Love Comes After Learning

As for Guqiao's father, since his wife died, he didn't know how to face his own daughter, right?

After all, he has never met the other party with his own eyes, so Asada can only guess based on Fumino's words and the materials he has read.

I don't think any of them have ever taken parenting classes for single dads.

After thinking about it, this is the girls' own housework after all, and Asada listened silently, without interrupting, just chatting casually with Wuyue and Yihua on her mobile phone from time to time.

The afternoon race officially started, Sanjiu returned to the medical service station, and Yotsuba went to the playground to prepare for the delayed [-]-meter race.

Li Zhu didn't come here to accompany her parents, so only five of the eight students in the student union were here.Although it may disturb Uesugi Fuutarou who is concentrating on writing math problems, no one will care about this kind of thing-it's not that everyone except Asada doesn't want to talk to him, but the whole playground is filled with the noise of cheering, here It was not suitable for learning, and I don't know what he is insisting on.

"So, you don't cherish having such good parents. I have seen you stare at your aunt several times!"

Er Nao and Wen Nai chatted halfway, and for some reason they began to turn their attention to Asada.

Wen Nai also nodded, and echoed: "Yes, Mr. Asada, we can't do anything if we want our family to come, but you are in a hurry to drive Auntie and the others out. Is this because you are in the blessing and don't know the blessing?"

She paused for a moment, then with a serious face, as if teaching a kindergarten student, she taught him a serious tone:

"No matter what, you must be filial to your parents!"

Asada looked at her delicately.

"Is this what someone who called his father an asshole just now should say?"

"My, my situation is different! Your parents cared so much about you and didn't say anything when you treated them indifferently. Isn't it right to be filial to such parents?"

"I didn't treat them indifferently...Forget it, you are right."

Asada resolutely gave up the dispute, looked at Nino and opened her mouth hesitantly, making her frown slightly.

"What? Is there anything you want to say?"

"Hmm..." Asada pondered for half a second before asking a question suddenly.

"The second grade interclass relay race starts at [-]:[-] p.m., right?"

"Well, that's right."

What Asada asked was the only competition that Nino participated in today, logically speaking, he should know it clearly.

"Why do you ask knowingly?"

Nino tilted her head, and the curve of her neck was like a pebble on a river bed, amazingly smooth and soft.

"It's nothing. Just to confirm." Asada shook his head, and the corners of his mouth seemed to rise slightly.

Er Nai immediately wrinkled the tip of her nose and stared at his expression.

"It's suspicious, are you thinking of something strange?"

"Yeah, I'm thinking about you..." Asada was about to say a few words casually, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fumino's expectant expression of "keep talking", and the voice continued without a pause.

"If you don't do some preparatory exercises in advance, be careful to wait until you run and get injured."

"No. You don't have to worry about me, I don't intend to do my best anymore." Er Nao waved his hand, took out a comb and a small mirror and began to straighten his thick long hair, but did not tie it into a ponytail for easy movement.

The mirror reflected her unmotivated eyes, Er Nao curled her lips to herself, and said casually:

"Our class didn't intend to win the rankings, and I just participated in the relay to make up the number. Running desperately would make people feel strange? It's like rushing to show off."

"It makes sense."

Asada nodded as a reply, and not long after, she said that she was going to the toilet and left her seat.

Yihua looked at his butt, half-closed his eyes, and quietly reminded Wuyue.

"Aren't you going to follow up and have a look?"

May frowned, without even thinking about it, she plausibly said:

"I wouldn't do that. Follow Asada-kun to the toilet, that's something only a pervert would do!"

Yihua couldn't help but chuckle, and quickly suppressed the smile, drawing out her voice.

"However, Shinichi-kun doesn't look like he wants to go to the toilet~ If he uses the toilet as an excuse and ends up fooling around with a vixen who doesn't know where—"

"That won't happen! I believe in Asada-kun's integrity!"

Nakano Wuyue stood up with an upright face, her steamed bun face congealed into a square toast, very upright and serious.

"But as the vice-chairman and secretary, I should be by my side, protecting him in the dark, and being prepared for any contingencies.

"In this way, when the vixen appears...cough cough cough, when he needs help, I can reach out in time to solve his needs!"

"Wow, amazing~" Yihua clapped her hands a few times without emotion, her tone full of admiration.

"Your professionalism, my sister, I already fully understand... You really deserve to be May, my proud sister!"

Wuyue followed behind Asada, and couldn't help showing a smug smile when she heard the words, raised her head like a proud little meat bun, and said with great confidence:

"Of course, I'm growing every day—"

"It's just that the attributes of the stalker probably can't be changed, and it's getting more and more perverted and boring."

"Hey!!!

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Nakano Yotsuba stood beside the track, greeted the rest of the contestants, and began to warm up.

The white and tight thighs are pressed on the ground, the pink shoulder-length short hair is slightly hanging down, and a pair of blue eyes are raised instead, staring at the runners on the runway, the emotions contained in it are as calm and peaceful as the surface of water .

Doing countless warm-up exercises has already become a muscle reflex. At this moment, she let go of her control over her body, and devoted all her attention to the running posture of each runner, watching them gallop forward like a horse. The figure, listening to the dull sound of the shoe treading on the soil, fed everything back into his mind and began to think.

"The fastest is...seconds, if it is generally at this level, about [-]% of the speed will be fine..."

Muttering the contemptuous evaluation, Yotsuba jumped up from the ground and began to adjust her breathing, making herself fully prepared to win the first place with the least effort and the most stable running method.

It's not that you can't be number one, but being too aggressive will make everyone worry, and it will waste the warmth of Asada-san's palm——

So, for the first time in the game, Nakano Yotsuba used his brain fully.

All along, she has been going all out, leaving no room for distraction to her opponent or herself, and has brought her physical advantages to the extreme.

But this time due to physical factors, if he ran with all his strength, he might not be able to support the team relay at the end. Yotsuba could only choose to turn his little head to come up with the best plan to overcome the difficulties.

It is not an easy task to drain the water just right—at least for Yotsuba, who is not smart enough, it is easier to run as much as he can until he falls down.

"If it really doesn't work, just run slower in the front and continue to speed up in the back!"

Clover pursed her mouth and clenched her fists, cheering herself up.

She is confident that she can run faster than anyone else, but she doesn't know if she can run the full distance in one piece.

after all……

"Well!"

As soon as I thought of this, severe pain came from my lower abdomen.

Clementine gritted her teeth, and didn't care about observing the other contestants, she just wrinkled her face tightly and focused all her attention on fighting the pain in her body.

It was like an ice crusher was constantly stirring in the lower abdomen, and the tight pain was constantly impacting the nerves. The most vulnerable part of the girl was like being hit by an ice pick, and the cold and painful shivering sensation spread from the abdomen to the whole body. The stability of breathing was tyrannically taken away.

If you dare to relax a little bit, you will have a feeling that all the contents of your stomach will be scattered on the ground from below, and the blood will flow dry like a dike. move.

"hiss……"

The warm sun in the sky was covered by white clouds. It was obviously a good sky scene, but because the warm light was no longer there, it became a little gray and cold.

If possible, Yotsuba really wanted to lie in a warm bed and have a good rest now, instead of standing on the cold and wide playground, preparing to continue to destroy her body.

She still lied to Asada-san.

Fortunately, as long as she doesn't have to speak, her acting skills will not lose to Yihua - so from lunch until now, no one has noticed that the pain in her body is gradually increasing; Several times I thought about giving up the game and going home to rest.

"However, we must not fall by the wayside—!"

Like letting out a spiritual roar on the toilet while constipated, Yotsuba almost suppressed her pale face to a healthy rosy color before she escaped from the waves of pain that hit her like waves.

The body gradually sent a signal of relaxation, leaving only a relatively mild soreness, which repeatedly rubbed her lower abdominal nerves like a blunt knife, as if the sharp pain would come back at any time.

After wiping the cold sweat off her head and finishing her short and rapid breathing, Yotsuba supported her limp knee and couldn't help but wryly smiled.

"Oh... I didn't expect physical pain to be such a terrible thing..."

If you hadn't committed all the taboos of being overtired, drinking cold drinks, blowing cold wind, lifting heavy objects, and strenuous exercise, Yotsuba, who usually doesn't feel much during her menstrual period, would not be able to run [-] meters at the same speed even if she bleed twice as much. How slow will it be by a second.

But now, the retribution of being careless, being brave, and not taking good care of one's body is coming—Nakano Yotsuba misses herself in the morning very much at this moment, and it is really a wonderful thing to be able to run as much as she wants, and her hands and feet are no longer heavy.

"That's not okay... Try to finish this race first, and then go to the health room to rest for a while to prepare for the team relay."

After making up her mind, the pain in her body seemed to decrease a little, so Yotsuba took this opportunity to move her hands and feet.

While reinjecting strength into her limp limbs, she begged her body to get through the match first, and let it be free if it hurts during the rest later, and don't come out to make trouble now.

"Next is the final of the [-]-meter race, please prepare behind the starting line."

Soon, the broadcast sounded, and Yotsuba stepped onto the starting line with her opponents at a steady pace.

"call……"

Feeling the cold November wind blowing head-on, which seemed to have a smell of mud, the girl let out a long breath, closed her eyes slightly, and fastened the red rabbit ear hairband on her head.

When I opened my eyes again, all distracting thoughts had been cleared away, and only the finish line ahead remained in my azure blue eyes, as well as the tenacious will that seemed to have abandoned all unnecessary emotions and would not lose to anything.

Yes, a will of steel.

"Every player is in position, ready to—"

He leaned over and planted his toes on the ground.

"boom!"

At the moment of the gunshot, she could clearly feel the wind blowing past her quickly, raising her headband, her hair, and the goosebumps on her arms.

A sense of carefree indulgence emerges with the swift running with ease, making her leap forward briskly like a swift gliding across the ice, with a smile involuntarily floating on her face.

With no one by her side, she even gradually pulled away the other opponents, and rushed to the front with a single ride.

"very good!"

Clover settled down, intending to maintain a constant speed and reach the finish line steadily and easily.

Two hundred meters is not considered long, it feels like just turning a corner, the end is in front of you, and you are the closest person to the white line.

Obviously there was only the last distance left, and as he ran, the smile on Yotsuba's face gradually froze and became slightly distorted.