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

After the luncheon that day...

When Eriri got home, she cried and said, "Daddy, you big idiot! I'm never talking to you again!" Then she went straight to her room without looking back.

Mr. Sawamura, pale as a ghost, was left in the entryway, his eyes vacant as he clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground.

pain!It hurts so much!

Mrs. Sawamura sighed silently, rubbing her forehead. Her husband and daughter were both troublesome.

When Yuan's father returned home, he jokingly asked his son what he thought about this.

As a result, he was immediately shut down by Yuan Qianye's reply, "I'm still a middle school student, Dad, what are you thinking?"

However, it would be a lie to say that he had no thoughts about it.

His body was so well-developed that he had discussed the mysteries of the human body with the girls around him more than once in his dreams.

Since entering junior high school, he has become increasingly aware of their charm as women.

He previously thought that he would only start thinking about finding a partner after he turned eighteen and graduated from high school.

But now it seems that this time might be brought forward by a very, very long time.

In the afternoon, after training with Saeko.

Around four o'clock, with plenty of time to spare, Gen Chiya arrived at the Touma residence.

Touma Yoko didn't go out today. When she saw him arrive, she happily waved the music weekly in her hand: "It's boring to just stay in the practice room and practice. How about you consider participating in a youth piano competition like Kazusa?"

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093: Their worries and solutions (8500) (14/46)

How about participating in a youth piano competition... just for fun?

The way this person described participating in the competition made it sound as relaxed and casual as going to an amusement park.

That's incredibly arrogant.

You should know that even I, the national kendo champion, have to train hard and be fully prepared for the upcoming competition.

Oh, this is the world champion. Never mind then.

"Why did you suddenly bring this up?" Gen Chiya sat down on the sofa at Touma Yoko's invitation.

As he visited the Touma family more frequently, he no longer made a point of bringing a gift with him every time.

It might seem a little impolite, but it's actually proof that his relationship with the Touma family, mother and daughter, has become closer.

"I just thought you might be interested," Touma Yoko said with a smile. "After all, this competition is organized by the most authoritative piano education alliance in the country, which is completely different from the Jade Dragon Flag competition you are about to participate in."

Gen Chiya had a look of sudden realization, as if to say, "I didn't even realize it until you told me." He replied, "That's true. After all, kendo and piano are completely unrelated; they are two entirely different things."

"Haha, stop teasing me, you know that's not what I meant." Yoko was amused and her body trembled with laughter. She subconsciously wanted to kick his shin, but she realized it was inappropriate halfway through and withdrew her foot without batting an eye: "I meant the reward for achieving a specific ranking."

When she said that, Chiyo understood.

Indeed, this applies to the national junior high school kendo tournament he previously participated in.

Or perhaps it's the Jade Dragon Flag Kendo competition they're about to participate in.

They all primarily emphasize honor and growth opportunities rather than material rewards.

Many contestants also believe that gaining fame and proving their hard work, effort, and strength, as well as receiving recognition and praise from others, is far more meaningful than material rewards.

Therefore, even if you achieve something in the end, it will only be a trophy or medal that has commemorative significance.

At that moment, Kazusa, who had been notified by Aunt Shibata, also came out of the practice room and into the living room.

After greeting her with a smile, Chiyo Minamoto asked with concern about the topic that Yoko Touma had just started: "So, is the prize money for that piano competition a lot?"

Kazusa asked, puzzled, "What are you talking about?"

After explaining it briefly to her daughter, Yoko replied, "It's not that much. The champion gets four million, the runner-up gets three million, and the third-place winner gets two million."

For the Touma family, who had already entered the upper class, that was indeed the case.

But for Yuan Qianye now: "This is already quite a lot."

"Compared to kendo competitions, that's quite a lot. And this is just for teenagers. Adult competitions will have even more prize money, and there's also the possibility of getting connections with sponsors and obtaining a lot of extra resources."

"Aunt Youzi, what you're saying sounds like you have an extra prejudice against kendo."

"Why call me 'Auntie'? Call me 'Mom'."

"cough……!"

Upon hearing this, Kazusa, who was eating snacks, choked and glared angrily at her mother while frantically patting her chest.

Even Yuan Qianye looked utterly speechless.

Eriri's father was drunk today and was talking nonsense. How come this aunt here also seems to be out of her mind?

After laughing heartily without a care in the world, Yoko steered the conversation back to the topic as if nothing had happened.

"I'm not prejudiced against Kendo, I'm just stating the facts. After all, Kendo isn't exactly a mainstream sport in competitive sports. The Kendo Federation can't afford to spend money, so all they can do is preach about honor and passion."

But the piano is a completely different story in the music world. Most competitions offer direct prize money, though not much, it's enough to show that this industry is much more lucrative than the former, which is quite real. Don't you think so?

Yuan Qianye remained silent.

Well, in the end, she was still secretly trying to elevate the importance of the piano on her side.

Kazusa took a sip of water to calm herself down, then stood up in an annoyed manner and gestured for Minamoto Chiyo to come with her: "I'm sorry, my mother drank fake alcohol last night, so she's still a bit out of it."

"Then I'll go practice my piano first." Although she had just been teased to some extent, Yuan Qianye was still very polite when she left.

The more Yaozi looked at the two, the more well-matched they seemed. She smiled and gestured for them to go about their business and not to worry about her.

Not long after practicing with Kazusa in the music room, Yoko walked in with a video camera and camera tripod.

Seeing that the two of them stopped and looked at her, she put down the support and waved her hand: "Don't worry about it, you guys practice, I'll try not to make any noise."

“It’s impossible not to care.” Kazusa put down her violin, stood up from her seat next to Minamoto Chiya, and looked displeased: “Why did you bring a camera here on purpose?”

Yoko fiddled with the camera: "Hey, Kazusa, you know that to participate in a piano competition, you need to submit a specific performance video for the preliminary round."

Yuan Qianye was speechless: "I thought that topic was over."

Kazusa was silent for a moment, then spoke again with a subtle change in attitude: "He's never even taken a piano exam, so even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to participate, right?"

"Hmph~ Rules are made by people. This is where your mother's connections come in handy. A letter of recommendation from a well-known figure in the industry can easily solve this problem."

Yoko adjusted the camera, put her hands on her hips,

"Don't worry, Qianye. I'm not trying to force you to do anything. I'm just preparing in advance just in case. If you change your mind at any time, I can immediately take action to register you, so as not to waste any extra time."

The world-class pianist smiled with considerable ease.

Having seen such a smile so many times, Chiya often found herself visualizing her as Mrs. Yukinoshita.

I suppose all so-called successful people share similar traits.

Yuan Qianye shrugged, which meant he agreed with her statement.

Seeing this, Kazusa pursed her lips and puffed out her cheeks slightly, like a goldfish trying to exhale.

She was trying to suppress her somewhat uncontrollable laughter.

Yoko observed their reactions and slowly clapped her hands.

"Kazusa, you can go to the side first. Chiya, just play a few classical pieces. By the way, the deadline for registration for this competition is March 15th. Although the prize money for this competition is not much, it is quite well-known in the country. It is only held once a year, so it would be a pity to miss it. So if you have any changes of mind before then, you can let me know at any time."

Yuan Qianye nodded in agreement.

However, having focused wholeheartedly on the Yulongqi competition during this period, he doesn't think he will change his mind.

Yes.

That was originally what he thought.

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Mid-February.

As previously reported on television, some places have begun the vaccination process for this flu outbreak.

This means that social order will gradually return to normal in the future.

Yuan's father's bar business has recovered somewhat, but only slightly.

The school has not lifted the ban and continues its routine of online classes.

Judging from this trend, it will most likely continue until the end of this semester.

Gen Chiya was pleased with this, as it meant he had more free time to do as he pleased.

When she returned home that evening, she saw her father eagerly serving her mother a bowl of hot red date soup. Rikka stretched out her arms as much as she could, but she couldn't snatch the remote control from Toka's hand.

He also sincerely felt that having family was a truly blissful thing.

I also genuinely believe that I would do anything for them.

Late at night a few days later.

Outside the window, thunder and rain raged, and the wind howled loudly, blowing through the gaps between the houses.

It wasn't a good day, but being cozy in my room with a warm cup of coffee on the table at this time of year surprisingly gave me a sense of peace and comfort.

It was already past one in the morning. Yuan Qianye, who had been slacking off on his homework, finished it and compared it with the answer key. He found that everything was correct.

He thought to himself that he was still as sharp as ever, his mind still working perfectly.

He stretched with his arms raised, and when he picked up the cup to take another sip, he realized that the cup was empty.

He got up, prepared to go to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water, and then went straight to bed to rest.

At that moment, there was a gentle knock on his door.

He was a little puzzled as to who in his family was still awake at this hour, but he still said, "The door isn't locked."

The door was slowly pushed open, and Shihua slowly peeked out, walking in with a heavy heart, and then very gently closed the door behind her.

"Snap—!"