"Yucheng-san, see you tomorrow."

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow."

After the kendo practice, Mamoru Suzuki and Tamaki Michiyo went home together and officially parted at the door of Tamaki's house.

Watching the girl's ponytail slash across the air in a semicircle and turn into her own home, Mamoru Suzuki retracted his gaze and walked towards his house next to him.

My legs were sore, my hands were so tired that I couldn't carry my shoulder bag, and the kendo training was really hard.

Just one day of practice, Suzuki Mamoru felt that it was not easy to practice kendo, and this kind of practice, Tamaki Michiyo has been ten years, and it is this kind of practice day after day that this girl has a very good kendo level today, and I feel amazing when I think about it.

Standing in front of the house, Mamoru Suzuki was distracted as he slowly pulled out the key from his shoulder bag.

I inserted the key into the lock hole by the twilight light, opened the door, and the house was dark and silent. Yuko hasn't arrived home yet.

"Of course, Yuko is also amazing."

When I changed my shoes, I subconsciously compared them, and I smiled at the reaction.

He walked into the living room, put down his shoulder bag, and then restrained his exhaustion and walked to the kitchen.

Measure the rice for two and put it in the rice cooker after washing. After that, it was time to wash the dishes, and the dinner of the day before and the bowl from breakfast that day were now lying quietly in the sink.

Of all the housework, if Mamoru Suzuki had to answer which one he hated the most, it would probably be washing the dishes. Fortunately, there are only two people in the family, he and Yuko, and the number of bowls is not very large.

Turn on the faucet and the sound of running water washing over the dishes can be heard in the kitchen.

About two-thirds of the way was washed, and Yuko also arrived home. The sound of doors opening and closing, followed by footsteps approaching the kitchen. The kitchen is open, so Mamoru Suzuki can see Yuko as soon as he turns around in front of the sink.

"Are you done?" Yuko walked over to him.

"It's not close." After seeing Yuko, Mamoru Suzuki lowered his head again and continued to wash the dishes.

Yuko leaned towards him, and Mamoru Suzuki stood aside for a moment, and then Yuko's hand appeared in his field of vision. She also picked up a plate.

"Just let me do the rest, Xiao Shou go and rest."

"There you go."

"Didn't you go to learn kendo today? Didn't go? ”

"I went." Mamoru Suzuki set aside the washed dishes and picked up another bowl.

Yuko glanced at Mamoru Suzuki's arm and asked, "Aren't your hands tired?" ”

"Tired."

"Then you go to rest."

"There you go. It's not to the point where you can't wash the dishes. ”

"Huh..."

"What the hell."

Yuko suddenly laughed.

Mamoru Suzuki looked at her, and Yuko stopped laughing, but she was still smiling.

"Laughing at what?" Mamoru Suzuki felt that Yuko was a little inexplicable.

Yuko took her wet hand that had been stained with dish soap foam, pinched Suzuki Mamoru's face, and after pinching, she smiled and groaned: "Mamoru is so cute." ”

With the chill on his face and the slight itchy feeling of foam bursting on the surface of his skin, Mamoru Suzuki stood still for two seconds, his hands in the sink stopping.

He looked at Yuko and held it for a long time before he spoke, "What inexplicable things did you say when you came back from work..."

"What, Mommy is complimenting you." Yuko chuckled softly again.

"It's obviously making trouble." Mamoru Suzuki said casually, lowered his head and continued to wash the dishes.

"You actually said that your mother is making trouble?" Yuko wasn't happy with this statement, but Mamoru Suzuki ignored her anymore.

The sound of running water drowned out Yuko's muttering.

Finally, after washing the dishes, Mamoru Suzuki flushed his hand again and turned off the faucet.

"Alright, I—" He was about to say something to Yuko, but suddenly the doorbell rang "Ding Dong", interrupting what he was about to say.

Mamoru Suzuki looked at the door, and then at Yuko, who had the same confusion in his eyes as he was. She didn't know who it was.

"I'll go."

Mamoru Suzuki said a word, and walked to the entrance, and when he passed by the dining table, he took two pieces of paper and wiped his hands.

"Hello, this is the Suzuki family, may I ask who it is?"

"Suzuki-san, it's me." A familiar cold voice came from outside the door.

Mamoru Suzuki paused, then opened the door in confusion.

Suit jacket, gray uniform skirt, and still wearing a school uniform, the figure of Tamajo Michiyo Qingli came into view as the door opened.

"Yucheng-san, why are you here?"

The girl was also looking at him behind the door, her gaze sweeping over his face and finally resting on his arm.

"I suddenly remembered, so I came over to remind Suzuki-san."

"Reminder of what?"

"When I first started practicing kendo, my arm was inevitably sore. In order to be able to train normally for the next few days, Suzuki-san is best to massage and apply hot compresses to relieve himself. The girl said quite seriously.

"Uh," Mamoru Suzuki was still a little unresponsive, "I will." ”

"Well, that's it." Tamaki Michiyo nodded.

"Is that all?"

"Hmm."

“......”

"By the way, And, Suzuki-san, you have foam on your face."

“... Oh. Suzuki pulled out a smile and wiped the foam from his face with the back of his hand, "Thank you." ”

"Then take your leave."

"Well, okay, see you tomorrow."

The girl left, and Mamoru Suzuki closed the door and turned around, and Yuko appeared in front of him again, blinking.

This familiar scene.

"What is this?" Yuko asked curiously.

It was useless to escape, and Suzuki Mamoru had to explain: "It's Tamaki-san, she came over to remind me that in order not to affect the practice in the future, it is best to massage or apply a hot compress to relieve the soreness of my arm." ”

"Huh..."

Mamoru Suzuki knew what Yuko wanted to say.

"Not intimate." Mamoru Suzuki said.

"Not intimate?" Yuko repeated.

"Not really." Mamoru Suzuki walked up to the hallway, passed by Yuko, and went to the living room to get his school bag.

Carrying his school bag, Mamoru Suzuki turned back again.

"I would like to remind you that it's obviously very intimate." Yuko told him again that looking at her was definitely trying to prove that "Tamaki Michiyo has a crush on him".

It's impossible to think about it.

"It's not so much about intimacy as it's about being serious, or being responsible." Mamoru Suzuki explained to Yuko very seriously.

"Serious, responsible?"

"Hmm." Mamoru Suzuki nodded, and then, after thinking about it, gave this evaluation:

"Although I don't have much contact, according to the only understanding, Tamaki-san, she is almost a person who devotes almost all of her energy to kendo. Serious, straightforward, don't look ahead, do what you want, she said it is to not delay the practice later, that is indeed it. In general, such a person. ”

Yuko looked at him.

"Still don't believe it... I can't explain that. Mamoru Suzuki was a little helpless.

"Not really."

"What's that?"

"Why does Xiao Shou look like he knows Yucheng classmates very well?"

“......”

Yuko was persuaded by him and no longer suspected that "Tamaki Sanchiyo was close to him", but the matter of "he paid too much attention to Tamaki Sanchiyo" would be a foregone conclusion in the future.

In Yuko's eyes, Mamoru Suzuki sensed such information.

"Moreover, Xiao Shou's evaluation of Yucheng's classmates seems to be very high." Yuko stared at him and added.

Mamoru Suzuki silently adjusted the strap of the shoulder bag: "... Almost, Yucheng's classmate is very powerful. ”

"But—" Yuko said suddenly, "Mamoru hasn't ever praised her mother like that." ”

“......”

“......”

Stare at~

Yuko's gaze locked on him.

Mamoru Suzuki couldn't help but turn his face away, his fingers gently grabbing the hair on his forehead, and scratching his face again.

After a moment of stalemate, he lowered his hand, carried his shoulder bag, and passed by Yuko.

“... I went back to my room. ”

With a hint of embarrassment, Mamoru Suzuki walked towards the stairs.

It wasn't until he stepped up the stairs that Mamoru Suzuki finally stopped. Although I can't see it, Yuko's gaze behind me is really impressive.

"Yuko... Of course, it's also amazing. ”

After a moment's hesitation, he tried to say it calmly and effortfully, and then, Mamoru Suzuki looked up at the top of the stairs, and his footsteps did not stop.

Then, in the sound of footsteps, Yuko's soft laughter came from behind him.