In crossover anime, who isn't a childhood friend?

Saeko Busujima shook her head: "Thank you, teacher, but I'm fine."

The head of the teaching department sighed: "Then, teacher, put your phone by your bedside at night. If anything happens, just call me."

The Japanese police officer driving the car interjected, "It's best to call the police as soon as possible if anything happens."

The head of the teaching department snorted, but the officer, being good-natured, didn't argue with her.

"I understand, thank you for your help."

"Go back quickly, the teacher will wait until you get home before you leave."

Saeko Busujima bowed slightly, turned and left the police car, heading towards the gate of her own courtyard.

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After Yuan Qianye arrived home.

Looking at the messy stove in the kitchen and the cold dishes on the dining table in the living room, I was quite touched.

He could picture his family members frantically rushing out the door after receiving the call, filled with worry.

Takanashi Junko patted her chest and said, "I'm so glad you're alright, Chiya. I was terrified when I got the call from the police."

Shika shook her head helplessly: "I told you from the beginning not to panic so much. How could Qianye commit a crime? There must be a misunderstanding."

Rikka laughed along: "Even though that's what my sister said, when she heard that Chiya had been taken to the police station, she was so flustered that she almost forgot to turn off the gas stove before leaving the house."

"My mother misled me with what she said!"

"Huh? Is it my fault? It's because the police officer who notified us didn't explain things clearly right away!"

Yuan Qianye smiled at them and bowed slightly: "No matter what, thank you, and I'm sorry to have worried you."

Takanashi Junko gently walked over and patted his head: "What are you saying, child? We're family."

She turned to her two daughters: "Liuhua, your brother must be very tired. Go and run him a bath. Toka, let's heat up the food. Everyone is hungry. Let's eat together later."

Ten minutes later, Yuan Qianye was soaking in the bathtub, letting out a long, comfortable sigh.

The bathroom door suddenly opened, and his father poked his head in: "Your aunt is still worried, so she sent me to check if you're hurt."

"It's really nothing." Yuan Qianye was helpless, but he still stretched out his arms and turned his body left and right.

After confirming, Genji Sanada nodded slightly, but did not leave immediately.

Yuan Qianye sensed that he still had something to say: "Dad, is there anything else?"

“I don’t object to your act of bravery, but you have to promise me that in the future, when you encounter something like this, you should prioritize your own safety and not try to be a hero. Your aunt is really worried about you. You saw what she did at the police station just now.”

The old arrogance, if she's worried, she should worry by herself, why drag Aunt Runzi into it?

Yuan Qianye nodded seriously: "Yes, I understand."

"Have you been secretly training in private, kid?"

"Ah."

"I knew it, his abs are showing."

Genji Sanada muttered to himself as he walked away.

During dinner that evening, after learning that Minamoto Chiya was alright, Rikka kept asking him about the specific details of what had happened.

He quieted down after his mother tapped him on the head.

After the meal, she remembered to ask Yuan Qianye for his taiyaki.

When asked if he had forgotten to bring it, he was mercilessly smacked on the head by his sister.

The younger sister covered her head in dissatisfaction and immediately pounced on her older sister, determined to compete with her. However, she was immediately suppressed by Shihua sitting on her!

"Qianye, save me!"

Ignoring Rikka's outstretched hand pleading for help, Gen Chiya stood up from the sofa and said, "It's getting late. I'm too tired today. I'll go back to my room to rest."

"Fine, how disloyal! Don't ever come to me for help again!"

"I don't really have anything I can help you with."

"I'm going to talk bad about you in class tomorrow!"

"Okay, you idiot, be quiet."

Toka pinched Rikka's nose with one hand and waved gently at Minamoto Chiyo, indicating that he should go back to his room and not pay any attention to Rikka, that little idiot.

Before he got to know Qianye, this guy was a quiet, unassuming person. But now that they've become friends, he's completely abandoned his image and evolved into a troublemaker, never able to stay still for a moment.

Yuan Qianye gave Shika a thumbs-up. Look how capable Rokka is, daring to threaten people. She deserves to be taught a lesson!

Back in my room, it was already past nine o'clock at night.

He picked up his phone.

There are several unread messages.

He first opened Saeko Busujima's message.

They exchanged contact information when they left the police station.

【Yuan, if you have time, I hope we can meet at the school's Kendo Club tomorrow afternoon after school. I will wait for you until 6 PM. Please forgive me if this is inconvenient.】

Unlike Saeko Busujima, whose reply was more deliberate and carefully chosen, Chiya Minamoto simply replied with "Okay".

A few minutes later, it showed as read, and then there was no further activity.

The next day, Chiya went to school as usual.

The incident that Saeko Busujima experienced was known to only a very few people and did not cause any disturbance at the school; everything remained normal.

No sooner had Gen Chiya stepped into the classroom than Haruhara Youhei mysteriously approached him and reached under his school uniform jacket to stuff something into his desk drawer.

"This is my priceless treasure. I'm lending it to you, and you can return it to me anytime!"

Yuan Qianye could tell from his sly smile that he was no respectable person.

"I don't want it, take it away."

Are you kidding me? This is in class, in front of so many people. You may not care about your reputation, but I do!

"Don't be so polite, my good brother!"

"I already told you I wasn't being polite!"

"Yuan-kun, your homeroom teacher wants to see you."

While the two were sticking together and pushing each other, a girl walked into the classroom to make an announcement.

"Take it away right now!" Seeing that there was something important to discuss, Yuan Qianye stopped arguing with him.

After arriving at the office, the head of the teaching department and the homeroom teacher had a brief talk with him about what happened last night.

The main point was to tell him to focus on his studies and not to have any psychological burden. If the police or reporters harassed him later, he should report it to them immediately, and the school would take responsibility for handling it.

Yes, it's clear that this school is extremely protective of its own students.

Protecting one's own is not a compliment, but being in the position of being protected is quite comfortable.

After school in the afternoon, Gen Chiya went to the school's kendo club to keep her appointment.

He pushed open the club's door and stepped inside, where only Saeko Busujima was present.

Wearing her school uniform, she is currently practicing sword swings with meticulous precision.

Yuan Qianye's action of opening the door alerted her, and she stopped practicing and turned around to look.

Yuan Qianye closed the door, took off his shoes, and walked over.

"Thank you for coming, Yuan-kun. Please have a seat." Saeko Busujima knelt down, her tone calm and her voice magnetic.

Yuan Qianye nodded and knelt down in the same manner as her.

He had never visited the kendo club before, but he had heard the clanging sounds of bamboo swords clashing inside several times when he passed by. He didn't know why it was so quiet today.

Saeko Busujima noticed his confusion and explained, "I'm the captain of the kendo club. Tell everyone else not to come to training today."

"I see." Yuan Qianye nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

Saeko Busujima placed her hands lightly on the wooden floor, her beautiful deep purple hair flowing smoothly down her shoulder as she bowed in gratitude: "Thank you for speaking up for me at the police station, and... the taiyaki with red bean filling was delicious."

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033: A Heart That Is Not Dirty

Chiya realized that Saeko Busujima had asked him to meet so she could thank him for what happened last night.

But I didn't expect her to act so formally.

Her small face was serious. She knelt on the ground with her knees together, her calves tucked under her buttocks, and her hands were turned inwards and placed on the ground.

If the head is also pressed to the ground, then it is a full-fledged prostration, a traditional Chinese kneeling gesture.

But it's not much different now.

Yuan Qianye felt that what he had done did not warrant such a courtesy. After all, in his opinion, those two perverts last night had brought it all on themselves, not to mention that he would need their help in the future.

So he followed suit and made the same gesture in return.

In other words, the clothes the two were wearing and the location were inappropriate; otherwise, they would really look like a handsome man and a beautiful woman bowing to each other at a wedding.

"No need to be so polite, Senior Busujima. I was just telling the truth."

Yuan Qianye's voice was gentle, and he smiled, seemingly unconcerned.

His polite demeanor made Saeko Busujima feel a sense of goodwill towards him.

But the tension in my heart did not ease.

Last night, when she was completely absorbed in attacking those two perverts, her mind was filled with their extremely dangerous sadistic desires.

She couldn't control her violent tendencies; she was trembling all over. Never before in her life had she felt so exhilarated!

Even the joy of winning a kendo tournament cannot compare to this!