At this time, Kazuma suddenly thought of something, so he asked Chiyoko: "Where is Amao? Have you gone back?"
"No, he refused to leave after practicing empty swing, I threw him two texts for him to memorize." Chiyoko looked speechless.
Kazuma nodded, and then said to Nanjo and Butler Suzuki, "Come in and have a drink of tea."
Nanjo immediately responded happily: "Okay!"
It felt like she was waiting for this sentence.
A group of people entered the house and came to the dojo, and saw Shigeru Ikeda sitting in the corner with a book reciting.
As soon as Kazuma heard it, he recognized Dazai Osamu's "Run Meles", which is considered to be one of the few works of Dazai Osamu that he can still appreciate.
Dazai Osamu's other works, He Ma really didn't appreciate it, and after reading it, he had one thought: "Excuse me, goodbye!"
Hearing the sound of people coming in, Ikeda Shigeru looked up, and immediately stood up and saluted Kazuma: "Master! Thank you for your hard work! Senior sister, you have worked hard!"
He Ma: "Well, you have worked hard too. You don't need to bow, it's too similar."
"Master, how many more did you kill tonight?" Shigeru Ikeda straightened his waist, with an excited expression, "The Nanjo family has perished, right? From now on, Senior Sister Nanjo will become a teacher's wife, right?"
Hema couldn't laugh or cry: "Uh, what about this, many things can't be solved by brute force. Sometimes the power of words is stronger than pure violence."
"Yes! I remember it, but I don't understand it." Shigeru Ikeda looked naive, "Words can still have power?"
"Why not? Think back to the night when I rescued you, and experience it for yourself." He Ma can only say this, as for whether this silly apprentice can realize the Tao, he can't control it.
Ikeda Shigeru looked confused, sat down cross-legged and folded his hands on his chest, and really started to think about it.
Sit down with Mara on your favorite cushion and relax.
In fact, he wanted to lie down, but he didn't have the nerve to do so in front of Nanjo and Butler Suzuki. Going home and lying down or something, looks too much like a decadent middle-aged social animal.
Chiyoko went straight to make tea, and Nanjo sat down facing Hema, she suddenly remembered something, and asked Hema: "Master, do you want to lie down and rest? Let me dig your ears? My ear-digging skills Well, Grandpa likes it very much."
Kazuma glanced at Nanjo's knees, and the subtext of ear-picking was a knee pillow—you can't dig your ears without a knee pillow.
Honestly, he'd rather enjoy it.
But now Suzuki Butler's eyes are very sharp, so after looking at Suzuki Butler's 67-level karate entry, Kazuma decided to refuse.
"Forget it today..."
"Kiryu-kun," Suzuki Butler interrupted Kazuma, "Sometimes a man has to face his own desires and live a more authentic life."
—Hey, is that what you mean by staring at me? Sorry for my misunderstanding!
He Ma scratched his head: "Well, let's knee... I mean, pick out your ears."
Nanjo was overjoyed, and sat directly next to Kazuma, and then evened the kimono at the knees.
He lay down on his side with the horse, pillowed on her lap.
As expected of a big capitalist, the material of the kimono is really high-end, silky and smooth, and a little bit cold.
Butler Suzuki took out a small box and handed it to Nanjo.
She opened the box and took out the ear picks carved with the Nanjo Iazeiro pattern in a hollow carving method, and happily began to play with the horse's ears.
Chiyoko came in with tea, and was taken aback when she saw this posture: "Hey, brother, you are..."
Kazuma: "Chiyoko, you can try it too, it's very cool."
"Brother, you can tell by your expression. When I dig it for you, you look disgusted, and you still complain about me saying that I'm going to pierce your eardrum."
Chiyoko's words directly activated Kazuma's memory about these things, causing a cold sweat on the back of his head. It seems that the original owner has already suffered from PTSD for Chiyoko's ear-picking technique.
He said: "No, you really almost pierced my eardrum. You'd better learn the correct technique from Nanjo-san, lest my brother-in-law and my nephew will be deaf..."
Nanjo laughed, and joined the ranks of teasing Chiyoko: "It seems that I should teach Chiyoko a few tricks."
Chiyoko snorted, put down her teacup and turned away, obviously losing her temper.
Nanjo: "Ah, by the way, I'll bring some refreshments tomorrow. What would Chiyoko like?"
"Huh? Can I order it? Then yokan will be ready... Ah, no, sister He Dim Sum Danzi will bring it, then cake! Macarons!" Chiyoko immediately turned around and returned, her mood obviously improved all of a sudden .
**
Asakura Yasuhiko and his son Asakura Yasujun boarded the car home while the peaceful family comedy was being staged at the Kiryu Dojo.
Councilor Asakura drank a lot with the rejuvenated Nanjo Hiroshi, his face was rosy, and he hiccupped from time to time.
And Asakura Yasujun had a pale face, combined with the swelling and bruises on his face, he looked in terrible condition.
Asakura Yasuhiko looked at his second son, and sighed: "I know who you want to go to. It's not a bad thing to use a wine girl as a channel to express your inner depression. Don't be so serious."
Yasun Asakura gritted his teeth and didn't answer.
Asakura Yasuhiko snorted: "However, if you know what it means to be sincere, this matter will not develop into this. As a father, I give you a piece of advice, don't mess with that kid Kiryu."
Asakura Yasujun remained silent, looking out of the car window with a grudge.
Asakura Yasuhiko sighed: "I know you won't listen, so I'll do the next best thing. You should at least find some reliable people to do it. Don't let me doubt whether you are a good girl or not every time I wipe your ass. My dear son."
Asakura Yasujun's expression changed slightly, apparently being said by his own father made him very upset.
Asakura Yasuhiko seemed not to realize that he was hurting his son's self-esteem at all, and continued to sigh: "Oh, why don't I have a daughter? If I have a daughter of the right age, if Kiryu-kun is really admitted to the University of Tokyo next year, I will Immediately betroth his daughter to him, like paying money."
Yasun Asakura finally squeezed out a sentence: "Aren't you afraid that my brother will have other ideas if you do that?"
"If he is dissatisfied, then prove to me that he is better than Kiryu-kun, otherwise, our family's resources will definitely be tilted towards Kiryu-kun." Asakura Yasuhiko paused, and sighed, "It's a pity that I don't have a daughter. I also don't have the ability to have another child with your mother. So no matter how bad you two are, I can only accept my fate."
After a short pause, Asakura Yasuhiko said again: "I will find you a girl who is more beautiful and can tolerate your hands and feet. The grade of the Nanjo family probably won't work, and the next-level bourgeoisie should still There are quite a few who are willing to send their daughters here."
Asakura Yasuhiko's words mean the official admission that "my son is not good enough, so I have to lower the standard for marriage selection."
These words were like a thorn in Asakura Yasujun's heart, making him look out of the car window full of vicious hatred.