Playing House

Under the influence of Nino Divine Power, not to mention Teddy, even Tyson would have to kneel down.

After buying their drinks at a nearby ice cream shop, Fushimi Makoto and Eriri returned to the area. Eriri Spencer Sawamura's surprised voice immediately rang out, "Why did you take so long...? Huh? They have juice? Is it iced?"

Eriri Spencer Sawamura's voice caught everyone's attention.

When they saw the pile of juice and Milk Tea that Fushimi Makoto was carrying, they suddenly realized, "No wonder you took so long."

"I know you young people like to drink this. If I only brought you snacks, it would make me seem like I don't know how to take care of people." Sawamura Sayuri had a very strong mentality, and her smile was flawless.

"Thank you, Sayuri Lily," the girls said one after another.

Because of her guilty conscience, Sawamura Sayuri forgot to correct them, saying they should call her "older sister."

She brought two cups of coffee to Mrs. Yukinoshita and handed her one, saying, "Don't worry, it's not iced."

"Thank you," Mrs. Yukinoshita said with a smile as she accepted the gift.

They both like hot drinks.

"It's great that we both got to exercise seriously today, which is a rare treat," Sawamura Sayuri said as she sat down next to her best friend.

Upon hearing her bring up the topic of exercise, Mrs. Yukinoshita said with a hint of disdain, "Are you sure you've been exercising seriously? I was completely exhausted from running just now, while you've been slacking off the whole time."

"That's because I exercise regularly, so I don't need any extra, mandatory workouts to maintain my figure."

"I also practice yoga and aerobics, but I still tried my best to cooperate with you on the court."

"Okay, okay, I admit I was wrong, alright?"

The two beautiful women chatted and laughed for a while, Sawamura Sayuri suddenly turned around and glanced at Fushimi Makoto, who was with the girls.

This guy is really thick-skinned. I've swallowed a thousand needles, and he still acts like nothing happened!

"What are you looking at?" Mrs. Yukinoshita noticed.

Sawamura Sayuri's lips curled up, perhaps because she felt a great sense of accomplishment for having managed to deceive her extremely perceptive best friend.

She laughed, her tone unchanged. "I was thinking, should we challenge him again later? It's still two of us on team, two against one, so the advantage is in our favor."

"I refuse." Mrs. Yukinoshita answered without hesitation.

Why?

"Because I can guess that even if you go back on the field, you'll just keep slacking off, and then I'll be the only one sweating and putting in the effort."

Mrs. Yukinoshita said, touching her hair which was still damp with sweat, "I'd rather go back and take a shower sooner."

"I want to take a shower too, but they're having so much fun, we can stay a little longer." Sawamura Sayuri had also worked up a lot of sweat.

Mrs. Yukinoshita did not refute this time. Since everyone had come out together and her daughter's progress was becoming more and more obvious, she certainly wouldn't want to spoil the fun.

Just then, a male voice came from the entrance of the venue. "Excuse me, do you need any more people here?"

Everyone turned around and saw two tall, thin young men standing there, holding tennis rackets and dressed in their new clothes.

"I don't need it, thank you." Utaha refused directly.

It was obvious to everyone that these two people had come specifically to strike up a conversation.

"Excuse me, this is a private gathering. Please try asking elsewhere." Nakano Ichika put on the fake, polite smile she always wore when facing the media.

The two young men seemed taken aback by the smile, pausing for a second before the one who had spoken first quickly interjected, "We meant no harm, really. It seems there aren't any other venues nearby, so we came to ask."

This time, Yukino and Utaha's expressions turned cold. They had refused so decisively, yet the other party still wouldn't leave.

"Fushimi, it's up to you." Yukino decided to assign the task to Fushimi Makoto.

Fushimi Makoto picked up his racket, stood up, and said to the two young men, "If you want to join our match, you'll have to pass my tennis test."

The two exchanged a smile, then smiled confidently, "No problem, we're the main players on the university tennis team."

Fushimi Makoto how happy they were, Fushimi Makoto was also pleased.

Two minutes later.

"Give me back the ball, I want to go home!"

"I'm not playing anymore! This is murder tennis!"

The two men who tried to pick her up ran away crying.

They were really crying.

Fushimi Makoto didn't hurt them; he just made sure his swings were powerful and heavy, ensuring his opponents couldn't reach the ball.

If his previous tennis games with girls were considered normal, then this time his tennis style took on a cameo role in "Tom and Jerry".

With each powerful swing, the tennis ball, almost invisible to the naked eye, grazed past the opponent's body before slamming hard against the wall behind them with a thud.

The reason it didn't hit the net that's meant to prevent the tennis ball from flying too far is because Makoto Fushimi had already punched Fushimi Makoto in it...

This terrifying "murder tennis" terrified the two men who had approached them; their legs went weak, and they dared not linger any longer.

"Was that your full power just now?" Yukino stood beside the torn net, examining it with a serious expression.

"More or less," Fushimi Makoto gave an ambiguous answer.

Yukino pursed her lips and remained silent.

Almost.

That means there's an even higher intensity to come.

This guy has really become a superhero!

Yukino reached out and touched the net, feeling the gap between her and him widening.

Everyone, including the two beautiful women, was astonished by Fushimi Makoto's performance just now.

After Yukino went to check the net, the others followed suit and began discussing the net that had a hole in it.

"He hit every single ball to this spot!"

"Are we going to have to pay compensation?"

"With his strength, he could make a lot of money carrying bricks on a construction site."

"Eriri Spencer Sawamura, have you caught Fushimi's crap? You've become stupid too."

"Xia Laofei, are you an idiot? I was just joking!"

"..."

After a while of commotion, the girls, except for the two beautiful women who didn't know enough about Fushimi Makoto's abilities, quickly accepted the fact.

Next, Ichika and Nino took turns facing off against Fushimi Makoto, and the group played until dinnertime before finally breaking up.

The Nakano Family's driver had brought the car over beforehand, and Ichika waved to Fushimi Makoto upon seeing him. "Get in, let's go back together."

Fushimi Makoto could speak, Mrs. Yukinoshita said, "You should go back first. I have something to discuss with him."

Sawamura Sayuri added, "We still have a lot of questions to ask this guy."

The five sisters were stunned for a moment, recalling the scene of Fushimi Makoto easily hitting the net just now.

They all felt that the two aunties wanted to "torture" Fushimi Makoto.

Nakano Ichika smiled smugly and got into the car with her sisters.

"Don't we need to stay and help?" Itsuki asked after getting on the bus.

"Anyway, it'll be over tomorrow, so even if the two aunties ask some tricky questions, there's nothing to worry about," Ichika said cheerfully.

Nino rolled her eyes. "Since you're so eager to see Makoto make a fool of himself, why don't you just stay here, Ichika?"

"If I stay, won't I be separated from you all? I love you all very much, I absolutely can't be separated from you!" Nakano Ichika grin.

Miku Nakano shifted her position in disgust, moving further away from Ichika: "You're clearly worried that if you stay, you won't be able to help but laugh out loud."

On the other side.

Because Utaha was close to Yukino Eriri Spencer Sawamura, Sawamura Sayuri naturally brought her along as well.

However, after getting into the car, Sawamura Sayuri first put a bag under the seat.

Her action aroused Mrs. Yukinoshita's suspicion. "Why don't you put your bag on the seat?"

"Because I'm lazy," Sawamura Sayuri, spouting nonsense.

Mrs. Yukinoshita lazy to say anything more; after all, it was just a small matter.

However, this is no small matter.

Because inside that bag were Sawamura Sayuri's discarded underwear.

Although she didn't think her best friend and the three girls Yukino, would be so rude as to rummage through her bag, she was cautious and would never allow anything to go wrong.

"Luckily, I was smart enough to bring an extra set of clothes with me today."

Sawamura Sayuri glanced at the last bit of mineral water left on her seat and inwardly gave herself a small pat on the back.

Chapter 388 Playing House

Since everyone came out to relax today, neither the Yukinoshita nor the Sawamura families arranged for a driver to come. Even the five sisters only got a driver because Nakano Maruo found out they were out having fun, and that's why the headmaster specially arranged for a driver to come and pick them up.

The two beautiful women had already gotten into the car, with Mrs. Yukinoshita in the driver's seat, clearly indicating that she was driving.

Fushimi Makoto didn't rush to get in the car. Since Utaha had left her power bank behind, Eriri Spencer Sawamura accompanied her back to the tennis court.

"How about we all come to my house for dinner later? Makoto will cook." Sawamura Sayuri leaned back in her chair, looking like a lazy, beautiful woman.

"Since we're having dinner at your home, you should be the ones cooking," Fushimi Makoto from outside the car.

Sawamura Sayuri leaned out of the car window. "What? Your older sister is so good to you, and you won't even cook a meal for me?"

Oh, that's alright then.

She did a really good job.

Sitting in the back seat, Yukino thought for a moment and decided not to go home for the time being.

She really misses the kind of peanuts that Fushimi Makoto made.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura and Utaha returned shortly after, but as soon as they got into the car and before they could even close the door, they heard a man's voice outside. "Excuse me, is this Ms. Sawamura's car?"

Sawamura Sayuri rolled down the car window and looked out, exclaiming in surprise, "Mr. Takeuchi? What are you doing here?"

Two men were standing outside. The one who spoke was probably quite old, with a kind and friendly face.

The man next to me was tall and strong, with skin darker than average, probably from years of working out in the sun. His short-sleeved shirt and sweatpants couldn't hide his muscle definition, making it obvious that he had worked out.

Mrs. Yukinoshita also got out of the car, because she also knew Mr. Takeuchi.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura whispered from the back seat, "I think he was an official? I can't quite remember, because Mom doesn't let me get involved in these things."

Yukino looked thoughtful. "I think I remember this face... Oh, I think I saw it in the election news."

"An election? So he's here specifically to get close to me?" Utaha guessed.

The three girls whispered among themselves for a while, and when they noticed that Fushimi Makoto didn't interrupt, Utaha couldn't help but feel a little surprised. "Fushimi, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Because I'm not interested," Fushimi Makoto said truthfully.

Utaha chuckled and joked, "I thought a guy as capable as you would be interested in things like elections."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura nodded her little head. "Quite a few boys in our class like to talk about this kind of thing."

Fushimi Makoto chuckled. "Unless it's Fujiwara Chika running for office, I really have no interest."

"Who is Fujiwara Chika?" The three beautiful girls immediately looked at her with suspicion. "Judging from her name, she must be a woman, so she's a female official?"

"You don't need to worry about these little things... By the way, Auntie and the others seem to have a lot to talk about. Should we go down for some fresh air? It's still a bit stuffy in the car," Fushimi Makoto suggested.

None of the three Yukino, refused.

After getting off the bus, they deliberately kept their distance to avoid disturbing the conversation of the four people over there.

However, both Yukino and Utaha noticed that the tall, strong man over there seemed to have been staring at them since earlier.

The two girls with long, straight black hair exchanged a glance.

Utaha asked with her eyes: Who is that guy? Who is he looking at?

Yukino gently shook her head; she wasn't quite sure either.

At that moment, Eriri Spencer Sawamura muttered softly, "Why do I feel like that tall guy keeps looking this way? Is it just my imagination?"

Utaha gave Yukino another look: Look, even that idiot Eriri Spencer Sawamura noticed it. That guy doesn't seem to be trying to hide it at all.