My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 210 If Aunt Miyamura and I fell into the river, who would you save?
"Let's begin teaching now. Don't call me Teacher Shoko... You can call me that when you get home!"

Shoko whispered a warning in his ear.

"Hi hi hi."

"Let me think about it..."

Shoko stroked her chin and recalled, "I remember that straight lines were drawn horizontally, vertically, and diagonally, the purpose of which was to train wrist stability."

After she finished speaking, she drew the lines she had mentioned on the drawing board.

After confirming that Tsuna nodded and remembered, he continued, "And curves are wavy lines and spiral lines, mainly to improve the smoothness of the hand movements."

"The last ribbon cable is—"

"Hatching is drawing parallel and intersecting lines, which also lays the foundation for subsequent shading and texture," A-Tsuna answered quickly.

"How did you know?" Shoko asked him in a surprised whisper.

"You've said almost everything you needed to say, I guessed it." Tsuna couldn't resist reaching out to pinch her cheek when he saw her cute appearance.

But she dodged it and instead received a slap in return.

"Then hurry up and start drawing. Don't touch me, and be respectful to your teacher, okay, Tsuna?"

Shoko gave a soft hum.

Tsuna nodded repeatedly in assurance, and the two of them whispered and joked around for a while before starting to practice on their respective drawing boards.

Before we knew it, it was past five in the afternoon, and the number of people in the art department classroom gradually decreased.

Tsuna glanced at his watch, said something to Shoko, and then helped her pack up the drawing boards and tools.

He stood up, said "goodbye" to the few people left in the classroom, and left.

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As time went by, the two of them began their club routine, studying in the art department for over a month in a rather uneventful manner.

As the last rays of the setting sun were swallowed by the horizon, night quietly spread, and city lights lit up one after another, like scattered stars falling to earth.

"Tsuna, tomorrow's Saturday, where should we go?"

Shoko lay on her back on Tsuna's bed, tightly hugging his pillow, her fair legs dangling over the edge of the bed and swinging back and forth.

Tsuna stared at the screen, asking without turning his head, "Didn't Takagi and the class president make plans with you this weekend?"

"Yes, but I only agreed to go out with you on the weekend. I want to go out with you tomorrow."

Seeing that his attention wasn't on her, Shoko quietly sniffed someone's pillow.

"I don't know where to go for fun..." Tsuna stopped typing.

Putting everything else aside, he and Shoko had already explored every tourist spot within this ten-kilometer radius...

If it's too far, I need to inform my parents, but I haven't thought of anywhere to go shopping...

"Hmm..." Shoko stared at the ceiling for a moment, pondering, "Tsuna, do you remember the shrine we went to during the fireworks festival in sixth grade?"

"Going there is fine too." The image of that unreliable priestess flashed through Tsuna's mind.

"Okay! Then it's decided." Shoko hugged her pillow, sat up in bed, and when he ignored her, lay back down.

As the topic ended, the only sound in the room was the tapping of the keyboard, and the two would occasionally chat casually.

"Tsuna! I just saw an interesting option online." Shoko sat up, holding her phone in her left hand and a pillow in her right.

"What?" Tsuna turned to look at her.

Shoko simply took her phone and walked to the chair next to him, where she sat down.

"If Aunt Miyamura and I fell into the river, who would you save?"

She looked at him expectantly, hoping to hear some interesting answer from him.

"Don't watch this kind of stuff too much, it'll affect your brain." Tsuna didn't answer, but instead raised his hand and poked her forehead.

"Oh……

"Can you answer this question first? I promise I won't look at these kinds of questions anymore." Shoko gently rubbed her forehead.

"I'm saving my mom." "Oh..."

She had expected the answer, but when the words "I will save my mother" reached her ears, it still felt like a needle pricking her chest.

But still unwilling to give up, she asked, "Then why can't it be me?"

Tsuna didn't choose to look into her eyes, but instead stared straight at the computer screen:

"That's because if this problem were to fall on our son one day, I hope he would prioritize saving his mother."

After he finished speaking, he slowly shifted his gaze to her eyes, but the moment their eyes met, she lowered her head.

"..."

"........."

"........."

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. After a while, Shoko stood up abruptly with her head down, threw the pillow she was holding at his face, and quickly left his room.

He also added, "Who wants to have a child with you? Tsuna, you shameless bastard!"

He glanced at the girl's reddened earlobes, silently tossed the pillow back onto the bed, and continued with his work.

"Shoko, you're running so fast, be careful not to fall," Shizuka Miyamura reminded her from the living room, hearing the noise coming downstairs.

"Okay, don't worry, godmother. Goodnight."

Shoko quickly ran across the entrance to the living room without stopping. She changed her shoes at the foyer, opened the front door, and strode out.

"Click..."

“This child…” Shizuka Miyamura shook her head helplessly after hearing the door close.

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"Depend on!"

Tsuna, who had just woken up early in the morning, uttered a curse in Chinese and reluctantly got up to take a shower.

Seeing his actions so early in the morning, Shizuka Miyamura at the restaurant immediately guessed the reason, but didn't ask any further questions.

This is a child's private matter, and it's best to let his father handle the boy's questions.

"Mom and Dad, I'm going for a run!"

After Tsuna came out of the bathroom, dried his hair in the living room, walked out and called out to the two people in the dining room before heading to the entrance to change his shoes.

"be careful."

"Would you like to eat something first?"

"No need, we'll eat when we get back."

"Click..."

The two people in the restaurant only resumed their conversation after the door closed.

"When he comes back, remember to talk to him about those issues. I don't know how to bring it up," Shizuka Miyamura said, pouring Daio Miyamura a glass of milk.

"Okay." Miyamura Daio swallowed the food in his mouth. "I understand."

There are some issues that really need to be discussed with him; otherwise, he can't possibly figure them out on his own, can he?
As soon as he stepped out of his house, Tsuna looked up at the sky, took a deep breath of the morning air, and started walking, gradually increasing his pace.

The horizon was just beginning to show a bluish-green hue, and the asphalt road was still soaked in the lingering darkness of night.

The soles of my shoes crunched over the thin, frosty dew, and the aroma of caramel wafted from the kitchen of the bakery across the street, mingling with the newly arrived white roses from the flower shop next door, all fermenting into a semi-solid honey in the 6:30 morning breeze.

The empty milk bottles jingled on the metal frame of the milk truck, waking up the tabby cat that was perched on the roof of the newsstand.

The golden dust it shakes off when it arches its back is actually the morning sun filtering through the gaps in the sycamore leaves.

"I'm home!" Tsuna shouted into the house as he opened the door with the key in his pocket.

"Welcome home."

The response came from Shoko's sweet voice, which appeared out of nowhere.

(End of this chapter)