I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 268 - 122. Teaching the Underclassman and Physical Training, Natsuki Kuri and Fukaeri Have a Secret_3

Chapter 268: 122. Teaching the Underclassman and Physical Training, Natsuki Kuri and Fukaeri Have a Secret_3

The five of them sat under the shade of a tree, enjoying chilled drinks and fruits.

Hoshimi Rinko leaned against a pine tree, her knees drawn up as she continued reading "The Dancing Girl of Izu"; Kasahara Asuka sat on the sand with her cheek resting on her mother’s thigh; Mrs. Hoshimi lay on her side, her fist supporting her cheek, facing the sea.

The azure sea was right in front of them, the sea breeze blew by, causing the trees to sway their leaves as if tickled, and the contours of the clouds were crystal clear. Fujiwara Reya was sipping lemon soda with ice, gazing at the azure sea surface and the distant emerging islands, as vividly colored small boats traced arcs on the waves.

"What was Mr. Fujiwara’s childhood like?" Mrs. Hoshimi suddenly inquired with curiosity.

"Childhood? It was quite ordinary..." Fujiwara Reya placed his hands behind his head, watching the changing white clouds in the sky, "Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"I remember Rinko mentioned that you can do so many things, easily picking up various instruments..." Saying this, Mrs. Hoshimi turned over to face Fujiwara Reya directly, with a slight smile: "If you don’t mind, perhaps you could share. After all, I’m considering the idea of making you my son-in-law, so learning more isn’t a bad thing."

"I want to hear too!" Mrs. Kasahara chimed in with a gossip-loving tone.

"There’s not much to say, really, it’s just been reading all along..." Fujiwara Reya yawned, listening to the sound of waves washing against the beach, "Self-study in the morning, free time in the afternoon, mostly running about on the mountain tops. In the evening, I took art lessons with my mother; all the music, poetry, painting skills are inherited from my mother’s excellent genes."

"I really wish I could meet your mother." Mrs. Hoshimi said regretfully.

"Miss Hoshimi can just look in the mirror." Fujiwara Reya said earnestly, "My mother is just like you, intelligent, elegant, beautiful, strong, and she was always kind to me."

And both of them have small busts.

Slick talker... Hoshimi Rinko secretly glared at the school junior who was chatting merrily with her mother.

Mrs. Kasahara, on the lounge chair, was taken aback: "Does this child’s mouth sneak off at night for extra lessons?"

"That’s the best compliment I’ve ever heard." Mrs. Hoshimi chuckled, enchanting fine lines appeared at her eyes, "With such excellence now, you must be your mother’s greatest pride."

"I agree with that sentiment." Fujiwara Reya picked up a bunch of grapes and handed it to her, "Just like how the senior is Miss Hoshimi’s pride."

Mrs. Hoshimi showed a satisfied expression.

She pinched a grape with her fingers, elegantly plucking a single one into her mouth, reminiscent of a noblewoman among flower arrangements.

Beside her, Hoshimi Rinko cleared her throat, retorting: "I’m not like you at all, at least I’m not as skilled at mingling among women."

This was clearly a jab at the playboy junior.

"See, the senior is scolding me again." Fujiwara Reya complained to Mrs. Hoshimi.

"It shows that you two have a good relationship, Rinko never scolds anyone." Mrs. Hoshimi was eating grapes, watching Fujiwara Reya with a joyful gaze, "By the way, do you remember where I put the socks I took off earlier? Help me wash them tonight."

"In the basket in the laundry room."

Hoshimi Rinko’s face changed, lifting her gaze from the book: "How do you know where mom’s socks are?"

"Yeah, how does the senior know?" Kasahara Asuka questioned, her cheek pressed against her mother’s leg.

"..." Fujiwara Reya turned his gaze innocently.

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There’s only one laundry room, what’s wrong with noticing when he tossed dirty clothes in?

"Are those two jealous?" Mrs. Kasahara asked happily.

Her legs were stretched out straight on the long chair, just less than thirty centimeters in front of Fujiwara Reya, swaying gracefully like white porcelain.

"Maybe." Fujiwara Reya smiled, "After all, with Mrs. Hoshimi being so charming, it’s no wonder Rinko and Asuka feel a sense of crisis."

"Of course, I’m only nineteen this year." Mrs. Hoshimi said with a proud smile.

So shameless... Fujiwara Reya internally criticized her.

Admittedly, Mrs. Hoshimi was very young and beautiful, but she was at least thirty-eight or forty. It’s just that she maintained a delicate, smooth complexion, coupled with a slender figure, so she looked about twenty-seven or eight. But still, claiming to be nineteen was too much!

"Hey Fujiwara-kun!" Mrs. Kasahara extended her leg, rubbing her toes against Fujiwara Reya’s back, "Why do you only praise her and not me? Have you changed your heart? Am I not your most beloved sister anymore?"

What’s the point of this... Fujiwara Reya rolled his eyes at the administrator, who looked thirty but probably had a mental age of less than fifteen.

But Mrs. Kasahara’s legs were truly beautiful, and when lifted, the taut curves under her hot pants were faintly visible, like exquisite artwork.

"Back to the topic of childhood." Mrs. Hoshimi pulled Fujiwara Reya closer, moving him further from the long chair, "Could you talk about your family situation? According to the registration data, you grew up in a small town deep in the mountains of Nagano Prefecture, and both of your parents passed away when you were in junior high, it must have been tough."

"It wasn’t too tough, the people in the small town were very simple and warm, I never suffered any losses." Fujiwara Reya continued with her topic, "Aside from being poor and unable to enjoy high-tech products, I felt just as happy as kids in Tokyo."

"How poor?" Mrs. Kasahara asked with genuine curiosity in her tone.

"Let me think—" Fujiwara Reya pondered for a moment, "Communication mainly relied on shouting, security on dogs, and when a thief came, they’d cry and hand over anything valuable they had."

He wasn’t lying.

Communication relied on shouting: with his father’s voice, the creatures in the vast area of the Feitu Mountain could hear.

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