darker amber eyes filled with mist from sleep.

"Really? I thought you didn't want to scrub the floors of the monastery."

Long Ma's face collapsed, he really didn't want to go, and he didn't like to get up early.

There is a monastery next to the Echizen house, and Nanjiro, a former professional tennis player, is the acting abbot there. It is said that Ryoma doesn't like to wipe the floor and just refuses, but Nanjiro takes advantage of his weakness.There is a tennis court built by Nanjiro in the temple, where the father and son would have a "hot" tennis match every day. Nanjiro used the right to use the court to "enslave" Ryoma.

"Uncle, don't bully Ryoma all day, your letter."

"What letter?" Nanjiro was impatient, but when he saw the words on the envelope, his eyes lit up and he quickly took it over, "I have won a lottery!"

"What award?" Nanako was curious.

Heh, what else could make the stinky old man's face rippling?Ryoma sneered disdainfully, and walked out of the living room to help serve meals in the kitchen.

"Last time, there was a voting lottery jointly held by some magazine. If you vote for your favorite lady or celebrity, you will have a chance to win prizes." For example, some photos of beautiful ladies in cool clothes~ hehe.Nanjiro tore open the envelope excitedly, his face collapsed, "What the hell is Junna Ninzu? The prize is her poster? I voted for her! It's definitely not her!" What about his Mai-chan!That expression was very similar to that of Ryoma just now.

"I voted, and I changed your voting object. What a surprise, you actually won." A flat female voice sounded, biting the word "object" very hard, Echizen Rinko walked in, smiling sweetly, " What's your opinion, dear?"

"Ahem, as long as you like it." Nanjiro, who was caught for the nth time, did not change his face.

"Then please help me get back the poster of Junna-chan, my dear." Rinko's eyes were full of oppression.

"……sure."

"Auntie, Uncle, come to have breakfast." Over there, Nanako was already setting the table and chopsticks in the dining room.

Ryoma beside him was quietly serving the dishes.

"Hurry up." Lunzi called out angrily.

"Here we come." Nanjiro stood up unwillingly, but there was a brisk smile in his eyes.

The tranquility in traditional Japanese buildings is broken by small noises every day.The Japanese-style breakfast is steaming hot, and the aroma of the food permeates the clean and spacious environment. The husband is provocative with a playful smile, the wife tries to control him with a serious face, the niece is gentle and generous, and the son looks impatient. The atmosphere is peaceful and warm. This is Echizen House morning.

However, how could Echizen Nanjiro really be taking that damn poster!Shinobu Junna?Have you heard it?He stopped his son before he was about to go out: "Young man, tomorrow is a rest day, do you want to have a continuous battle?"

Ryoma putting on shoes: "..."

"It's a hot battle~" Because the son is young and his body has not yet fully grown, the father and son always click to the end, and rarely fight continuously for a whole day.

Ryoma was silent for a few seconds: "Saturday and Sunday."

"Young man, you are too greedy, can't you satisfy you all day? Hey! Don't leave! I promise you!" Seeing that his son was about to leave, Nanjiro hurriedly changed his tone, "But there must be an intermission. "

"Okay." Agree first.

"If you don't fight according to my arrangement on Saturday, you will have a complete rest on Sunday." Nanjiro didn't know what was wrong in his son's heart.

"..." Long Ma pressed the brim of his hat, and gave a cold snort with great reluctance, before he reluctantly replied, "Okay."

"This is a prize ticket."

"Got it." He took the letter in a super perfunctory tone.

"Ryoma, thank you for your hard work. Thank you for helping mom bring back the poster of Junnai-chan. Don't take it by mistake." Lunzi next to him said softly to his son. His attitude was very different from his attitude towards her husband. .

Nanjiro took it for granted, his smirk remained the same, but his eyes darkened.

"Yeah." Ryoma picked up the tennis bag.

"Be sure to bring it back carefully, and don't let others take it away. It's a special edition." Lunzi ordered again.

"Okay, I'm going out."

"Be careful on the road." Lunzi gently waved his hand and watched his son go out.

"Isn't it just a poster? If you keep explaining it over and over again, will someone snatch it?" Nanjiro scratched his ass indecently.

"I don't know if someone will snatch it, but there should be many people wanting to change it." Rinko suddenly showed a particularly sweet smile, "My dear, should you explain this?" This magazine, flipping to the front, is full of beautiful ladies in cool clothes.

"..."

Youth Academy, during the morning exercise break, four first-year students, Echizen Ryoma, Horio Satoshi, Kato Katsuro, and Mizuno Katsuo, sat by the court to rest.

"Echizen, do you think today's Fuji-senpai is strange?" Horio asked.

"Yesterday was also very strange. I heard that Fuji-senpai always squinted his eyes, but yesterday's job kept his eyes open, and today he kept laughing, the kind of sudden laughter." Kato added.

"Laughing and looking at Minister Tezuka, it's really scary." Mizuno couldn't help hugging his shoulders tightly.

"No, no, no! I laughed after looking at Minister Tezuka first, and speaking of scary, don't you think the expression on the minister's face is even scarier today?" Horio corrected, "Echizen, what do you think?"

"Oh." Ryoma was not interested.

"So indifferent! Echizen, you are too indifferent! Don't you care about the club's seniors? That's the main election! That's the minister!" Horio asked loudly.

"Oh." Minister?Ryoma's heart moved, and he looked at the man wearing glasses. Today's expression was extremely serious, and people could feel his strength.When can I fight this man Tezuka Kunimitsu?

"Echizen, you see Minister Tezuka's eyes are about to burn, he will be misunderstood as provocation!" Horio reminded.

"Yes." The tone was flat, but the attitude was very arrogant, Ryoma made no secret of his desire to compete with the minister, his eyes were astonishingly bright!You can feel the surging and powerful momentum from far away.

"Echizen, look! Look! Put it away! Japan pays great attention to the etiquette of seniors, especially in sports clubs, juniors must be polite to seniors!" Kato hurriedly pulled people away, he was very worried that Ryoma would provoke him in the next second minister.

Mizuno quickly blocked Ryoma's line of sight, only in front of him did he realize that the aura was really not a joke, it was too strong!With his scalp numb, he seemed to be able to see the picture of Ryoma challenging the minister!

"Echizen! Minister Tezuka is not comparable to Arai-senpai, so don't get cocky just because you beat Arai-senpai! The minister is very strong!" Horio joined the blocking team.

"That's good!" Ryoma's cat eyes became brighter.

Horio: "..." Echizen Niuhide is blowing the sky!Can blow better than him!

Mizuno: "..." Is it because growing up in the United States, Echizen knows too much about Japanese etiquette?Actually directly challenged the authority of the predecessors.

Kato: "..." Echizen who can say such a thing is so handsome!It seems to be saying "Don't be cowardly, just do it!", much braver than myself.

aside.

"Arai, look at the first grade over there, his eyes are provoking the minister!"

"Hmph! Overthinking one's abilities!" Arai, the second grader who picked on Ryoma but was punished, snorted coldly. He was waiting for that stinky brat to be punished by the main election!It's time to laugh hard again!

The main players at the tennis court next door also noticed Ryoma's gaze.

"Tezuka, you are so popular. The younger generation admires you very much, and your eyes almost set you on fire." After finishing speaking, Fuji couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Tezuka was expressionless.

"As expected of the head of Qingxue! I'm looking forward to our club's main selection competition this time. If you match up, it will be very interesting."

Tezuka turned and left.

"Don't go! Tezuka, I still want to talk to you about running..."

Tezuka silently increased his speed.

"What are you playing! I want to participate too!" Kikumaru couldn't bear it, bouncing up and down to keep up.

On the side, Dashi, Taocheng and other regular members watched silently, their small eyes flying wildly among each other.After all, they have never seen Tezuka with such a "lively expression", nor have they seen such a dark belly.

"The recent data fluctuations are 20% larger than before, and 70% of them are due to Echizen Ryoma." Gan held his small notebook and didn't know what he was writing.