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Xiaomai paused for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening and asked in surprise:

"Are you already talking about marriage? Isn't it a bit too early?"

“After all, the situation is special, and the relationship can only proceed with marriage as the prerequisite.” Masamune paused and said with a smile, “Besides, this matter can’t be hidden. Not only your family, but my mother also had a hard time getting past it.”

"Really? I don't think I've ever seen Auntie angry before."

“When I was in elementary school, my mom would not hit or scold me when she was angry. Instead, she would use passive-aggressive tactics and treat me like I was invisible.”

"Hmm...that's pretty scary." Umaru nodded repeatedly, still feeling a lingering fear. "I'm also most afraid of my brother ignoring me. But every time, it's actually my brother who can't help but talk to me first."

As she continued, Umaru started laughing.

He laughed for a while, then sighed softly.

"This is indeed a difficult matter. Even if you don't care about what others think, you can't possibly fall out with your family, can you?"

"Given my parents' personalities, I feel they will definitely be very angry."

Yukina was equally worried. She felt that if she really confronted him when she got home tonight, she would get a severe scolding.

"President, do you have any dirt on my parents?"

"Haha... Who would use such methods to deal with family members?" Masamune couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head slightly. "No one, and even if someone did, I wouldn't use such methods."

"By the way, just call me by my name. It feels a bit strange to still call me president now."

“But calling him by his name feels a bit disrespectful, considering the age difference.” Yukina hesitated, muttering to herself, “Darling? That’s a bit cheesy. Masamune-san, it feels a bit too formal…”

"Is our age difference so great that you have to use honorifics?"

Masamune smiled silently, then said:

"Perhaps because of the influence of the anime, many people call me Masamune-kun. My mom thought it was too long, so she just omitted the pronunciation of the first 'Masamune' and kept calling me Mune-kun."

"If you don't know what to call me, you can call me Nisan."

"No, this feels like I'm doing something wrong. I'll just go with the flow, Masamune-kun, Masamune-kun?" Yukina tried calling out.

"Ah."

"It feels a bit strange, hehe... Let's just call him by his name, Mr. Masamune, Mr. Masamune, Masamune."

"Yes, you'll get used to it," Masamune said with a smile.

"May I hold your hand, Masamune?"

"Ah."

"Masamune's fingers are so long and slender."

"It's now. Three years ago, it would have been a completely different story."

As they spoke, Masamune noticed that Mashiro had silently grasped his other hand, and he said softly:

"Get up! You've been lying in bed all this time, you're almost going to miss breakfast."

"Okay, help me change my clothes."

"Didn't you already know how to change clothes by yourself?"

I want your help.

"Okay, sit still and don't move around."

Seeing that she was just being coquettish, Masamune did not refuse.

"I'll help too."

While helping, Setsuna asked curiously:

"Has Masamune always been the one helping Mashiro change her clothes?"

"No, that's not it. My mom was in charge at first, and then she took over on her own. I just helped out occasionally."

"When is 'occasionally'?"

"For example, when you're too lazy to move."

Yukina chuckled softly and echoed:

"That's true. There are times when I'm lying in bed and don't want to move at all."

"But, doesn't Masamune feel shy when I help him change his clothes?"

"There are definitely some, more or less, but when Mashiro looks at them with clear and calm eyes, evil thoughts are often dispelled by inner condemnation."

"You don't deny having those thoughts?"

"I'm not some saint."

Before we knew it, the morning had passed.

Although the itinerary was planned in advance, the group did not actually adhere to it strictly.

The reason for this was that the four of them received a phone call while they were having lunch.

Hisashi Mitsui stated that he acquired a basketball club.

Although I can't play basketball now, I can participate in other ways.

An amateur basketball friendly match will be held this afternoon, and we cordially invite Masamune and others to attend.

Surprised, Masamune and his three companions arrived at the destination on time.

"President Hayase, I didn't expect you to actually come. The match is about to start, please follow me."

"You're really quick! What format is the amateur basketball game?"

"The competition consists of two matches. One match is between all the current main players of the club, and the other match is between our Shohoku High School team and Ryonan High School team."

As he spoke, Mitsui Hisashi confidently puffed out his chest:

"Although I haven't played a game for many years, I tried it last night and even though I was exhausted, my shooting accuracy was still pretty good."

"When someone suggested a competition yesterday, weren't you all uninterested?" Masamune asked in surprise.

"I wasn't really interested at the time. After all, I hadn't played for years, so I wasn't in good shape and would only embarrass myself if I went on the court. But after I went back, I felt more and more unwilling. Apart from Sakuragi and a few others, the rest of the players were probably in about the same condition."

"So...you changed your mind again?"

"That's right. Before I even wanted to make the call, a lot of people called, hoping I could organize a game. I thought about it again and again, and my unwillingness finally overcame my shame. It doesn't matter if I lose face today, I want to go out and play basketball."

Masamune chuckled to himself; not only him, but many things had also happened on his side yesterday.

Upon entering the building, Masamune quickly spotted a group of older young people wearing their old high school sports uniforms on a sports field in a corner.

Although some people look like middle-aged people, they are actually older youths.

Masamune noticed that Mitsui Hisashi had taken off his suit jacket and casually tossed it onto a bench. He was also wearing a high school tracksuit, but his loose beer belly made the tracksuit look a bit too big, so Masamune couldn't help but laugh.

"Couldn't you have worn a larger size of sportswear?"

"I didn't think about this last night. We agreed to wear my high school tracksuit. I thought my body shape hadn't changed much, so I should be able to fit into it."

"Haha...can you still run?"

"It should be fine, right? Today's game is only 20 minutes long, so it mainly depends on Sakuragi and Rukawa."

As he spoke, Mitsui Hisashi looked at the three professional players in the distance with envy.

As a fellow man in my thirties, I've been living too lazily these past few years.

Although Uozumi, Akagi, and others are not professional players, they train regularly and often play amateur matches with their relatives and friends. Their physiques have not changed much. They may not have the strength they had in their peak years, but they are obviously much stronger than me.

If only I hadn't fallen into that decadence for two years, if only I had spent money to hire a professional private coach during my recovery period and hadn't wasted time, I might have become a professional player like Sakuragi and the others.

"Sakuragi, Rukawa, listen up. As professional players, you two must reduce your shot attempts in the first half and give us amateurs more opportunities to shoot."

Wait until the second half, when we're all exhausted, then you guys can go all out.

Please…

"Don't worry, Little Three, in the second half, I and that stinky fox will each have five minutes. Haha... You guys bullied me because I didn't have much experience playing basketball back then, now it's my turn to bully you."

Soon after, with the sound of the whistle, the friendly match organized by Mitsui Hisashi officially began.

In just two or three minutes, Mitsui Hisashi and several other men whose bodies had become out of shape were exhausted and out of breath.

Even so, no one wanted to give up; they were all gritting their teeth and persevering, and the panting grew louder and louder.

Upon seeing this, Setsuna couldn't help but hum another song that she hadn't deliberately practiced before.

[...I will never be apart from you, not even to the ends of the earth...]

Despite having barely practiced, not knowing the lyrics very well, and stumbling over her words the last time she sang it, for some reason, at this moment, she felt as if she had divine assistance and sang extremely smoothly.

Looking at the scene before him and listening to the humming beside him, Masamune also had the idea of ​​going out to play ball.

Of course, this is just a thought.

"Mashiro, could you draw the character a bit more ruggedly?"

“Using broad strokes is fine.” Mashiro paused, then asked without turning her head, “Do you want to make these people’s stories into an animation?”

"Yes, I have that idea. It would be a waste if only we knew about such an interesting story. However... our own art style isn't quite suitable for this animation."

"Sure, draw the lines thicker. I can draw in a One Piece style too."

"In that case, let's discuss it again later. Let's draw some storyboards based on what these people looked like when they were young. If the animation goes well, we can start production on this animation in the quarter after next."

"it is good."

Chapter 423 How did the era suddenly revert to its original state?

"stare…"

As evening fell, at the Hayase residence, Hayase Kyōe puffed out her cheeks and glared at Masamune with a look of dissatisfaction.

"Zong-kun, you don't actually think that if you do something wrong, you can just bow your head and apologize and everything will be forgiven, do you?"

"No, I never thought of it that way."

"Mom doesn't remember raising a man who would raise you to be such a womanizer."