Chapter 16: Ayane Yamamoto

In his sleep, Li Xuehao was awakened by the smell of a meal.
Sitting up from the bed, the sky is already bright, and I watched the time again, less than 6:30.
There was a burst of food and drink downstairs. Li Xuehao was not too surprised. It was speculated that the tenants staying here last night were cooking breakfast.
Dressed up from the upstairs, turned into the living room, and saw the open kitchen, Sakurai Keiko wearing apron is busy with something.
Hearing the footsteps of the downstairs, Sakurai Keiko turned and smiled at Li Xuehao: "Zhen Zhongjun, you can eat it soon. You should brush your teeth first."
"Oh." Li Xuehao looked indifferently and nodded. Turning around, the expression on his face was instantly enriched, and there was a shock and a sneak peek. Just the expression of Keiko Sakurai, just like a good wife is greeting her husband, this feeling is very heart-felt, it seems that someone in the morning is so self-confident... very good?
Thinking of this, Li Xuehao suddenly was shocked. Although he added more than 40 in his life, the body at this time was only 15 years old, and Sakurai Sakurai was at least 25 years old. The two men were ten years old and seemed to be a bit big.
I have never tried this gentle taste in my life, and Li Xuehao entered the bathroom with some complicated emotions.
After washing, from the bathroom, Sakurai Keiko has placed the cooked breakfast on the table.
The dishes are very rich, combining Japanese and Western styles. Milk, bread, eggs, and a bowl of fragrant rice, side dishes are also unique, grilled fish, vegetables, miso soup, everything, in addition to bright colors, the smell of the fragrance is also a sensation to appease.
"I don't know if it tastes good, really Zhongjun, please don't hesitate." Sakurai Keiko is a mistress of the house.
"Then I will start." Li Xuehao put away the point in his heart and took a bite of grilled fish.
Biting in the mouth, the outside is crisp and tender, the cotton is moderately sweet, and the taste is really good. Japanese schools have family classes and teach cooking, but not every Japanese woman is a good cook. Some women still think that they are eating poison.
As a big lady, Miss Sakurai Keiko, the craftsmanship of the dishes is not only bad, but even so unbelievable. Obviously, after hard work, it is not a "princess" who comes to the mouth to open his mouth.
"How, Zhen Zhongjun?" Sakurai Sakurai looked at him with a look.
"It's delicious." Li Xuehao did not swear by his own praise, but also took a sip of the grilled fish and said, "Miss Keiko, whoever comes to you will have a good fortune in the future." This is a subconscious sentence.
Sakurai Keiko’s tender face was slightly red, and then Li Xuehao also revealed his joy:
Shen Zhongjun is satisfied.

"Hey, the dishes I made are also very good. Keiko's cooking skills are still taught by me." Sakurai Sakae got out of the ceiling and said in front of Li Xuehao without hesitation.
"Sister." Sakurai Sakurai was quite embarrassed and called out.
"Keiko, don't you go to work today?" Sakurai Miko looked at her sister and swelled her bun face.
"I haven't gotten the time yet." Keiko Sakurai replied, and then looked at Li Xuehao, who was eating fast, "Zhen Zhongjun, when do we go to 'resurreate' my sister?"
"I will go to you after the class is finished in the afternoon." Li Xuehao slowly drank the miso soup.
"Then I will pick you up."
"Miss Keiko, this is no trouble. After the class, I will go directly to your home." Although the Kendo club has been high-profile once, Li Xuehao does not want to continue to high-profile. If he can keep a low profile in school, he should try to keep a low profile.
"That's okay, but really Zhongjun, we have already exchanged email addresses. I hope that Zhenzhongjun can inform me before coming."
"Ok."
"This is a lunch, really Zhongjun and so on, remember to bring to school." Sakurai Sakurai also brought a beautiful lunch box, placed in front of Li Xuehao. Although the lunch box has been covered, but the dishes inside are certainly rich, faint, Li Xuehao smelled the scent of the food.
......
After I saw Sakurai Sakako, Li Xuehao went to school with a lunch box.
I changed the indoor shoes and didn't enter the classroom. In the hallway, I met Yamamoto Ryota who came out of the classroom. When I saw him, my eyes suddenly lit up and excitedly said, "Good morning, really."
"Good morning, Yamamoto." Li Xuehao also responded.
"Yesterday, you said to go back and think about it. How is it now?" Yamamoto came to him too big and dazzled, and touched his lunch box. When it touched the heavy hand, it seemed to swallow it secretly. Saliva.
"Yamamoto, I have thought about it. There is no problem in teaching you Kendo, but can you stick to it?" Yesterday, Yamamoto said that he would like to worship him as a teacher to learn kendo. Li Xuehao said that he would go back and think about it. I didn't expect Yamamoto to be so anxious, but actually blocked him in the corridor.
"Do not worry, in fact, I am very persevering." Yamamoto is too excited and confident.
"That's good, you will get up and go running at 4 o'clock tomorrow morning, and come back to me after running for a month." Li Xuehao did not intend to teach Shan Benliang to be too martial. He is not proficient in the so-called "kendo", and he Proficient places are obviously not suitable for teaching each other. The reason for this is to make Yamamoto too difficult to retreat.
Sure enough, Yamamoto Ryoichi heard this, and his face showed a distressing look: "4 o'clock? Really, why is it so early? Also, why is it going to find you after running for a month?"
"Because your current body does not meet the requirements of practicing kendo, you must exercise for one month and barely meet the requirements before you can learn. Also, practicing kendo in addition to running, every day..."
After waiting for Li Xuehao to finish, Yamamoto Ryota has interrupted his words: "Really, learn the kendo thing later, I said that my sister will come to me yesterday, but my sister did not appear, but I will definitely come today. Remember what I asked about you yesterday? Please be sure to remember that those snacks are eaten by you alone, please!"
"I know, Yamamoto, has anyone said that you are embarrassed?" Li Xuehao was quite helpless, but let Yamamoto dispel the idea of ​​learning kendo, and finally achieved the goal.
Yamamoto is too embarrassed to laugh, just want to say something again, his face suddenly stiff, and some look timidly behind Li Xuehao.
Li Xuehao moved in his heart and turned to look at him and saw a girl standing in front of him.
The girl is not tall, about one meter six or so, with small and medium-sized short hair, hands on hips, and standing under the feet, it is a girl with a strong atmosphere.
Although the body is not high, but the legs are slender, the mid-length skirt of the school uniform still allows her to wear the effect of the short skirt.
And the hair style is neutral, but it looks very cute, very beautiful, especially on her chest, how to say it, very big, big, much bigger than ordinary adult women, this absolutely It’s not what she can have at this age. She can only say that God is too fond of her.
"You are Zhenzhonghao?" The girl looked at Li Xuehao, and her narrow eyes narrowed slightly. Although it was just a very ordinary question, it gave a very dangerous feeling.
"Good morning, school sister, I am the real middle two of the first grade c class." Seeing that Yamamoto is too familiar with this girl and the mouse seeing the cat, Li Xuehao immediately guessed the identity of the other party, although he did not have the dangerous consciousness, But in my heart, I also regretted that Mrs. Yamamoto was so happy. She knew that her sister was so difficult to do so, but she refused him.
"Good morning." The child carefully examined Li Xuehao for a while, and the girl responded faintly, then hooked her finger at Shan Benliang. "Good, come over."
"Sister." Yamamoto is too pleading in his eyes, like a puppy that is about to be abandoned.
"The night before, how many snacks I ate, I will not pursue it, but who is drinking the drink?" Yamamoto stunned his eyes on his brother's face.
"Sister, the drinks are all drunk by one person, I swear!" Yamamoto is too quick to pull Li Xuehao out as a shield.
Li Xuehao licked his nose and smiled in his heart. The mountain of this teammate was too uninhibited. He just drank one of the bottles.
Yamamoto's voice will be sharply aimed at Li Xuehao, and the muscles in his eyes seem to be beating: "Really... classmates! Is it right?" Is the drink you drink alone?"
"...Yes." Although the scalp is numb, Li Xuehao still admits that there is a cargo of a teammate like Yamamoto Ryota. It is too normal for a few years.
When I heard the definitive answer, Yamamoto’s voice flashed a bit of weirdness, pretending to ask:
There is a bottle of drink with a lipstick on it. Did you see it?

"... It seems that there is such a thing." Li Xuehao's memory has always been good, and his identity is different from ordinary people, it is even more impossible to remember. However, at this time, in this atmosphere, there is still room for ambiguity in answering.
But next to Yamamoto, too, did not quite match him. He suddenly pointed to Li Xuehao: "In the truth, the bottle of drink is for you to drink. I remember, you still want to ask me how there will be a lipstick on the drink..."
"You shut me up!" Yamamoto's voice screamed to interrupt his brother's words, scared the latter to shrink his head and did not dare to swear, then looked at Li Xuehao, his eyes seemed to dare not look straight, and floated outside the corridor: " Very good, since it is your drink, I will not look for you in the name of your schoolmate."
Li Xuehao apologized apologetically: "Yes, I am sorry, I don't know..."
"It doesn't matter." Yamamoto's voice was very stunned by a man, and then his eyes became sharp again, but the object of watching was her brother, "Good--"
"Yes, my sister." Yamamoto is too embarrassed to be obedient to the cat.
"At noon, we have lunch together, um... you are together." The last sentence was to Li Xuehao. After the words, his face seemed red, and then he snorted and turned away.