Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 404 Childhood Sweethearts

Say something.

Physical limits aren't something you can break by shouting "I'm not human anymore!"

My muscles are sore and I feel weak all over.

"Is the limit the 25th push-up after a 15-kilometer shuttle run?"

Muko's father, Matsue Toshiwaka.

The man recorded Longchuan Che's training data with a serious and responsible expression.

"Since we're here for further training, we should at least make it to the fiftieth one tomorrow."

Taking it step by step is a good thing, but Tatsukawa Tetsu really couldn't imagine that any family would have such a high level of exercise every morning.

"Mu Zi is like this too?"

Ryukawa Tetsu glanced at Matsueda Toshiyuki as if he were exhausted.

The opponent had already finished training while Long Chuanche was resting.

And they looked completely at ease, as if they could do several more sets.

"of course not."

Song Zhili had a square face and sharp eyebrows.

"Muzi is a girl, so she can just accompany her mother to go grocery shopping every day."

So their family rule is that only boys have to train?
Long Chuanche was shocked and decided that he would immediately write an article emphasizing gender equality after returning home.

"Everyone, come back for dinner!"

As Long Chuanche internally shouted "Gender equality, long live freedom!", a woman's voice called out from a distant villa.

They treated the land as a wilderness, and the women's features were somewhat similar.

"That's enough for today. You can't train without eating properly."

Mu Zi's father was a man of few words. He told Long Chuan Che a few words and then ran off to his own house.

The wife cooked rice, and the husband calmly returned home after finishing work.

Even from behind, the two of them are the envy of many.

"If you're a man, you have to do it a hundred times, you know?"

After his father left, Momoji Haruki grinned at Toru Ryukawa.

He was repeating Matsue Toshiyuki's words that made Ryukawa Tetsumei persevere to 50 reps in the morning, implying that a real man should do 100 reps.

Longchuan Che wanted to give him the middle finger, but he was too embarrassed because the other person was Muzi's brother.

"Are you going to eat?"

Fortunately, someone solved Long Chuanche's problem. Songzhi Muzi kicked her brother in the back, almost making the burly man fall flat on his face.

"Eat, eat, eat."

Momoji gave his younger sister a fawning smile and scurried back home.

Only Matsushige and Ryukawa Tetsu remained, and a gentle breeze from both sides of the riverbank brought a touch of moisture.

"It seems embarrassing."

Long Chuanche felt a little embarrassed. The other two were fine after their workout, while he was the only one lying there like a dead dog.

"fine."

The girl pouted and tossed a towel to Long Chuanche.

"It happened to me the first time too."

"It's always like this the first time, there's nothing to be ashamed of," the girl thought for a moment and then squatted down next to Long Chuanche.

"You're in this state because of me. I'm only massaging you out of politeness."

The girl placed a towel on the boy's thigh and began to massage him through the towel.

Strenuous exercise can lead to rhabdomyolysis, and the accumulated lactic acid can cause prolonged pain if not massaged away.

The girl blushed and turned her head away; doing this kind of thing seemed a bit too intimate given their current relationship.

Don't overthink it!

The girl added this last sentence.

"So why should I have your family take me out for morning exercise?"

The training intensity at the Matsue family is beyond what a normal person can handle.

The father of the national team member is more like a martial arts student than a doctor. Ryukawa Tetsuya strongly suspects that these people were the same tough guys who shouted about dominating the country in high school. It seems a bit pathetic for Ryukawa Tetsuya to have to go out with them every morning.

"Make the scumbag back down."

The girl mumbled something, pressed on Long Chuanche's thigh, and then stopped.

"Liberal arts students can't throw a beautiful high lob, and physical education students can't write beautiful prose like 'Snow Country'."

The girl gestured a thick barrier in the middle of Longchuan Che.

"We're not compatible in terms of either lifestyle or interests, do you understand?"

The girl spoke seriously, as if she wanted to make him understand how poorly compatible they were through a morning exercise session.

However, Long Chuanche found it strange, as the other party hadn't said that at the beginning.

"Didn't you say that athletes and liberal arts students are a perfect match, that we're like perfectly matched gears?"

Girls are such cunning creatures. They not only say things like "dessert is in another stomach," but they can also overturn their own words when they want to reject someone.

From a perfect match to completely unsuitable, Songzhi Muzi's blush deepened.

"Ultimately, it's a matter of whether you're willing or not, right?"

Long Chuanche looked at the girl's face. If she was willing, then anything would be fine; if she wasn't, then nothing he said would make a difference.

"As long as you know."

The girl released Longchuan Che's leg and stood up, indicating that it would be a long time before Longchuan Che agreed to let her become his wife.

Walking from the riverbank to Songzhimuzi's house, the girl's family's breakfast was grilled mackerel with white rice.

Ryukawa Tetsu also had a portion, with a plum and a bowl of miso next to the rice.

"thanks for treatment."

Long Chuanche was very honest, or rather, he had never been this honest before.

He sat at the dining table with a serious expression, just like a junior who had come to visit.

"Oh dear, don't be so nervous."

Muzi's mother was a very gentle woman with shoulder-length short hair, and she looked at Ryukawa Tetsu with a smile.

"It's just some ordinary meals."

Matsue Toshiwaka had just asked her daughter and was completely relieved to learn that her daughter had slept in the study last night.

Looking at Long Chuanche, his daughter's classmate who had come from afar.

"What's your name?"

As if he was a beat slow to react, Matsueda Toshiyuki only now remembered to ask about Ryukawa Toru's name.

"name?"

Longchuan Che's hand, which was about to pick up his chopsticks, froze. Introducing himself at this moment would definitely be very unpleasant.

“Kujo Tetsuo.”

Seeing the pleading look in Ryukawa Toru's eyes, Matsushige Muko took the initiative to tell him his childhood name.

"That's not his name!" Momoji Haruki clearly wanted to say something more, but his sister silenced him with a look.

'His name is Long Chuanche, and he's the bastard who hurt your precious daughter.'

Momoji Haruki clearly wanted to say this, but under his sister's intimidating gaze, he could only silently eat his rice.

"This name sounds familiar?"

The elders were unaware of their children's little tricks, and Matsueda Toshiyuki looked somewhat confused.

"The one who used to come and play with your daughter when she was little."

The husband was somewhat puzzled, but Mu Zi's mother had a completely knowing expression.

The woman took a book from under the TV cabinet and pointed to a little boy in a photo.

"Here, this is it."

The little boy in the photo has rosy lips, white teeth, bright eyebrows, and clear eyes.

The little boy, who was originally quite cute, seemed increasingly strange to Tatsuki Ryukawa.

That arrogant expression, that swaggering smile.

"They look so much like me!"

Longchuan Che couldn't help but complain.

(End of this chapter)