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

Everything was so harmonious, with each aspect presenting a natural yet subtly ingenious design.

When will I be able to live in a house like this...?

It would be a lie to say that Yuan Qianye wasn't tempted by such a luxurious mansion.

He suddenly realized that the girls around him all seemed to come from pretty good families.

Eriri Sawamura's mother is unknown, but her father is a diplomat from the United States stationed in Japan. Not only does he hold a high position, but the surname Spencer also seems to carry some influence in the United States.

Yukino Yukinoshita comes from the Yukinoshita family, which has been passed down for generations and has a rich heritage, making them a prestigious family.

Her mother runs several construction companies and real estate companies, and her father is a county councilor. With the combination of government and business and mutual assistance, it is likely that a virtuous cycle of development will only form in the future.

As for Saeko Busujima right now... while we don't know much else yet, just looking at this impressive house, her family must be quite well-off.

Or you should just live off a woman. If you try your best, how many years will it take to enter high society and start a low-class life?

Yuan Qianye could only feel a pang of bitterness in his heart.

"Gen-kun, I apologize for keeping you waiting. Please have some tea." Saeko Busujima brought over the tea, her demeanor elegant and dignified, her slight smile like a clear crescent moon emerging from the clouds.

After leaving the kendo club at school, she changed the way she addressed the person who had swept away the gloom in her heart.

The use of "君" instead of "classmate" implies a close and intimate relationship.

"Thank you." Gen Chiya wasn't used to this kind of overly polite hospitality, but Saeko Busujima insisted, so he could only go along with it.

He blew on the tea, took a small sip, and found it fragrant and delicious. It must be top-quality tea, and it would be a waste for someone like me who doesn't know much about tea to drink it.

He casually started a conversation: "Senior Poison Island, you said before that your family is abroad and you live alone."

Saeko Busujima sat beside him, her gaze gentle and tender: "That's right. My father runs a kendo dojo abroad and teaches students there. He rarely comes back."

Gen Chiya exclaimed, "Poison Island-senpai is really amazing."

Saeko Busujima tilted her head cutely: "Hmm? Why would you say that?"

Yuan Qianye put down his teacup, his expression sincere: "Because if I were living alone in such a big house, I would definitely feel lonely or uneasy to some extent."

Saeko Busujima covered her mouth and chuckled. Despite her young age, she exuded the demeanor of a Yamato Nadeshiko: "It's not that exaggerated. Although I wasn't used to it at first, I adapted quickly. After all, this is where I grew up. Not to mention, there are uncles and aunts I know who come over regularly to help clean the house and tidy up the yard. I can also talk to them occasionally."

That's true; it's somewhat unrealistic for one person to maintain such a large house on a daily basis.

I finished my cup of tea.

Gen Chiyo's eagerness was palpable: "Then, senior, let's not delay."

Saeko Busujima slowly stood up: "Understood, please follow me."

Gen Chiya followed Busujima Saeko out of the tea room, passing through the inner corridor and the reception room, and saw more of the Tsubo-nien scenery.

The side bedroom in the Yuan family's house was only twenty square meters, with a curtain in the middle to separate it, so that the two sisters squeezed into one room and shared it equally.

On the other hand, the Pokjima family simply cleared out several hundred square meters of land to lay grass as a lawn, just for the sake of looking pleasing and satisfying.

The differences between people... tsk...

I'll bring some good food back for Rikka later.

There's no need for Sister Shihua. After all, I've already become her personal humanoid support machine for stretching her body, and I've been good enough to her by working hard without complaint.

"We've arrived. This is the kendo room where I usually practice."

Chiya followed Saeko Busujima into the kendo room.

It's true that you don't know the harm without comparison.

Unlike the school's kendo club, where you can faintly smell the stench of smelly socks and sweat as soon as you enter, this place is different.

The kendo room at the Busujima family's residence had only a faint smell of wood, the floor was gleaming, and the walls were adorned with calligraphy by famous figures. The entire environment looked simple yet grand.

It's not as big as the school area, only about 200 square meters, but it's more than enough for Saeko Busujima's personal use on weekdays.

"Yuan-kun, please wait a moment, I'll go get you your kendo uniform and protective gear."

"Thank you for your help, Busujima-senpai."

Saeko Busujima walked towards the side room, while Chiya Minamoto secretly waited.

He will soon put on his kendo uniform and experience the sport of kendo under the tutelage of Saeko Busujima!

Previously at school, after Saeko Busujima had her inner conflict resolved by him, she showed gratitude and took the initiative to thank him again, expressing her desire to repay him.

This is exactly what Yuan Qianye has been waiting for, so naturally he won't let this opportunity slip by!

However, he didn't express it so directly. Instead, he used his experience of witnessing the events of the previous night and the fact that she was the president of the kendo club to explain why he had developed a strong interest in kendo.

Saeko Busujima understood the unspoken meaning behind the words and was very happy to be able to repay the other party's selfless kindness and encouragement in something she was good at!

So she immediately got up, offering herself as a sparring partner, and invited Gen Chiya to experience kendo.

The reason they didn't train at the kendo club but instead went to the Busujima family's place was because...

The reason is that the public kendo uniforms smell terrible!

Sweat and bacteria mix and continue to ferment, creating a sour, foul smell that stings the eyes!

Yuan Qianye had barely gotten close to the clothes when he was overwhelmed by the smell and began to question his existence!

Saeko Busujima noticed his troubled expression and didn't immediately understand what was going on. But when she learned the reason, she couldn't help but laugh and immediately invited Chiya Minamoto to her house.

Her father had several brand-new kendo uniforms that he had never worn, so they wouldn't have that unpleasant smell.

Gen Chiya readily agreed!

"Yuan-kun, I've brought the kendo uniform and protective gear."

"Thank you, senior. I can do it myself."

"It's understandable that beginners might be confused when wearing these for the first time. Let me help you."

Seeing that Chiya was clumsy in putting on protective gear, Saeko Busujima immediately came to his side to help.

Smooth his collar, align it, and hide the wrinkles under his armpits.

He then untied the vertical knot of his kendo uniform and changed it to keep it horizontal.

She spoke gently and patiently to him about the details of wearing the kendo uniform, showing no impatience throughout the process, with a faint smile always on her lips.

At first, Chiya Minamoto found Saeko Busujima's tips on dressing quite interesting, as there were many intricacies involved.

But he soon became distracted.

It's not just him; kids these days are developing quite well.

He started looking straight ahead, but he could still smell the faint fragrance emanating from the other person.

Fortunately, the process of getting dressed didn't take long.

Saeko Busujima brought over two bamboo swords. Chiya Minamoto took one and casually swung it around to get used to it when he suddenly realized that she had already walked towards the center of the building, holding the swords in both hands and already in a fighting stance.

"Yuan-kun, this is your first time learning kendo. You don't need to know the professional rules too clearly for now. Just come and experience real combat."

"Senior Busujima, aren't you going to wear protective gear?"

"It's okay, I'll be fine like this."

"But……"

"Don't worry, Yuan-kun, I won't make you sad."

Saeko Busujima spoke in a relaxed tone, with a slight playful remark, which could be seen as a response to his earlier statement.

Since she had said that, Yuan Qianye naturally didn't stand on ceremony with her.

After all, he had witnessed Saeko Busujima's strength firsthand, and he didn't feel slighted because of it.

However, even so, when he swung his sword forward with both hands, he instinctively held back a bit of his strength when he looked at Saeko Busujima's beautiful little face.

"noodle."

The two passed each other, and Gen Chiya's sword missed its mark, while Saeko Busujima's bamboo sword struck his mask with a crisp sound.

Yuan Qianye had no idea how she made her move!

If it were a real knife, his head would have been split open by now.

He turned around, reflecting on the brief exchange just moments before, lost in thought.

Saeko Busujima casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She noticed that Chiya Minamoto had just held back his strength: "Minamoto-kun, do you believe me?"

Yuan Qianye took a deep breath: "I understand."

"Okay, let's do it again."

"call--"

Yuan Qianye charged out once again, this time choosing to swing his sword to the side, aiming for his opponent's lower abdomen!

"noodle."

Different beginnings, but the same ending.

Saeko Busujima spoke with a light touch, her expression serene and elegant.

Yuan Qianye seemed to have caught the other party's movement, but his body couldn't keep up.

He found it increasingly amusing, but his competitive spirit also flared up: "Senior Busujima, please, do it again!"

"Okay, you can attack anytime."

"!"

"noodle."

"noodle."

"..."

More than ten minutes passed, and Yuan Qianye's head was hit more than ten times!

For the first time in his life, he experienced a losing streak of more than ten games!

I'm quite depressed.

Yuan Qianye felt powerless, like a clumsy bear being toyed with by a nimble cheetah.