Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

The other party was too noisy, so Han Chuanyou simply blocked them.

Han Chuan leisurely ate the crispy pork, then offered another piece to Mei Yue's lips, as if he hadn't heard anything.

In front of her best friend, Han Chuan Mei Yue felt embarrassed to be too intimate with him.

But if you refuse...

She opened her lips and ate it in one bite.

Hamabe Umi was furious after being fed dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection) and then discovering she had been blocked.

This is outrageous!

The crispy pork and brown sugar glutinous rice cakes were served, and the rest of the dishes would be ready in a while. Han Chuan Mei Yue got up and said, "I'm going to the restroom. Hai He, do you want to come?"

"Go ahead."

Binbian Haihe shook her head, finally finding an opportunity.

After Mizuki left, she said fiercely, "You brat, give me back my things."

Han Chuan You picked up a brown sugar glutinous rice cake and put it in her mouth, pretending not to know: "What is this? Hamabe-nee, don't do this, I'm scared."

"Give me back my underwear." Hamabe Umi is quite unconcerned about details in some ways.

Han Chuanyou's lips curled up, and he picked up another small piece of crispy pork and threw it into his mouth. His movements were casual, yet they revealed the unique carefree and handsomeness of a young man.

Hamabe Umiho's gaze lingered on the young man's handsome face for a few more moments.

"What should you call me? When Mizuki is here, you can call me Hanchuan-kun, or 'little brother,' I won't mind. But when Mizuki isn't here, what do you think you should call me?"

Binbian Haihe came to her senses.

I never thought anything of it before.

But when she learned that the other person was her best friend's younger brother, a frequent topic of conversation between the two of them in high school, and thus her junior, Hamabe Uika suddenly felt a little awkward.

"Death...Lord Death."

Han Chuan You sighed, seemingly dissatisfied.

"Speak louder."

"Lord Death."

"It's still not sincere enough to beg me."

Hamabe Umi's expression stiffened further, but compared to her face, her body was more important, and she couldn't accept it even with the long dress covering her.

She leaned closer, her slightly wavy long hair falling over her shoulders, a few strands brushing into her plate. She tucked them behind her ear with her slender fingers, her tone becoming more humble, as if afraid someone would overhear:

"Lord Death, I beg you..."

Along with shame, a strange emotion arose, and she brought her legs together slightly.

The woman leaned forward slightly, revealing a dark mole that was barely visible. Her soft, seductive voice sent shivers down Han Chuanyou's spine, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

This older sister does have some advantages over Mizuki, and the expression she unintentionally reveals is very touching.

In short, it's pretty flashy.

“Not bad,” Han Chuanyou nodded in satisfaction, resting his chin on his hand and reaching across the table. “Give me your hand.”

They were quickly exchanged under the table, the cloth still warm from being rolled up.

The dining table was located in a corner and was also separated by a partition, so people around it naturally didn't notice what was happening.

This amount of time was enough for Han Chuan You to observe thoroughly.

"White lace, I never expected Hamabe-san to be so innocent in private."

Hamabe Umi glanced at him and quickly stuffed the fabric in her hand into her bag.

"I'm still a virgin, you just wait."

"What did you call me?"

Hamabe Umika yielded once more: "Lord Death."

This time it's underwear, next it might not be tops.

"That's more like it. If there's a next time, more than just this will leave you."

"If you keep going this far, I'll explode!"

"You won't," Han Chuanyou said with a smile.

The sea lilies by the shore suddenly paused, as if moved:

"You... trust me that much?"

"I believe in my own abilities."

"you……"

Hamabe Umiha stood up angrily, the ripples that had just been stirred in her heart instantly smoothed out.

When Han Chuan Mei Yue returned from the restroom, she saw Hamabe Umi walking towards her with a long skirt pressed down, her movements awkward.

"What?"

"Go to the toilet."

"I asked you earlier and you weren't going."

Han Chuan Meiyue glared at her and was about to go back when she was stopped by her.

"Mizuki, you have a good younger brother."

With a hint of gritted teeth, Han Chuan Mei Yue simply assumed that she was envious of her.

Moreover, the fact that the two didn't seem to get along very well made her even more satisfied.

She smiled happily: "You tell me if Xiaoyou is good or not."

Chapter 247 The First Wife's Responsibility

After Hamabe Umi returned, she dared not provoke the other party any further.

Seeing this, Han Chuanyou didn't continue to make things difficult for her.

She's Meiyue's best friend, after all; it's inappropriate to go too far.

As everyone knows, he has always been a person who respects his teachers.

They only occasionally respect their teachers; most of the time they are utterly disrespectful.

They chatted while eating.

Hamabe Umiho kept observing the boy across from her.

Over the years, she had come to know the other party thoroughly through Han Chuan Meiyue, to the point that it wouldn't be a problem to say that they were the most familiar strangers.

In my mind, the other person should be a very polite and well-mannered young man, but I didn't expect him to have such a terrible personality.

Indeed, this brat's performance in front of Mizuki was impeccable. No matter how you looked at him, apart from his ridiculously handsome face, he was just an ordinary boy.

It's really hard to connect him with that ruthless and decisive Grim Reaper who stirs up the storm.

Based on her past observations, good-looking young men were more in line with her imagination.

Han Chuan You took the tissue that Mizuki handed him and wiped his mouth:

"Hamabe-nee, Mizuki and I are going to school, please excuse us."

Every time Hamabe Umika hears how the other person addresses her, she feels a unique sensation.

The infamous Grim Reaper has to call her "sister," which is far more satisfying than climbing a mountain and finally finding a public toilet to relieve yourself halfway through the climb.

All the setbacks seemed to vanish as soon as she called out "Sister Hamabe."

Hamabe Umi quickly snapped out of her daze, pinching her thigh under the table to force herself to break free from this feeling of vanity.

The humiliating moments must never be forgotten.

"Hmm, how long will it take?"

"About an hour."

Hamabe Umi sat up straight and stretched her arms forward to show off her beautifully shaped body.

"Then I'll wander around outside. It's a rare day off, so let's continue shopping for a while."

"Okay, I'll tell you after the interview." Han Chuan Mei Yue nodded.

Most of the so-called interviews consist of the same old questions.

Further education plans and future goals.

Han Chuan You was relieved that Sakura-sensei hadn't told Mizuki about his occasional skipping of class to see the young lady, otherwise he would have been scolded by her.

The interview ended earlier than expected.

Stepping out of the classroom, Han Chuan Mei Yue's beautiful face was full of smiles.

There's nothing more gratifying than someone praising your child.

Han Chuan Meiyue patted his head: "Keep up the good work next semester and try to get a guaranteed admission to Tokyo University. That way you can finally relax."

“That’s for sure,” Han Chuanyou said confidently, then took out his phone to check the time. “There’s still a while. Shall we go check out the kendo club?”

"Of course we'll go. Let's see how strong you are now. Are you confident about the Jade Dragon Flag Competition?"

"Absolutely, watch me cut them all down."

"Just talking big isn't enough."

Han Chuan Meiyue rubbed his head again.

Today she was wearing a mature black suit, chunky-heeled leather shoes, and a lip gloss that brightened her complexion. She looked much more mature than before, and more like a parent.

She took his hand and they walked together toward the club building.

Inside the Kendo Club, the final assessment was about to begin, and everyone was putting in extra effort to select the participants for the Jade Dragon Flag.

The crisp sound of bamboo swords clashing was accompanied by continuous shouts.

The siblings stood at the door, their striking appearance attracting the attention of many.

"Pay attention!"

As Yagyu Gen's clear, cool voice rang out, the members once again refocused their attention.

Yagyu Genne looked over, nodded politely to Hanakawa Mizuki, pursed her lips, and seemed inexplicably embarrassed to meet the parents.

Mizuki Hanakawa had visited the club several times, so the two were already acquainted.

But they had already secretly pledged their lives to each other, and even his mother knew about it and considered him her future son-in-law. So, whenever they met again, he would feel a little awkward.

Then I remembered that my mother had been thinking about inviting the other couple's parents to our home to discuss the marriage...

Yagyu Genon's heart suddenly raced.

After a while, Yagyu Genon stepped out from the crowd and said, "Ten-minute break."

A sigh of relief suddenly filled the activity room.

Some drank water, while others huddled together, their eyes fixed on Han Chuanyou's group, gossiping amongst themselves.

Outside the activity room.

With her hands placed on her abdomen, Yagyu Genon bowed slightly to Hanakawa Mizuki and greeted her respectfully, "Hanakawa-nee."

This respectful posture inexplicably resembles a young wife greeting her mother-in-law.

Han Chuan Meiyue turned her gaze away and gave Han Chuan You a meaningful look.

Han Chuan You smiled and continued the previous topic:

"What do you think of our kendo club? Have we improved?"

"There is progress, but not much." Han Chuan Meiyue frowned and commented, "It's still a bit lacking if you want to really make a name for yourself on the Jade Dragon Flag."

Han Chuanyou shook his head: "There's nothing we can do. After all, we're not a top school when it comes to kendo. The school focuses more on deviation values."

However, he was not worried at all.

The unique selection system involves each team sending five players to battle in turn, with the winner remaining on the field to challenge the next player from the opposing team.