Winter training is here?

"Did you tell your parents we were coming?" Kōshū asked Hayakawa.

Hayakawa was taken aback, then nodded.

"That's right then. Usually, in these situations, mothers will leave something in the fridge for their kids, or some money."

Kōshū paused, and Hayakawa Aki understood that he was asking for his input: "Our mother has too many things to do. Originally, she was supposed to take my two younger brothers to our Maternal Grandmother's Home, but she seems to have forgotten. She left early today too, without saying anything."

Kōshū rolled up his sleeves. "Then let's go check the fridge."

Hayakawa's two younger brothers were still thinking of taking over his old spot after Kōshū left, but he grabbed one with each arm and dragged them downstairs. Before leaving, he glanced at Hayakawa Aki behind him: "Hayakawa, since your brothers bullied my brother, I'm going to educate them in a civilized manner today. Don't worry, just relax for now. We'll eat later."

Arriving at the fridge, they found it messy and disorganized, with a mixed smell wafting out. Raw and cooked foods weren't separated, and a few boxes fell out when the door was opened. Kōshū picked them up, looking at the now-full fridge, wondering how they had managed to fit everything inside. Hayakawa, worried, covered his face, feeling like today was a chaotic mess and he was losing face in front of his friend.

"Then let's start by cleaning out the fridge." The two little brats had been happily anticipating Kōshū making a fool of himself, but upon hearing this, they immediately tried to escape, only to be stopped by a pair of iron hands.

"Hayakawa!"

"...Okay." Hayakawa stood in front, and the cleaning work quickly began. The two kids were responsible for taking things out, Kōshū sorted them on the dining table, Lang Zhi checked the expiration dates, and Hayakawa grabbed the cleaning supplies. After this assembly line, the group hadn't eaten, but instead felt hungry.

The two kids only quieted down for a bit. They could tell that Kōshū ignored unreasonable requests, but eating was a matter of course. If they were hungry, Kōshū couldn't say anything.

"I'm so hungry!"

"Yeah! So tired! It's all because of cleaning the fridge." It was that little fatty again.

"Now that we know what's in the fridge, let's start cooking. Five people, five dishes. Xiao Yao, you cook the rice." Xiao Yao was the child staying at Hayakawa's house.

"Haruyuki—" Full name Hayakawa Haruyuki, round-faced, using his petty cleverness to size people up, "You wash the vegetables. Hayakawa, please go to the Chunghwa Supermarket next door with this list. Lang Zhi, you chop the vegetables, and I'll do the stir-frying."

Then he sat down in the living room and turned on the TV.

"Why do I have to wash the vegetables! Why are you the only one sitting there doing nothing?" Haruyuki immediately felt unbalanced.

"Have you ever seen a head chef wash vegetables himself? In restaurants, there are people specifically for washing and chopping vegetables. The head chef only does the stir-frying at the end. A vegetable washer isn't qualified to challenge the head chef."

Haruyuki didn't dare to make a fuss, only whine inwardly. But his older brother had already been sent to buy things by Kōshū. The only one in the house who would feel sorry for him was Xiao Yao. After Xiao Yao started cooking the rice, he quietly came over to help him wash the vegetables, and he finally quieted down for a while.

"If they're not washed clean, you can't eat!" Kōshū, with his back to Haruyuki, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Haruyuki had no choice but to wash the hastily cleaned vegetable leaves again.

When Hayakawa Aki, panting, ran back with a bunch of Chinese cooking ingredients, he saw a harmonious scene. The two mischievous children were quietly washing vegetables. Because it was too crowded, Lang Zhi had moved to the dining table to chop vegetables, and the head chef Kōshū seemed to be about to start cooking. Seeing him return, Kōshū immediately said, "Quick, I only know how to cook Chinese food. It's too difficult without the ingredients."

After another 30 minutes of torment, dinner was finally served at Hayakawa's house.

The two children had their heads buried in their bowls. Hayakawa had secretly given them something to eat earlier, or they wouldn't have made it this far. They had no other thoughts now, just to eat. And surprisingly, this fierce person could actually cook, except the first bite tasted a bit strange, not Japanese style.

Hayakawa Aki, drinking his Miso Soup, felt that tonight's dinner was unusually quiet, and he admired Kōshū's ability to educate his younger brothers.

Lang Zhi was secretly grateful that he had realized early on that Kōshū wouldn't respond to either soft or hard tactics, or he would have suffered a lot by now.

And in the middle of everyone, Kōshū ate his meal, sighing inwardly, 'Sigh, it's not enough to educate my own brother at home, I even have to come to someone else's house to educate their brothers. And the key is that I'm exhausted. This trip is a loss.'

After dinner, it was already 8:30 PM. The group squeezed into the room again to play two rounds of games. After Kōshū crushed them, the two kids were completely convinced, calling him 'Kōshū Senpai' and asking Kōshū to teach them his skills. When Kōshū and Lang Zhi were about to leave, they obediently stood at the door and bowed to see them off.

"Be good and listen to Hayakawa, or else..."

"Okay—Kōshū Senpai!"

The next morning, as usual, Kōshū dragged Lang Zhi out of bed for a morning run. Ever since the weather started getting cold, Lang Zhi needed to be dragged out of bed.

"I don't want to run today, my heel hurts a bit—" Lang Zhi mumbled.

"So, if you sleep for a while, it won't hurt anymore?" Kōshū initially thought this guy was just trying out a new way to stay in bed, and still dragged him out. But as they ran today, Lang Zhi couldn't keep up, and when asked, he said his leg hurt too.

Kōshū used the rough palpation technique he learned from the sprint team to press around Lang Zhi's leg, roughly judging it to be growing pains. He had been like this for a while too; it wasn't necessarily because he was growing taller, but possibly because he had been overtraining recently.

"Let's go home." There were two doctors at home anyway, even if they were both dentists.

Mr. Sasaki gave Lang Zhi a detailed diagnosis and concluded, "It's just growing pains. Lang Zhi, are you finally starting to grow taller?"

"Congratulations, congratulations, Mom, make Red Bean Rice for Lang Zhi, he's finally growing up."

"That's not it!" Wait, wasn't this denying that he was growing up? Lang Zhi felt something was off: "Anyway, it has nothing to do with Red Bean Rice."

"Apply a hot compress before bed every night from now on, and I'll massage you before you sleep," Shen Qing was also thinking of stewing more bone broth later, to nourish Kōshū as well.

"Eh? A massage?" Lang Zhi was very touched; Shen Qing's motherly love had been so strong lately that his heart had been warm.

"No need—" Kōshū pressed Lang Zhi's head, pushing him down: "I can do it, you're showing already, it's not convenient. Lang Zhi, you agree, right?"

Lang Zhi's head was being pushed down bit by bit by Kōshū. He shook off that hand, but he also knew that Kōshū was right, so he said sullenly, "Yeah, I can do it myself."

"No, let your brother do it, I have experience." Lang Zhi's resistance was ineffective. From today onwards, he might have to endure Kōshū's cruel hands. The two adults seemed happy to see it happen, and Mr. Sasaki even explained to Kōshū the key areas to massage.

So, in the afternoon's team practice, Lang Zhi was taken by Grandma Gu Yue to watch game footage. He was watching a Japanese Professional League game. Grandma Gu Yue sat behind him, seemingly because her ears weren't as sharp, she wasn't aware of the noises she was making, and thought she was being very quiet. In reality, Lang Zhi was drawn back by the sound of the box being dragged and looked back several times, wanting to help but was refused.

After the sound of dragging the box and moving the stool stopped, the sound of small metal objects colliding began to come from behind, very rhythmically. Lang Zhi looked back again and saw Grandma Gu Yue knitting something. The sound of small metal objects colliding was the sound of knitting needles touching.

"Grandma Gu Yue, what are you going to do with such a big box?"

Grandma Gu Yue picked up a scarf that was already shaped from the box: "Look, these are scarves knitted for you."

"Ah, really, with the Little League Team logo." Lang Zhi ran over to look and found that there were already quite a few finished scarves in the box. "Did you knit these all by yourself?"

"No, it was done by everyone in the logistics team. If we can make scarves ourselves, we don't need to buy them from outside." She temporarily stopped her work: "Anyway, I don't have much to do in the team, and that old man at home scolds me, so I might as well knit something for you."

"At my house, it's my grandma who scolds my grandpa?"

Lang Zhi imitated a few sentences: "You forgot to close the washing machine lid again!" "It's all because you put things away randomly, now I don't know where the remote control is!"

"Hahaha—" Grandma Gu Yue laughed: "Now that you mention it, I seem to have scolded the old man like that too."

After a few more chats, Lang Zhi went back to the front to watch the video. It was so comfortable, the sofa was soft, the air was warm, especially listening to the occasional hitting sounds from downstairs, which made him feel even more relaxed.

He hadn't exercised much in the first place, and when he got home, there was also his stinky-faced brother's hot compress and massage, which was simply amazing. At nine o'clock in the evening, Shen Qing brought the bone broth up on time. One day, Lang Zhi was half-asleep and saw Shen Qing come up to check on him, asking if his leg hurt.

"Growing pains are usually more severe at night, so I'll come and see if it hurts and if you can sleep before I go to bed," Shen Qing explained, receiving a hug from Lang Zhi.

"Mom, I've been so happy this week." Then he was ruthlessly pulled apart from the middle by Kōshū: "Excuse me, excuse me. Lang Zhi, you're a big kid now, still so fond of acting spoiled."

So, when Mr. Sasaki asked him if his leg still hurt, Lang Zhi hesitated. Although he had been taken care of a lot recently, it wouldn't be good to keep his family worried like this, so he honestly replied, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Kōshū stopped his chopsticks: "Oh, really? Are you sure it doesn't hurt anymore?"

"...It doesn't hurt anymore, or do you want me to keep hurting?"

"I mean, that way you can participate in Winter Training, great! We brothers together!" Kōshū showed his fangs. He had been enduring humiliation and serving this little ancestor for the past week just to get him better quickly so he could participate in Winter Training.

Ah!! Lang Zhi dropped his chopsticks. How could he forget about this? If he changed his mind now and said his leg hurt, would he get beaten up by Kōshū???

This Friday is another work report~ It's the monthly work report for October~

Let me sort out what we've done~

Last month, we had a week off for the National Day holiday, a week for the quarterly work report, and a week for writing the project completion PPT (some people spent a week writing the work report PPT for the director). Finally, in the last week, we were able to do some work, and now we have to give another work report...

In the past two years of work, the most significant progress I've made is in my PPT skills and work report "performance" skills.