It is said that during the Nara period, people would sing songs on the night of the seventh month of the seventh month, and it gradually became a beautiful form of yako. For this reason, the month of July is also known as the Seven Nights Moon.

Qiye was born on a July night when cicadas were constantly singing, and her name was shortened from this allusion.

Seven nights' mother, Anri, who has never been in good health, passed away shortly after giving birth.

Maybe it's because he can't stand the loneliness and loneliness, or because of love, before Seven Nights goes to elementary school, my father renewed the strings.

The stepmom is an extremely beautiful woman. There is no similar incident with Cinderella, on the contrary, she is not bad with Seven Nights. It wasn't until much later that Nanaya didn't know that before the stepmother married his father, they had an agreement, that is, until Nanaya grew up, they would not want their own children and concentrate on Nanaya.

This is about her father's silent love for her, but this love is unfair and built on the pain of another woman.

But this is also the price of marrying into a famous family, being able to enjoy countless glory and wealth, as well as the aura of a famous wife, some people can't ask for it.

So when Akaji's father lost his wife and didn't remarry for many years, Nanaya admired it very much.

A couple for a lifetime sounds like the most beautiful realm, but it is even more difficult to do it in this cruel reality.

Qiye has hired many tutors since he was a child, tea ceremony, flower arrangement, cooking, piano, dancing...... Almost every teacher is representative of the highest level today. And although her father has always been very strict, he does not have strict requirements for her to be the first. In addition, every teacher is a young, beautiful and gentle female teacher, so she likes these courses very much since she was a child, and she has not rejected them at all.

I met Seijuro Akaji in a piano class.

After each lesson, he came to the teacher's house at the end of each class, sat on the sofa and read a book leisurely. So under the "visit" of his peers, Qiye played extremely seriously at the end of each class. After class, they would always greet politely and detachedly, and Seto-sensei would always complain that they didn't look like children.

At that age, boys were often synonymous with being naughty, mischievous, naughty, and lively, but Seijuro Akaji was completely different from the boys she knew her age.

His demeanor is elegant, not rude, and he always seems calm and quiet, but not dull. With a gentle smile on his face, he said the right words at the right time.

It can be described as a little red in the green bush.

And his talent is needless to say, in the mouth of Seto-sensei, she has taught many students in her life, and the most talented one before was a boy named Kosao Arima, who has won numerous awards before he is still a minor. And in this group of students, it belongs to her and Akaji.

Later, she learned that many of their teachers were the same, and from those teachers, she could always hear words of admiration. She found that in almost every event, Seijuro Akaji had the experience of winning the first, gold, and first prizes, and compared to her, who had learned a lot of courses but had no awards, the other party was much better.

And Nanaya really began to admire Akaji from the bottom of his heart when he practiced the piano at home.

Seto-sensei asks the two to supervise each other, and Akaji always points out her mistakes and problems, and also gives his own opinions.

Qiye was grateful, but his mood was slightly complicated.

What does he think about pointing out mistakes to competitors without any guilt and asking them to improve their own level?

However, it wasn't until later, when the two took the stage together, Akaji won the gold award, and she narrowly missed the silver award, that she knew that he had the confidence to be as good as herself, and that this confidence was built on being stronger than her.

The absence of inner turmoil is fake. But Nanaya looks forward to visiting Akaji's house every day, not only because of this gentle and strong boy, but more importantly, because of his mother Shiori Akaji.

Neither the young female teacher nor the stepmother who is nice to her can replace the love of a mother. Shiori Akaji can't either, but Nanaya has always looked for her mother's shadow in her.

In terms of appearance, Shiori Akaji's delicate facial features are full of gentleness, and the mother in the photo is a little colder in comparison. If there is a similarity, it is probably the smile between the eyebrows of the two. She felt that Shiori Akaji had the gentlest smile in the world, like a white feather gently tugging at her heartstrings, and like a warm current lingering on the tip of her heart.

Whether it's a tea ceremony, floristry, cooking, or something else, Shiori Akaji is the best woman she's ever seen doing anything other than a teacher. While she was secretly amazed, she also set a goal for herself.

It would be nice if she could become such a good woman in the future.

So when Shiori Akaji asked her if she wanted to play basketball together, she only hesitated for a few seconds and agreed.

How can a woman who looks so demure and dignified be good at a sport like basketball? This doubt has always been in her heart.

So after the piano exchange, Nanaya still went to Akaji's house every day and started the so-called basketball training.

There is a standard basketball court in the backyard of Akaji's house, and while sighing at Nanaya, Shiori's first task is heard.

"Xiao Zheng is still the old rule, jog around the basketball court for forty laps first, and as for seven nights, run twenty-five laps first."

Qiye quickly calculated in her mind that the circumference of the basketball court was eighty-six meters, and the twenty-five laps were about two thousand meters, which was undoubtedly a huge challenge for her, a person who usually did not exercise much.

Although she was a little embarrassed, she still followed Akaji and began a difficult jogging journey.

Qiye's eyes looked ahead, the white sports shirt worn by the young man was slightly lifted as he ran, his bright red hair shook up and down, and his steady pace showed a good athletic element.

At the beginning they were able to keep the same pace, and after five laps, the gap began to manifest itself. Akaji still maintained a steady pace, but Nanaya, who was able to follow him at first, slowly distanced himself from him, his breath was unsteady, and his pace began to panic.

After twelve laps, Nanaya felt like a fish stranded in the shallows, breathing with great difficulty, and his feet felt as heavy as lead. She stopped, clutching her chest and gasping for air. Her mind was as dull as if someone had knocked her down, and all she knew was that the red figure had once again passed in front of her.

After three more half-run and half-walk laps, Qiye couldn't lift his pace at all.

"Are you going to give up?" Shiori Akaji's nice voice sounded in his ears, and at first glance it was still as gentle as usual, but it was quite stern in it.

Qiye turned her head, and sure enough, she saw that the other party was looking at her with a smile.

How could you give up before you started basic training after you made up your mind to learn basketball well!?

Qiye hurriedly shook his head, but his body was motionless.

Shiori Akaji sighed and began to teach her the dos and don'ts of jogging, including breathing, pace, etc.

"You never know how much potential you have." She patted Nanaya's back to help her smooth her rapid breathing, then smiled at her encouragingly.

Nanaya nodded, and after this short break, he once again embarked on a difficult jogging journey.

Ten laps, so long, that there seems to be no end in sight. In her spare eye, she saw that Akaji had finished running and was resting beside her.

Five laps, it's not jogging, it's probably not even a race walk, and Qiye moves his pace at a turtle speed.

Two laps and victory in sight......

One circle, no longer ignoring the etiquette, sitting anywhere for seven nights, feeling like a new life.

Finally, it's finally over.

Qiye breathed a sigh of relief and stroked his fast-beating heart.

Then the light was blocked by a dark shadow, she looked up and saw Seishiro Akaji standing in front of her, bowed his head slightly, and then stretched out his hand to her: "You can't sit down immediately after strenuous exercise, it's not good for your health." ”

Qiye looked at the pair of white and good-looking hands in front of him, as well as the gentle smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, his heart warmed, he nodded, handed his hand over, and stood up with the help of the other party. It's just that his legs are still weak, and he stumbles before he stands firmly, and then falls into a warm embrace.

"Be careful." There was a gentle and clean male voice in his ears, and there seemed to be an indescribable magic that made people fall in a second.

"Thank you, Akaji-kun." Having never been in close contact with a boy of the same age, feeling the warm breath, Qiye hurriedly took a few steps back, his expression was also a little embarrassed, and he secretly glanced at the young man in front of him, but saw that he was still smiling, and seemed to feel a little funny about it.

The heartbeat that had not yet calmed down seemed to speed up again, and Nanaya exhaled, and his face returned to his usual calm.

"Seijuro, you've rested enough, you can start doing the next set of exercises." Shiori Akaji appeared in front of the two with a smile.

Akaji nodded, he had just finished a few sets of switchback runs, and after a while, it was time to play with the ball.

"As for Seven Nights, how about five sets of turnaround runs?" Shiori Akaji looked at Nanaya's collapsed expression for a second, covered her mouth and laughed, "Okay, I won't tease you, I tested it just now and found that you are worse than I imagined, but it's okay, just keep exercising." Rest well now, and I'll tell you about basketball later. ”

She then handed a bottle of warm water to Nanaya.

Nanaya nodded, relieved to hear that there was no practice that followed.

So she stood by the court and quietly watched Akaji dribble.

Moving like a rabbit, elegant and chic, the basketball circulates between his left hand and right hand, which is dazzling for a while.

She couldn't help but sneak a glance at Shiori Akaji, who was standing aside, and found that she was looking at Akaji on the court seriously, her face full of joy and pride.

Can you not be proud of having such an excellent son?

If her mother were still alive, would she be proud of her? Seven nights thought silently, but could not get results.

The stepmother treats her well on the surface, but in fact she doesn't pay much attention to her in many ways, after all, she is not her biological child, and she does not have any requirements for her schoolwork, one is afraid of causing her dissatisfaction, and the other is that it is not necessary.

In the days that followed, Nanaya would go to the basketball court of the Akaji family every day, and gradually she was able to run 25 laps with ease. Under Shiori's tutelage, she learned a variety of ways to dribble.

Her ability to learn has always been very fast, and Shiori Akaji is also amazed at this point, but there is another big problem in front of her, and that is shooting.

At this time, it was less than 1.6 meters and seven nights, and the basket was too far away for her.

"Height is a big disadvantage in basketball, but it can be overcome with more experience and better technique." Shiori Akaji held a basketball, compared the standard position, and gently threw it up, throwing a three-stick ball.

Just as Qiye was amazed, there was a "bang" not far away, and she couldn't help but turn her head and see that Akaji was throwing three non-stick balls in a row.

"That's probably a typical example. Seishiro is also a slight disadvantage in height compared to children of the same age who play basketball, but he can easily beat those tall ones," Shiori Akaji said quietly in Nanaya's ear with a bit of playfulness on her face, "Don't talk about this sensitive topic in front of him." ”

Qiye nodded hurriedly.

She is currently close to 1.6 meters, which is considered tall among girls, and Akaji is a little shorter than her. On the surface, he didn't say much about it, but Nanaya felt that he must have something in mind.

But boys have always developed later than girls, maybe one day he will surpass her?

It seems that this hypothesis has been waiting for a long, long time to come true.

Just as Nanaya was about to continue trying to shoot, he heard Shiori Akaji coughing violently on the side. She hurriedly put down the basketball in her hand and ran to her side: "Are you okay, Aunt Shiori?" ”

"Ahem, it's okay, I've been caught a cold recently, cough." Shiori Akaji clutched her chest, the expression on her face seemed a little uncomfortable, and Nanaya hurriedly patted her on the back.

Akaji, who was practicing shooting in the other half, also stopped training in his hand when he heard the movement and ran over.

"Mother, you'd better go back to the house and rest." Akaji frowned and helped her to get ready to go inside.

"Well, I'll go back to the house, but you'll come back when you're done practicing." Shiori Akaji covered her mouth, but the words she uttered were non-negotiable.

Nanaya and Akaji glanced at each other, sensing a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes.

Judging from the time they got along, Shiori Akaji seems to be gentle as water, but she is very dedicated and paranoid in many things, and once she makes up her mind, it is difficult to change it.

"Okay, but Aunt Shiori also wants to promise us a good rest." Nanaya nodded, his brow furrowed.

"Well, if you have any questions about Nanaya, please ask Seijuro."

Akaji nodded in agreement, "No problem, but let me help you in." ”

"I'll go by myself," Shiori Akaji chuckled softly at the worried eyes of the two children, "Don't worry, I'm not that useless." (The rest please support the genuine version, the author's code words are not easy.) ）