While there was still some time before meals, Mr. Watanabe insisted on setting up a plate with Hiroshi Chihara.

Chihara Hiroshi asked if he needed to let him, and Mr. Watanabe waved his hand heroically.

Twenty minutes later, under the smile of his wife, Mr. Watanabe silently gathered the chess pieces, placed the chessboard and chess box in the grocery room, and vowed not to take it out again.

When he walked to the door, he heard Shirakawa Katsuhiko's blaming voice: "Haozhi, you are so merciless in playing chess!"

Mr. Watanabe was still a little moved when he heard this.

Finally someone is willing to speak for him.

"Even if the uncle's chess is very stinky, you should cover it up and at least let him take a few more steps..."

Mr. Watanabe took back his steps and decided to go upstairs to smoke a cigarette to calm down...

"Uncle, why is your roast chicken gizzard so spicy?"

Shirakawa Katsuhiko sweated and kept drinking water.

"Oh, I recently got some chili from eastern India and I tried to put some on it.

How about it? It tastes pretty good, right?"

Mr. Watanabe's face was light, and the movement of roasting his hands did not stop.

Shirakawa Katsuhiko: “…”

"Uncle, am I being retaliated against?"

Mr. Watanabe ignored him.

"Uncle, I was indeed retaliated, right? But did you get the wrong partner?"

...

On Sunday morning, there were only four people left in the chess room of Group D.

Only then did Chihara Hiroshi notice that he was actually separated from Kojima Makoto.

He remembered what Shirakawa Katsuhiko said yesterday.

I don’t know how strong I am?

However, when the lottery was drawn, the two happened to be staggered.

It's still a one-sided chess game, with no fun at all.

After Chihara Hiroshi registered, he walked out of the chess room.

Shirakawa Katsuhiko had a cram school today, so he didn't come here.

The afternoon chess battle was at two o'clock.

It's only 9:30 now, and there are more than four hours left before the game.

Thinking of his sister at home, he decided not to save the 200 yen subway fee and prepare to go home.

After getting off the bus, he bought some vegetables, meat and eggs in a nearby supermarket.

Meat is chicken because it is the cheapest.

When he got home, Shu was sitting in front of the coffee table, frowned and biting the pen in his mouth.

Hiroshi Chihara took the pen in her hand and whispered: "Bitting a pen is not a good habit."

"Brother..."

"Have you encountered a difficult problem?"

Chihara pointed his head and pushed the notebook in front of him: "It's this question."

Hiroshi Chihara glanced at him.

Um?

If the memory he inherited was not wrong, this should be the issue of Guo II.

"Zhu, have you read all the books in China?"

Chihara Sato seemed a little shy: "Well, I finished watching it yesterday."

"Have you finished reading Mandarin, science, English, society, and mathematics?"

Hiroshi Chihara was a little unbelievable.

How many days have she started studying?

The fifth day is just the fifth day.

Although the courses in the first year of China are not difficult, there are quite a lot of them and they cannot be easily completed in a short period of time.

He wrote several questions in succession according to the book, covering these courses.

Qianhara Satoshi answered one by one, all correct.

She whispered: "Brother, you forgot that I dropped out of school in China."

It is indeed in the country first.

Hiroshi Chihara looked at this sister speechlessly.

But their parents had an accident in May, and she only attended the National First National Day for a month.

Is his sister a real genius?

With complicated thoughts, he explained the question that had troubled her just now.

While he stood up, he said, "Zhu, I won't eat lunch today, I'll cook."

"Does your brother want to make Chinese cuisine again?"

Chihara Saki saw the familiar tomatoes and eggs in the plastic bag.

Hiroshi Chihara tied his apron: "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

Chihara Sabu shook his head: "No, my brother makes it very delicious."

"Then you have to eat more.

To be honest, you have to divide a bento into two times each time before you can finish it. I am worried that you will never grow up!"

"It won't be too late to grow up!"

Chihara Sho waved his small fist at him.

Hiroshi Chihara looked at this scene with some emotion.

Long time no see, such a fool!

She was originally a lively girl, but she closed her heart because of an accident two years ago.

However, there have been signs of improvement recently.

He smiled, but then he thought of the original owner.

He also saw his parents' miserable death.

But unlike his sister, his behavior was so cold that he didn't look like a child who had just entered the second year of China.

Because my father was from an orphanage, my mother insisted on marrying each other, causing the mother's family to cut off contact with their family.

Even the funeral of his daughter and son-in-law was not sent.

The burial was completed entirely by the original owner, who was only fourteen years old and the community aid organization.

However, his heart was not iron-clad, and weakness was hidden under his hard shell.

So, without any warning, he chose to end his life in a strange hotel a month and a half ago.

Now, Hiroshi Chihara only has the memory of the time, but he cannot understand the original owner's mood during that period.

There seemed to be a congestion in his chest, and he slowly exhaled a breath.

But speaking of this, Kamakura High School is the highest high school in Osaka City with the highest admission rate.

The original owner can pass the exam in this situation, and I think his mind will definitely be good.

From this point of view, the genius shown by the Shou is understandable.

There were only two dishes at noon, one was braised chicken tofu and the other was scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Looking at the satisfied smile, Chihara Hiroshi secretly swore in his heart:

You must make enough money to cure her mental illness!

In the afternoon, when Chihara Hiroshi arrived at the chess room, there were only five minutes left before the game began.

"Kun Chihara, why did he come here so late? He will be sentenced to be held guilty when he is out of date!" The middle-aged man in charge of supervision couldn't help but blame him.

"Very sorry!"

Hiroshi Chihara wiped the sweat from his head, and couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Who knew that he actually encountered a track-deeper and committed suicide!
To be continued...