Hiroshi: Miya, you've worked hard.

On the Chunin Ninja Exams, Hiroshi specifically asked for a day off.

In the bedroom, Hiroshi stood by the bed, hands on his Hands on hips, taking a deep breath.

"Shin-chan, wake up."

A small bulge appeared in the blanket, remaining motionless.

Hiroshi waited two seconds, then raised his voice. "Shin-chan, wake up, we're going to Chunin Ninja Exams today."

Xiao Bao rolled over, making a muffled sound, "Ugh... just five more minutes..."

Hiroshi scratched his head, waited two more minutes, and said, "Five minutes are up, get up."

"Just five more minutes of sleep..."

You've already said that once.

"Then let's sleep one more time..."

Hiroshi scratched his head and nudged Shin-chan, "Shin-chan, get up, everyone's waiting for you."

Who's waiting?

"Mom is waiting, and so am I."

"Okay," Shin-chan said, "Then you guys go first."

Hiroshi opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

He glanced back at the doorway; Miya was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, with a "I knew this would happen" expression on her face.

Hiroshi turned around and nudged Shin-chan again. "Shin-chan, stop fooling around and get up."

"I'm not making a fuss, I'm sleeping."

"The sun's already high in the sky."

"Let the sun shine a little longer."

Hiroshi took a deep breath and reached out to pull him.

Shin-chan is like a boneless fish, being pulled up and then sliding down, being pulled up and then sliding down again.

"Shin-chan!"

"Daddy, you're so noisy!" Shin-chan rolled over and buried his face in the pillow. "Just as noisy as Mommy..."

A cross appeared on Hiroshi's forehead.

"Get up now!"

Shin-chan opened his eyes a crack, glanced at him, and then closed them again.

"Dad, you're so close! I can smell your bad breath."

Hiroshi's face froze.

Miya sighed and walked over, "Move aside."

Hiroshi quickly stepped aside.

Miya squatted down, yanked off the blanket, grabbed Shin-chan, and lifted him up.

"Stand up!"

Shin-chan swayed in the air twice, his eyes still closed.

"Mom, I'm so sleepy..."

"What do you mean 'sleepy'? Who told you to stay up so late last night?"

Miya put him on the ground. Shin-chan stood for two seconds, then his body started to sway to the side. Miya caught him and pushed him to the sink.

"Brush your teeth and wash your face, then be out in three minutes."

Shin-chan closed his eyes, picked up his toothbrush, squeezed out toothpaste, and brushed his teeth, getting toothpaste foam all over his face.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Shin-chan finally opened his eyes a crack.

He swayed Earth Flow the dining table and sat down, his head nodding as he dozed off.

Hiroshi sat opposite him, looking at him, and suddenly said, "Miya."

"Um?"

Do you do this every morning?

"Almost."

Hiroshi paused for a moment, then said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Now you know, right?"

Hiroshi nodded. True spiritual practice meant outsmarting and outmaneuvering this little devil every morning.

After eating a couple of bites, Shin-chan finally felt a little better.

"Isn't Dad going to work today?"

"I've taken the day off," Hiroshi said. "I'm going with you guys to watch the exam today."

"Oh." Shin-chan nodded and took another bite of rice.

After the three finished breakfast, Miya checked everything again.

Hiroshi stood at the doorway, tidying himself up in front of the mirror again and again.

"Alright, you look pretty energetic."

Hiroshi straightened his collar again. "Really? Isn't this too informal?"

"Going to take an exam isn't like going on a blind date."

"But the VIP seating..."

"Let's go, let's go." Miya pushed him out the door. "We'll be late if we dawdle any longer."

Shin-chan was squatting in the Genkan putting on his shoes, Shiro circled around his feet, wagging his tail like a fan.

"Shiro, you want to go too?"

"Woof!"

"Then you must behave and not run around."

"Woof!"

Shin-chan put on his shoes and pushed open the door.

A red carpet was laid out at the entrance, stretching from their House Door all the way to the street corner.

A black carriage was parked at the end of the red carpet.

A butler stood beside the carriage and bowed slightly when he saw Shin-chan emerge.

"Good morning, Shin-chan master. Her Highness the Princess has sent me to greet you all."

Shin-chan looked down at the red carpet beneath his feet, then looked up at the carriage. "What a big carriage!"

Please get in the car.

Shiro sniffed the red carpet, stomped on it twice, and then ran forward, its four little legs moving incredibly fast.

"Shiro, wait for me!" Shin-chan called out and ran after him.

Hiroshi stood at the doorway, his foot dangling over the threshold, not stepping down for a long time.

Miya stood beside him, not moving, her hand tightly gripping Hiroshi's sleeve.

"Are they here to pick us up?"

"It seems so."

"Shall we walk the red carpet?"

"It seems so."

Miya a deep breath. "My legs are a little weak."

Hiroshi swallowed hard. "Me too."

The two people stood at the doorway, like two pillars.

On the red carpet, Shin-chan had already run a lap around the carriage, with Shiro following behind, his tail wagging rapidly.

"Dad, Mom, hurry up!"

The butler also turned around, bowed slightly, and extended his hand in a "please" gesture.

Hiroshi took a deep breath, lifted his foot, and stepped on it. The red carpet was softer than he had imagined.

Miya followed behind him, her hand still clutching his sleeve.

"Hiroshi."

"Um?"

Do I walk with my arms and legs moving in unison?

Hiroshi glanced at it. "No."

"Then why do I feel like someone is watching me?"

After finally reaching the carriage, the butler opened the door and pulled out a folding footboard, which he then laid on the ground.

"Please."

Hiroshi went up first.

The carriage was luxurious, but he didn't know which side to sit on.

Miya followed and also froze.

Shin-chan had already crawled up from the other side and plopped down in the innermost spot, the soft cushion bouncing him slightly.

Shiro jumped up, spun around his feet, and lay down.

"Dad, Mom, come sit down!" Shin-chan patted the seat next to him. "It's so soft and comfortable!"

Hiroshi Miya exchanged a glance, then sat side by side, motionless.

Shin-chan was already squirming in his seat. "This cushion is so bouncy, Dad, look!"

He sat down hard, and his whole body bounced up.

"Shin-chan, don't move!" Miya quickly held him down. "What if you damage someone's car?"

"It won't break." Shin-chan flicked it again. "Look, it's so sturdy."

The car door closed.

The wheels rolled over the ground, making a soft, steady gurgling sound; you could barely feel any bumps.

Miya peeked out through the gap in the curtains.

People on the street were all looking at the carriage; some were pointing at it, and others were whispering among themselves.

She quickly pulled the curtain down, her heart pounding.

Shin-chan leaned against the window, pulled back the curtain a large section, and waved to the outside. "Hello everyone!"

Hiroshi was startled and quickly pulled him back. "Stop fooling around!"

Why? There are so many people outside.

"It's because of so many people."

Miya added, "Shin-chan, sit still and don't move around."

Shin-chan tilted his head, not understanding why he couldn't wave when there were many people around.