Daily life in Zongman

A man in a kendo uniform stood in front of him.

He had a long ponytail, a white shirt and a black skirt, a bamboo sword on his waist and another in his hand.

He threw the bamboo sword over and Fujiwara Haru caught it.

The man then saluted and took out the bamboo sword from his waist. "I am Seiichiro Sakata, the 37th National Kendo Yulong Banner Championship Champion. I come here to seek a victory, regardless of life or death. Please teach me."

Sakata Seiichiro, the overall champion of this year's Yulong Flag Competition, was surrounded by a lot of noise the moment he won the championship.

"This year's championship isn't good. It's in the university category, and it's not as good as last year."

"Not only are we old, but we haven't broken any records either. This year's kendo competition isn't very exciting. Last year's was more interesting."

"This is just how the championship is. I feel inferior to the strongest junior high school student in history."

This was the noise he heard online when he searched for it himself. Sakata Seiichiro was furious, but he could do nothing about it. There were always people who loved comparisons and pointing fingers. They didn't care and wouldn't congratulate him on winning the championship; they just wanted something to talk about.

It's best to talk about things that put others down, so that during discussions, they can stand on a high pedestal and point fingers at others with arrogance, as if they are the strongest middle school student in history, who has already defeated the champion and is better than him.

Sakata Seiichiro was unwilling, but he had no choice.

Until a reporter came to interview him and asked: "If you were to face off against last year's champion, Haru Fujiwara, who do you think would win?"

Reporters always want to have explosive news, so they naturally ask about hot topics.

There is no first in literature, and no second in martial arts. Sakata Seiichiro has his own pride. He did not answer the reporter's question, but directly found the private Fengzhiqi Academy based on the little information he had last year.

He stayed there for several days. He originally thought that even if Fujiwara Haru did not participate in this year's kendo competition, he would at least participate in club training in the kendo club.

However, he was not caught and was not seen for several days.

Until today, he saw a figure in the afternoon, but it was a figure going in.

He waited patiently at the school gate until evening, and finally got this opportunity.

Seiichiro Sakata threw the standard bamboo sword he had prepared over. He couldn't wait to prove himself!

Fujiwara Haru looked at him, stared at him for a while, then looked at Kitagawa Umi: "Stay away."

Kitagawa Umi nodded obediently and walked away.

After confirming that she would not be affected, Fujiwara Haru looked at her opponent.

He did not refuse. If he did, this foolish person would only keep pestering him.

When saluting, the steps are wrong.

There was no flash of swords and no blood spilled on the streets. Under the gradually dimming sunset, Fujiwara Haru stepped forward, dodged sideways, and swung his sword three times in a row.

The sword broke, the hair fell off, and the clothes were undone.

He handed the bamboo sword back to Sakata Seiichiro and waved his hand, motioning Kitagawa Umi to follow.

The two men left the school gate, leaving Sakata Seiichiro standing there in a daze.

As the sun set, he turned around to look at the two people walking away, and suddenly knelt down on his knees, doing a standard prostration.

"I'm so sorry... and thank you so much!"

Fujiwara Haru waved his hand and walked away.

Kitagawa Umi looked at Fujiwara Haru who was walking in front of him. The evening sunlight stretched his shadow very long. A slight breeze blew, rolling up a few leaves on the ground and blowing past his feet.

Looking from behind, she felt.

So handsome.

Kitagawa Umi quickly caught up with him, her face flushed, and she didn't say anything along the way.

Chapter 187 One day during summer vacation.

"Haru-kun~ Let's get ready for lunch~"

There was a crisp knock on the door, followed by Sister Shendong's voice, her words soft and full of tenderness.

"Oh, I see……"

He mumbled in a daze.

I vaguely listened to the footsteps outside the door fading away. Lying on the bed, stretching my limbs, my thoughts gradually became clear. Then, the strength in my limbs, which I had stretched so hard, gave way, and I collapsed on the bed, my mind now completely clear.

Today is Monday. I didn't practice last night. Fujiwara Haru always takes a long nap on Mondays and Thursdays.

It is not only a way to restore the body, but also a way to rest after the long practice during the day the previous day.

When I regained my clarity of mind, I suddenly remembered a question: When did I start calling her Sister Shen Dong?

Some of them can't be remembered. For Fujiwara Haru, those were memories from eight years ago. The events of eight years ago are covered with a veil, and the full picture cannot be seen clearly.

What he still remembered was to practice hard and become stronger, strong enough to protect her in this world full of mysterious beings.

Yukino Mifuji is not only a sister, she is also a mother.

Whether it was the initial adoption, the care and concern during the period, or her careful education when encountering problems, Yukino Shinfu has actually always been playing the role of a mother, raising Fujiwara Haru, who she picked up and brought home, into adulthood.

So, when did she start calling her Sister Shendong?

After thinking for a while, Fujiwara Haru couldn't remember when he changed his name, but he didn't dwell on this issue. He got up and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

One day of summer vacation began like this.

After having lunch with Sister Shendong, we sat on the sofa and chatted while watching TV.

"Are you free later, Haru-kun? I want to go to the supermarket. We're almost out of soy sauce, so I need to buy a new bottle. I also need to replenish some seasonings."

"I don't have anything to do today. Just call me when Sister Shendong goes."

"Hmm~ Then let's go together around three o'clock. There won't be many people in the supermarket then, and the sun won't be so hot."

"it is good."

After watching some TV, I thought of some improvements and suggested: "Sister Shendong, give me the shopping list and I'll buy it directly. You don't have to go out."

"Is it really possible?"

Sister Shen Dong looked very happy: "Well, is this a bit too much trouble?"

"No, it's just a trip to the supermarket. It's easy for me, but it might be a little difficult for Sister Shendong. Next time you buy something, just tell me and I'll get it for you."

"Haru-kun~"

Sister Shen Dong picked him up and said, "Good boy, good boy, I'm very happy~"

Sister Shendong held her head in her arms, her face felt soft and her hands caressed her head.

I used to think it would be better for Shen Dong to go out once a week, so her poor communication skills wouldn't get worse. But now, after watching the fireworks display with Xiaozi, I understand that sometimes my own ideas are just my own good ideas to others.

Kindness requires considering others' perspectives and knowing their true desires.

As Sister Shen Dong said, I still prefer to stay at home. From now on, I will take care of all the shopping when I have time.

Fujiwara Haru didn't really feel like playing computer games today, probably because he was tired of it, or maybe because his friends didn't send him any messages asking him to log in today.

He lay on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the TV, but his mind was a little empty, he was in a daze, thinking about nothing.

It was not until the scorching sun had scorched the earth for a long time that its heat subsided a little. At three o'clock when the heat was not so great, Fujiwara Haru went out wearing a hat.

When I opened the door, the heat waves from the oven blew on my face. The air not far away was slightly distorted, making the scene on the street seem a little rising and winding.

It’s so hot…

Close the door and set off.

"I know, I ...

Walking down the street, the only sound for company was the chirping of cicadas, which seldom stopped, coming from the trees in all directions.

There were not many pedestrians on the road. Everyone was hiding in the shade to avoid the scorching sun, which made Fujiwara Haru realize something.

He can go buy it at night; he isn't afraid of crowds.

After feeling that I had made a fool of myself, I didn't choose to go home. It was still the same old saying: I'm already here.

Fujiwara Haru decided to go home as soon as possible after shopping, and enjoy the idle summer vacation under the air conditioner.

Looking at the clouds in the distant sky, they seemed to be floating visibly with the naked eye. I didn’t know whether it was an illusion or I really saw them floating.

Why isn’t the cloud above my head?

It’s so hot…

"Ring~Ring~"

A bicycle bell rang from behind.

I walked to the side further along the street, and soon a bicycle sped past me, with the corners of the girl riding the bicycle flying.

Ah... why didn't I come here on a motorcycle...

Fujiwara Haru felt that he might have lost his mind while daydreaming.

It’s so hot…

My pace quickened a bit, sweat started to form on my forehead, my T-shirt gradually stuck to my back, and everything became stuffy.

When he rushed to the supermarket, the moment he entered the curtain door, Fujiwara Haru felt as if he had come back to life, and the world was fresh and bright again.

Just like a fish on the shore returning to the water, everything becomes easy and comfortable.

After enjoying the breeze at the door for a while, I officially stepped into the supermarket. I took the sticky note given by Sister Shendong, referred to the requirements on it, and pushed the shopping cart to buy things.

Now most of the ingredients at home come from Gourmet Tablecloth, and most of them are high-quality, high-energy, premium ingredients, so you don’t need to buy too much this time, just some seasonings.

I pushed the shopping cart around, quickly made my purchases, and came to the checkout counter where I met an acquaintance.

"Good afternoon, Kato."

Just a simple greeting.

She heard the voice and looked back: "Fujiwara-kun, good afternoon."

"Kato is quite cute today too."

"Thank you."

After two extremely short sentences, Fujiwara Haru fell into silence. He didn't feel like chatting today because the weather was too hot and he was too thirsty.

By the way, let’s go to the coffee shop next to the supermarket and sit for a while, take a break and drink some watermelon juice.

Will the coffee shop have watermelon juice?

Fujiwara Haru wasn't sure if this shop had it, but he knew several of the ones he'd been to had it. Thinking about his upcoming schedule, it was his turn to check out at the cashier.

With the sound of Didi scanning, the purchased items were put into a bag. When I was about to leave with the bag, I noticed the table waiting not far away.

I walked up to her, walked out of the supermarket together, and asked, "Kato, would you like to have a cup of coffee with me?"

"Yeah, sure. There's nothing important going on today anyway."

The guy sitting behind me is quite easy to talk to, and it seems like he will agree to anything you ask.

The two walked into the coffee shop, placed their purchases on the chairs beside them, and then began to choose from the menu.

Fujiwara Haru turned to the juice column, saw watermelon juice and ordered a glass, then looked at the pastries and asked for a French caramel pastry to be taken away.

The table at the back also ordered. While waiting for the food to be prepared, Fujiwara Haru lay on the chair and took out his cell phone to play.

He didn't have much energy to talk before he drank the juice.

Slightly, I felt a gust of wind blowing from the front.

I looked up and found that the person at the back table was fanning herself with the menu. The wind blowing from her made her feel comfortable.

"Thank you."

The girl did not respond, but she fanned her wings slightly wider.

The scorching sun outside the window was still scorching the earth. The outside world, separated by a wall, seemed like a furnace. The air was rising, making the picture a little distorted.

"Dingling~Dingling~"

The wind chimes at the entrance of the coffee shop rang, and another group of customers came in. The shop was already half full. In this weather, it would be difficult for people who came in to step out again.

Watermelon juice was placed in front of him, as well as a glass of orange juice and pudding.

Even though the table behind us was right across from us, the waiter seemed not to notice and placed all the ordered items in front of us.