I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 243 Children

"Wow! My luck is on my side, I got third place!"

The unexpected thing that Tsukino Gen mentioned seems to have come true.

Akihiko Miura rushed back excitedly, not even bothering to accept the award.

"The third guy in front made a mistake and fell flat on his face!"

Ayaka Miura looked at her younger brother with amusement. "He must be very sad right now, and you're making fun of him like this. Is that appropriate?"

"Hehe, I was just saying it casually. Of course, it's still quite pitiful, but it's really a stroke of good luck."

The boy quickly realized, "Huh? Why are you two sitting together?"

Seeing her older sister sitting with Tsukino Gen was a rather strange feeling.

Well, as a man, he wasn't entirely sure what kind of charm Tsukino Gen possessed in the eyes of women, but anyone with basic aesthetic sense could see how special this boy was.

It feels like every girl who appears next to him is quite dangerous.

It's that feeling of powerlessness—the feeling that no other beast can compete with a dominant predator, no matter how hard it tries.

But this is my own sister.

He's not going to become my own brother-in-law, is he?! No way!
Gen shrugged and smiled, saying, "We're just watching your match together."

"Did you two really watch it? I don't think you seemed happy for me at all."

Miura Akihiko muttered to himself.

"How would you like us to be happy for you? Throw you a party to celebrate your third-place finish in the long jump?"

Ayaka Miura asked with a smile.

Miura Akihiko thought about that scene for a moment.

The two men flanked him, one on each side, and then celebrated their third-place finish.
No, they seem more like young parents, a family of three, right?

It's even more terrifying now.

"Never mind, never mind, I'm going to collect my prize!"

The boy left in a hurry again.

Gen Tsukino rose from the stands.

"Aren't you going to film your brother receiving the award?"

"It's okay. If someone takes a picture and wants to keep it as a souvenir, he can just ask someone else for it."

Ayaka Miura said with a smile.

"Your older sister is really mean-spirited."

Gen Tsukino remarked with emotion.

"Really? I haven't been harsh on you, have I?"

"You're not my sister."

"You're my brother's good friend, so theoretically you can call me 'sister' too."

"I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of going around claiming older sisters."

Just kidding, I'm Wa's junior.

If anyone is to be recognized, it's their mother.

Okay, that's even more of a joke.

I don't know what these women are thinking. Why do they all like to act like elders? Is it something to be proud of to take advantage of someone like this?

Ayaka Miura wasn't disappointed either. This woman seemed frighteningly optimistic, with a mental fortitude that prevented her from ever becoming impatient. It was as if nothing in this world could possibly faze her.

She showed no disappointment; in fact, she even smiled and turned her head to look at Tsukino Gen.

"Didn't you ever call Jian Yue 'Sister'?"

".Who said that?"

Of course I called her that, but I only said it to coax that girl.

But it's also true; they're just too embarrassed to admit it to outsiders.

Ayaka Miura adjusted her baseball cap, briefly letting her long rose-gold hair shimmer with a dreamlike hue in the sunlight.

She still looks so beautiful, and it still perfectly matches her personal style.

"I don't know, but I do know that such a thing exists."

"But you're not Kiyono Mizuki."

"That's why everyone says they envy her."

"Then you can be envious all you want. I'm leaving now."

"Okay, I'll watch your game this afternoon. Good luck!"

".Thanks."

The boy turned and left the stands.

He didn't care what Ayaka Miura was thinking. Sometimes, if you always try to figure out what others are thinking, you might fall into their trap, even if that trap wasn't set by them.

However, if you are the first to feel curious about the other person and think about them deeply, it means you have already fallen for them to some extent. This is what is known as self-conquest.

Most people find themselves in this predicament not because the other person is particularly attractive.

Rather, it's because you neglect yourself too much and care too much about others. This isn't just one person's dilemma; most people have this kind of trouble, and ultimately it's simply because of your sensitivity and kindness.

Gen Tsukino would never be that kind of person.

Selfishness sounds disgusting, but at least you understand what it means to be good to yourself.

However, Tsukino Gen isn't as purely selfish anymore; he spotted the girl in the cheering squad from afar.

The cheering team has a lot to do. They not only have to film and record some of the highlights of their team's players, but also prepare water and paper for the players, and cheer them on while watching the game.

Although Kazama Sakura wasn't the captain of the cheering squad, she was arguably the most popular girl in it, and naturally received a lot of attention. This girl disliked being gossiped about in this regard, so she naturally did her best.

You can see her getting water for others, and her companions keep asking her which photos to choose.

It's quite interesting to watch her busy.

It wasn't mockery, but rather a kind of charm.

Sweat would seep slightly from her forehead, forming fine, dense beads of sweat on her fair skin.

Her tied ponytail swayed constantly with her movements, like a swinging swing.

It seems that she embodies the word "youth" most vividly, and no one else can be the best interpreter of this word except her.

Just watching quietly seems to be the best experience.

Gen Tsukino was somewhat reluctant to get close.

After all, she can easily detect me the moment I get close, just like a radar. Shouldn't I be a little proud? I finally have my own personal radar.

as predicted.

Genji Tsukino got a tiny bit closer.

As if sensing something, the other person looked up and glanced around before pinpointing the boy's location.

"Uh, you can handle this yourself. I have something to take care of; could you keep an eye on things here for me?"

Kazama Sakura smiled and said to the girl next to her.

Then she put down what she was holding, picked up her phone, and walked briskly toward the boy.

If it weren't at school, with so many people who know me watching me.

Gen Tsukino always felt that the other person's footsteps were about to pounce on him, and he seemed to be ready to open his arms and hug her at any moment.

Just then, her high ponytail swayed as she approached me, and that familiar fragrance wafted towards me.

"I just came over to take a look around, I hope I didn't bother you?"

The boy asked with a smile.

Kazama Sakura blinked. "How come you still know how to use such frivolous language now?"

The boy laughed uncontrollably, "How did this become tea? Seriously, I noticed other people were giving me strange looks."

Of course, some people noticed them.

It was hard for this boy's approach not to attract the attention of others.

Especially when standing next to Kazama Sakura, they form the most pleasing combination. Even if you only glance at them out of the corner of your eye, they can gradually draw your attention.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at Gen Tsukino was far more complex.

There might be envy, jealousy, and even girls' covetousness.

"What? Now you're the one who cares about what others think?"

The girl said with a smile.

Gen Tsukino shook his head. "No, I was afraid it would affect your work."

"What kind of job is it? It's just cheering, nothing serious. But everyone in the team is really nice, they're all kind girls."

"As long as you're happy doing it."

Gen Tsukino nodded and said.

"By the way, you don't have a match this morning."

She said it suddenly.

"Yes, the last match is in the afternoon."

"I know, I will go see it."

Kazama Sakura nodded.

The way she looked at him so obediently made Tsukino Gen want to reach out and pat her head. She really did resemble a dog intently watching its owner.

"Let's not talk about that now. Are you hungry?"

Tsukino Gendo asked.

The morning's matches were almost over, and it was nearly noon.

The girl thought for a moment, "Hmm, what, are you going to treat me to dinner?"

"Isn't it normal for me to treat you to a meal?"

"But I'd love for you to cook for me, but unfortunately I'm not a princess, so I probably won't be able to enjoy your special meals."

She looked pitiful, innocent, and weak.

Gen Tsukino couldn't help but laugh, knowing that Rin Asagiri must have told everyone about him cooking for her and her daughter.

I don't know what she was thinking, why does this young lady just like to show off like this?
He reached out and patted the other person on the head.

The movement is very light.

This made the girl blush, and she tiptoed, as if rubbing her hands together.

Indeed, such actions are quite effective.

"Okay, I'll cook for you when I have the chance. But not today, do you have something else to do?"

"No."

She smiled and narrowed her beautiful eyes, now looking a bit like a sly little fox who had succeeded in her plan.

"Shall we go out for dinner together?"

"Good~"

Gen Tsukino took a step, but found that the girl was standing still.

She stared at him longingly, her right hand positioned slightly in front of her, her little finger slightly raised.

Like passengers at a train station, waiting for their own last train to arrive.

Gen Tsukino could certainly understand this girl's little thoughts.

It just seems that I don't need to hide anything, nor do I need to stand still and look around to see if the people around me will react.

They are like scenery released into the sky; why bother about the direction the birds fly by?

Because they are not of the same kind, they are not under the same sky.

He stepped forward, easily took her hand, and looked into her eyes, which suddenly lit up.

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Why are you acting like a little kid who has no one to take him home?"

Kazama Sakura tiptoed.

“I used to be, but now I’m your child.”

"it is good."

Leading her away from the sports field, whose gaze was drawn away, whose sigh was uttered, it really doesn't matter.

A distant direction.

The color is rose gold.

Her pupils reflected the color of the sky, like film with a filter applied.

He put his baseball cap back on.

He put his hands back in his pockets and left the sports field of his youth.

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(End of this chapter)