Hideki Tsuki took Miyamoto to the training ground, and at some point the training ground was also decorated with a Christmas atmosphere.

Zhu Xing Xiushu looked at the training ground with bells and whistles that was diametrically opposed to the simple style of the past, and his expression was a little strange.

He didn't let anyone else even dress up like this at the training ground, did he?

The rest of the people in the Zhuxing family who were on vacation were also on the training ground at the moment.

The children of the Zhuxing family hold guns very early, even if they are not police officers, they must learn to shoot.

However, there are still relatively few people in the Zhuxing family who are not policemen.

"Hideki, are you going to teach your friend how to use a gun?" A man in the middle of a gun practice asked.

Hideki looked at each other and didn't say anything.

"He's my cousin." He and Miyamoto Ito introduced a sentence.

There are so many cousins, cousins, and even cousins and uncles that he has been trying to distinguish them from a very young age.

"How? Need our help? Several men who were originally using the training ground stopped what they were doing and asked with their shoulders on their backs.

"No need." Hideki Zhuxing replied indifferently.

Even in front of his so-called cousin, he couldn't show the appearance of a child, at most he didn't have to mock them with contemptuous eyes.

"Do you want to try it?" Hideki asked his little friend.

Miyamoto's marksmanship is very good, and he knows that.

"No need." Aitor shook his head.

The training ground here is not as well organized, and there are other people there.

He couldn't show his marksmanship in front of other people.

"Give it a try, little brother, guns are a lot of fun." Several of the elder brothers of Zhuxing Xiushu said.

At this moment, they want to show their marksmanship and teach the children's hearts to move.

After all, Hideki Zhuxing is too unlike a child, and they can't feel the feeling of adoration from each other.

"Miyamoto doesn't need you to teach." Hideki frowned.

With Miyamoto's marksmanship, he doesn't need to be taught by his unreliable cousins.

Maybe Miyamoto's level is higher than these cousins.

"Hideki, do you want to teach a friend yourself? That's pretty good...... "A few people were watching a good show, or turning the gun in their hands, or disassembling and reassembling it.

Once again, the doors of the training ground were opened.

The sound of footsteps was heard along with shouts

"The stars—"

"Miyamoto—"

Everyone looked towards the gate, Kikukawa Seiichiro, Jiang Shou Huang, and Takizawa Shinya waved their hands and walked over slowly.

"Here, shouting the stars will make a lot of people turn back." A cousin of the Zhuxing family said teasingly.

"Yes, after all, we all live together with the surname Zhuxing." The other man also frowned.

"It's good to call each other's names just as friends and family as well, right?" They patted Hideki Zhuxing on the shoulder and asked.

Zhu Xingxiu slapped his cousin's hand away, showing an impatient expression, but his face was red to the root of his ears.

"Have you practiced well? When you're done, give up the training ground. Hideki said the stars.

Obviously, even if the training ground is used by them at the same time, it will not be enough.

"Okay, okay, let it go to you, have fun." A few cousins simply put away their guns and left.

After all, their cousin is already on the verge of frying, and it won't be good to tease him any longer.

Offending the future owner will not end well.

"Don't care what they say......" Hideki Zhuxing watched a few figures leave, breathed a sigh of relief, and spoke to his little friend with silver bullets.

"Indeed, there are many people who call the stars...... Miyamoto said thoughtfully.

"If you call Hideki, you won't admit it, right?" He was inquiring.

"Then I'll call you Hideki from now on." Then he decided to take matters into his own hands.

Zhu Xing Xiushu, who didn't have time to speak, had a sluggish expression at the moment, and his face turned red.

Only the elders have always called him Xiushu, and no one of his peers has ever called him that, even if Jiang Shou and them, everyone calls each other by their surnames.

"In this way, we have always called our surnames, and I am not the only one with the surname Jiang Shou......" Jiang Shouhuang thought for a while and spoke.

"There are also many people ......in the Kikukawa family," Kikukawa Seiichiro echoed.

If you want to talk about people, the Kikukawa family should be the most people, after all, in addition to being related by blood, the Kikukawa family will also adopt orphans who are not related by blood, give them Kikukawa's surname, and cultivate their Noh skills.

"I'm not the only one named Takizawa......" Takizawa Shinya also shook his head.

They all live in the glory of their parents or grandparents, and they are proud of it, but that doesn't mean they want to lose their name.

"So let's call it from now on, Hideki." Jiang Shouhuang said with a smile, and unexpectedly saw his little friend's flushed face, showing a calm expression.

"Whatever you want." Hideki Zhuxing had a "what's there to care about about this kind of thing" and "boring" expression, as if he really didn't care.

If you don't blush, it will probably be very convincing.

"From now on, it's called Miyamoto and Aitto, right?" Jiang Shouhuang looked at Miyamoto Aito again.

The clothes worn by the white-haired teenager today are cute styles that fit the theme of winter and Christmas.

"The name Aitto...... I always feel like I've always talked about aito (love),......" Takizawa Shinya said pretending to be profound.

"If you keep talking about love, don't you look like you've been confessing?" Kikukawa Seiichiro said suddenly.

The imagination of people in the field of art is always quite rich.

"The name itself is a confession." Zhuxing Xiushu said calmly.

"The person who gave you that name must love you, Aitto." Kikukawa Seiichiro had an envious expression.

The meaning of his name is ...... The first son.

Carrying the glory of the Kikukawa family, the eldest son who was pinned on high hopes.

So there is no meaning of its own.

"Well, my mother ......" the white-haired and blue-eyed boy thought of something, and his eyes were extremely gentle.

"You really love me." He said softly.

For him to die calmly, he gave him eternal life with death.

Before he died, he was given a name meaning love, and the ability to be loved.

The surname Miyamoto did not originally belong to him, only the name Aito has belonged to him since he was born.

But now, he's Miyamoto Aitto.

"I love my mother too." Aitto said with his head down and a smile.

He likes the other party's love that is willing to die for him, and even before he dies, he thinks about him.

So he should give his mother the same love.

He should also be deeply in love with his mother, who died for him.

"I love the name too." He continued in an affirmative tone.

He should also love this name that proves his mother's love.

If only all the family could love him like his mother.

"Aito, he looks happy, but I don't know why I always feel a little strange......" Kikukawa Seiichiro touched his arm.

"Maybe it's a little cold at the training ground?" Takizawa Shin also shuddered and said.

Suddenly, I felt inexplicably cold.

"Aito, are you cold?" Zhuxing Xiushu frowned and asked.

He didn't feel cold, he just felt ...... There is a sense of danger.

"I'm not cold, do you feel cold? But isn't the temperature in the training ground twenty degrees......" The white-haired boy was a little dazed.

Everyone wears a lot of clothes, shouldn't it feel hot?

So when ordinary people wear so much, will they feel cold at a room temperature of 20 degrees?