Tokyo: They say it's just dating, but they're serious about it.

Mikoto glanced at the two families of three swinging on the swing, then looked at Katsuhiko, who was yawning.

Sheng Yan worked the night shift last night, saying he spent the whole day buying goods and hadn't slept yet...

Mikoto pursed her lips, looked around again, gently tugged at the hand that Katsuhiko was holding, and whispered, "Do you want to go over there to watch the show? There are benches there."

On the other side of the small square, there was a small area built with colorful wooden boards and foam boards, and there were cameras, which looked like a variety show filming location.

There were many people watching from all around, and there were also spectator seats where you could sit and rest.

Katsuhiko turned his head in the direction Mikoto indicated, and Chinatsu, whom he was holding, also craned her neck to look.

A cluster of colorful balloons floated up from the other side of the field, and Chika seemed to take notice, immediately stretching out her little hand and pointing in that direction.

"Then let's go take a look."

Katsuhiko nuzzled Chinatsu's little nose with his face, making Chinatsu giggle. When Katsuhiko turned around, he switched hands and hugged Chinatsu to the other side, while his free hand reached for Mikoto's hand.

Mikoto's hand trembled, and she quickly raised her hand, saying, "Let me carry you? You look very tired."

“Adding one more won’t tire you out,” Katsuhiko grabbed Mikoto’s hand and walked towards the variety show venue, tilting his head to ask, “How long has it been since she saw her father?”

“Back then,” Mikoto said softly, bowing her head slightly, “she hadn’t learned to walk yet.”

“He’s not even a year old yet,” Katsuhiko said, looking up at the pale blue sky, which was cloudless. He blinked and casually remarked, “You’ve had a tough time.”

Mikoto paused slightly, falling a half-step behind. She turned her head and wiped the corner of her eye with her other hand, letting Katsuhiko pull her hand forward without saying another word.

The scene was indeed a filming location for a variety show.

There is a family-friendly game called "Super Transport Team" hosted by TV Tokyo.

It means that the parents work together to deliver the designated items to the child standing at the finish line.

The child with the most items in their basket within the allotted time wins.

The family that wins first place will receive a mini car worth 50 yen, commonly known as the "Little Frog" mini truck, provided by the sponsor.

In a prominent position in the venue, five vehicles were parked side by side, just like elderly mobility scooters, except that they had a cargo compartment at the back.

"I can use it to deliver goods..." Sheng Yan immediately became interested.

Just as this round of the game ended, the filming crew was preparing for the next round, and on-site registration was open.

Katsuhiko didn't go to the audience seats. Instead, he dragged Mikoto to the registration area and joined a group of parents with their children in line.

Mikoto looked up in surprise and asked, "Mr. Takenaka, you...?"

Sheng Yan quickly turned around, covered his mouth and whispered, "I need a truck to haul goods. If you help me out, I'll treat you to a big meal later."

Mikoto was taken aback and whispered, "You haven't slept since last night!"

Sheng Yan turned his head and glanced at the car, saying, "Stop talking nonsense and cooperate properly. I'm full of energy."

"All right……"

Mikoto glanced at the competition area, subconsciously touching her throbbing forehead. She felt a little breathless, her palms were sweating, and her mind was a bit of a mess…

She knew about the event; she had seen it on TV.

Registration is very quick, and there's no need to verify if they are a real couple.

After all, this is a variety show, meant to be on TV; a fake couple wouldn't dare to be so blatant.

The competition venue has five tracks, each with a carrying distance of about ten meters. At the finish line, there is a small enclosed building made of colorful wooden planks, with the words "Restroom Adjustment" written on the door.

Four couples plus one man and one woman stood at the starting line, following the instructions of the staff.

On the small table in front of them were the items that needed to be transported: apples, oranges, bananas, grapes, and melon seeds, three of each, to be transported in sequence.

A male host in his forties, with a lewd smile, dressed in a cute cartoon outfit, held a microphone and explained the rules.

The couple must run towards the finish line with the item on their foreheads. Once they reach the finish line, the child must take the item from them. This counts as one successful attempt.

"Attention, parents! Our only requirement is that you must keep your head down while carrying the item. As for anything else, whether you carry it, hug it, or hold it, as long as the dads or moms can manage, it's fine..."

Mikoto lowered her head, her legs trembling slightly. She clutched her skirt, wiped the sweat from her palms, and quickly glanced at Katsuhiko, who was patting her shoulder.

Katsuhiko stared at the things on the table, motionless, his face very serious and his eyes very sharp.

"Start!" the host suddenly shouted.

Katsuhiko suddenly started moving, grabbing an apple from the table with his left hand and placing it on his forehead, while his right hand grabbed Mikoto's head from behind. He quickly bent down, pressing their foreheads against the apple. At the same time, Katsuhiko used his free left hand to pull Mikoto up by her buttocks, and then, like a madman, he charged towards the target.

Mikoto was just lost in thought when the sudden start left her completely stunned, her eyes wide open.

The current situation is that Katsuhiko is holding Mikoto's head with one hand and her thigh with the other, running wildly.

Mikoto's hands and legs hung down, swinging as Katsuhiko ran.

"Wow...Mr. Takenaka, you're amazing!" the host exclaimed in an exaggerated tone. "But please don't go this crazy, or you'll run out of steam..."

Katsuhiko didn't respond, rushed to the finish line, then bent down and let Chika, who was jumping and clapping, take the apple from him.

The other four couples on the track were walking sideways with their hands on each other's shoulders and their heads touching, not even halfway there yet.

Ha! They're all weaklings... Katsuhiko sneered inwardly, then patted Mikoto's buttocks, lifted her up a bit, and said in a heavy breath, "Quickly wrap your legs around my waist and put your arms on my shoulders. You don't need to get down. I'm going to drive the car home today."

Mikoto seemed to have also been running; her face was flushed, her chest heaving, and she breathed heavily as she said, "Okay..."

Three apples and three oranges were quickly delivered, while the couples on the other four tracks hadn't even finished delivering all the apples.

Katsuhiko's sense of crisis vanished instantly, and he was also exhausted. Mikoto's feet didn't touch the ground the entire time, and she kept slipping down, but thankfully she wasn't very heavy...

Mikoto bit her lip and whispered, "Mr. Takenaka, would you like to... go to the lounge... and rest for a bit?"

"How can I rest before I've won the grand prize?"

As he spoke, Katsuhiko hung a banana on his forehead, lowered his head to Mikoto's forehead, and continued to run towards the finish line while holding her in his arms.

But halfway through the run, Sheng Yan's expression suddenly changed, and he stopped abruptly, taking a deep breath.

Because at the scene, both Katsuhiko and Mikoto were the most conspicuous figures, with Katsuhiko's madness and Mikoto's shameful appearance of covering her red face and not daring to face the camera.

The children didn't know what was going on, but the adults were thinking too much about it. They cheered and laughed, and the children, unaware of what was happening, clapped and jumped around foolishly.

The host's attention remained focused on the two of them, which created a great entertainment effect.

"Mr. Takenaka! Mr. Takenaka, what's wrong?" The host chased after Katsuhiko and held the microphone to his mouth. "Should we call an ambulance for you?"

“It’s nothing,” Katsuhiko bowed slightly, his expression unchanged. “This is just my recognition of your charm, a high tribute to you… Hiss! The lounge, I need to go to the lounge.”

Mikoto blushed and buried her head in Katsuhiko's shoulder and neck.

"Oh? That's strange. Based on my years of experience hosting reality shows featuring married couples, it's rare for a husband to develop such profound respect for his wife just because of such simple physical contact. After all, since our show started, only newlywed couples have briefly used the dressing room..."

The host, with a scrutinizing gaze, moved between Katsuhiko and Mikoto's faces, and continued,

"Mr. Takenaka, if I may ask, what aspect of your wife's charm has won your approval?"

The camera was practically shoved right in Katsuhiko's face.

"You're deliberately causing trouble, aren't you?" Katsuhiko said as he walked away. "I'll ask you questions after I get the car."

"This is the troublemaking part. You can continue after you finish answering..."

"Your cooking is delicious," Katsuhiko said without hesitation.

The host persisted, asking, "My wife cooks well too, but every time I come home, it takes me a long time to feel respect. If she suddenly farts, that's really terrible... Excuse my bluntness, but I think you're just being perfunctory."

“She has a great figure,” Katsuhiko said as they walked.

"My wife has a great figure too..."

"Then I will also have respect for your wife!"

"Uh!? What a terrible guy..."

Katsuhiko went into the lounge.

The lounge was small, only about the size of a single sofa, just enough for two people to sit side by side.

A sign on one side of the wall reads: "Monitored Area, No Strange Things Allowed."

A sign on the other wall reads: "If you absolutely must do something strange, please cover the camera."

A sign next to the camera reads: "Please do not make any noise unless necessary."

"Custom-made work clothes, and even a metal zipper..."

As Katsuhiko complained, he put Mikoto down and was about to unbuckle his belt to check her when he glanced at the camera. He immediately took off his shirt, revealing his gleaming chest and eight-pack abs covered in a thin layer of sweat, and used it to cover the camera.

Mikoto didn't respond. With her back to Katsuhiko, she covered her face with her hands, pressed her head against the corner of the wall, and remained motionless.

"Next up are grapes and sunflower seeds... No way! At this rate, their skins will probably get chafed raw."

Katsuhiko, holding his belt, turned to look at Mikoto and asked, "Did you bring toilet paper?"

"without……"

Do you have a handkerchief?

No, not at all.

Katsuhiko glanced at her dress; it would be such a waste to tear off a piece. Looking down, he noticed that she was wearing flesh-colored stockings with black low-heeled shoes.

"Take off one of your socks."

"Huh?" Mikoto covered her face and turned around, then quickly turned back again and whispered, "What are you going to do?"

"When you gave me my clothes this morning, didn't you think about giving me a pair of underwear?"

"You wouldn't want to..."

"Hurry up, I need to get the car."

Laughter erupted from outside the door; the other four couples were still continuing.

"If it really doesn't work out, just quit. This kind of thing, I...I..."

"Chika is still waiting outside. As her mother, are you going to disappoint her?"

"Alright, I'll do as you say..."

In the small room, their whispers were amplified by a megaphone, spreading throughout the venue.

The host exclaimed, "Mr. Takenaka is truly persistent," and continued to squat by the door to eavesdrop.

Inside the room, Katsuhiko covered the front door with a flesh-colored stocking inside the zipper, tightened his belt, and then picked up Mikoto.