I Loaded the Love Game - Vol 3 Chapter 313

When it was decided that lunch and dinner for this month would be cooked by the two wives, playing tennis with Toru Watanabe became a very comfortable thing.

The ball that Watanabe hits is the kind of ball that can only be received with a little effort.

Let them fully enjoy the satisfaction and feel of hitting the ball back.

Happy, full of slender legs, and playing for two and a half hours full of thoughts. At eleven o’clock, the five people packed their rackets and water bottles and returned to the villa.

“In the New Year, Shinsuke said that Watanabe-kun is an almighty genius. At that time, I didn’t think so, but now I’ve slowly realized it.” Mrs. Kujo had a ruddy complexion, and she praised her for her post-exercise joy.

“Where is there any versatile genius? I am only good at reading, sports, and music.” Watanabe Toru said.

“That’s great.” Mrs. Kiyono said with a smile, “Go on horseback another day, and then I will embarrass you.”

“Mother,” Kiyino Rin’s temples were wet with sweat, and a strand of long hair was beautifully glued to her white face, “What Watanabe-san said, you can just treat it as a lie.”

“Please pay attention to the wording, classmate Kiyano. The honest image I have built for many years will be ruined by you.”

“What’s Miki’s opinion?” Mrs. Kujo touched her daughter’s shoulder affectionately.

“No matter how you prefer him, it is hard to say that he is an honest person.” This girl who likes to hold grudges.

“Yes.” Kiyano Rin nodded.

“Can you two hold on a little bit? Don’t suddenly seem to be in harmony when you bully me.”

“Watanabe-kun, you are a bad guy once, and you bully both of them at the same time.” Mrs. Kiyono smiled happily and happily fiddled with her delicate short hair.

“Good idea. People like me, only if they unite, can they beat me so little.”

“Who is it that made me kick to the bed and crawled over to beg me?”

“Who?”

“I don’t know who it is, I glared at it, and then I slumped there for a long time and couldn’t say a word.”

“Mike, if you process it, it can be said to be half-truth, Qingye-san, you…”

So terrible, so cold eyes.

Watanabe pretended to be nonchalant, blowing a whistle.

“Hahaha.” The ladies laughed happily.

Kiyano Rin covered his mouth with a slight smile.

Kujo Miki poked Watanabe Toru in the **** with a racket.

Watanabe jumped away, holding the racket in a kendo posture, and shouted, “Come on!”

“Dare to fight back?” Kujo Miki chased Watanabe to fight.

“Wrong! I was wrong! Sorry!”

The cuckoo’s call came from the forest, and on the emerald green branches, unknown birds bounced around.

The forest was stained with amber color, and Xiao Lian came back on his bike sweating profusely.

“I am back!”

She ran to the kitchen, pours a glass of water by herself, grunting and drinking with her neck up.

“Is it fun today?” Watanabe Toru put down the book in his hand.

“We have been on the golf course.” Xiaolian put down the water glass and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

“Golf course?” Watanabe asked in doubt.

“There is a wide road over there and there are fewer people than other places. Are you practicing cycling there?” In the last sentence, Mrs. Kujo asked Xiaolian.

“Yeah!” Xiaolian nodded obediently.

“Ah!” Mrs. Kiyano suddenly held her forehead in regret, her posture was also very elegant, “I should go golf, maybe I can beat Watanabe-kun.”

“Then you may lose even worse.” Kiyano Rin said without raising his head.

“Kun Watanabe can even golf?” Mrs. Kiyono was incredulous.

“He can learn now.”

“I don’t believe it.” Mrs. Kiyono put her chin on her hand and said to Toru Watanabe: “Watanabe-kun, go to play golf tomorrow.”

“Those who lose take out the trash?”

“You are so cruel, there are bats in Karuizawa at night.”

Xiao Lian put the cup and ran to the table.

Toru Watanabe opened the chair next to her for her, and she sat on it in a crawling position.

“Archer, we have to be a teacher tomorrow.” She said, shaking her short legs, looking up at Watanabe.

“Haven’t those people learned it yet?” Watanabe Toru helped her tidy her bangs.

“Yeah.” Xiaolian nodded first, and then said in a tone like a new world, “Archer, Archer, we also saw an adult learning to bike!”

“That kid Kaori must laugh at those adults.”

Xiaolian’s eyes rounded, and said in surprise: “How do you know?”

“I have clairvoyance.”

“It’s amazing, clairvoyance is amazing.” Xiaolian said with a look of intoxication holding her face.

When Rin Kiyano turned the page, he raised his head and glanced at Watanabe.

Toru Watanabe did not see it.

“Right,” Xiaolian recovered from the clairvoyance, “Jia Zhijiang said, she is also from the Saintess Elementary School.”

“It turned out to be a classmate.” Watanabe nodded thoroughly.

“Yeah.” Xiaolian’s mood suddenly calmed down for some reason. “Next year we will not be a first-year student in Mizawa Elementary School, but a second-year student in Saintess Elementary School.”

Watanabe patted her on the head.

In the next few days, after finishing the morning class with Qing Ye Rin, Xiao Lian pushed her children’s bicycle to play with the children of Kaori.

Every day, I sweated profusely, and even got back dirty.

At dinner, the other five listened to her about the daytime.

Kaori is indeed familiar with every corner of Karuizawa, which forest has unicorns, which birds are calling, which creeks have fireflies-even Genji or Heike fireflies, even these are clear. Chu.

On August 5th, Hayami Xun and Yimu Kui sent a message that the music club was successfully promoted.

“Then I can’t go to the whole country, at least I have something to do this summer.” Watanabe Toru said.

The Kanto Contest ended on August 25th, and the frustration was packed up, and it was time to start school.

“We must be able to advance!”

A few days later, Xiaolian’s parents received the letter and called.

That afternoon, Xiaolian stuffed more photos in the red mailbox.

The next day, Jiaziyuan also started.

Xiao Lian ran out to play;

The two wives were invited to another villa to be a guest, and one of the wives said that they would give them delicious red wine;

Rin Kiyano reads a book on the terrace;

Watanabe Toru and Kujo Miki sat on the sofa to watch the opening ceremony.

With loud voices and heat waves that distort the air, almost all the audience in the lens wear sun hats, umbrellas and other tools.

The baseball players on the field were blinded by the sun one by one.

It was a very hot summer.

When Kamikawa played, following the girl holding the crow school badge was Uchida who had heat stroke in the regional finals, followed by 20 or 30 people including Shu Kuni.

The baseball uniforms and baseball caps are all printed with the crow school badge, which looks unique.

The camera moved away from Kamikawa, Watanabe Toru turned off the TV.

“What should I do next?” He put his hand on Miki Kujo’s lap.

Kujo Miki waved his hand: “Go and take the canvas outside. This lady will teach you to draw.”

“Okay, Ms. Mihime.” Watanabe Toru stood up.

“There is a real teacher, don’t you need to go to teachers and students with me, right?” Kujo Miki said sarcastically.

“You are not my sister either.”

“By the way, my sister also has them ready-made.”

“You are my forever sister.”

The studio was used a few days ago, and it was full of the smell of paint.

The studio has a floor-to-ceiling window with beautiful natural scenery outside.

On this bright morning, in the sunlight through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the decorations in the room reflect a thin layer of light, and it always feels that there is a phonograph from the past under a certain fast cloth.

Kujo Miki walked in and helped with various gadgets such as paints, brushes, and drawing knives.

Watanabe Cheryl takes heavy or bulky tools such as easels, painting stools, painting umbrellas, and pen buckets.

The two were right in front of the villa, painting to Rin Kiyano who was reading on the terrace.

Kiyano Rin only glanced at them at the very beginning—when they set up the easel—and the rest of the time when the two did not exist.

The nine o’clock wind in Karuizawa was cool and pleasant, sitting on the painting bench, basking in the warm sunshine.

The soft sunlight, passing through the gap between the leaves, lightly shone on the drawing board, Qingye Rin’s arm.

No matter how earth-shaking the outside world, blood, passion, failure, sweat—whether it is wind music or Jiaziyuan, they remain the same as before, simple, natural and happy.

The two wives came back with wine.

“Maki’s paintings can be taken to the museum for exhibition.” Mrs. Kujo praised her.

“That is.” Mrs. Kiyino became proud for some reason, and it was obvious that her daughter was the one on the terrace.

“Let me see Watanabe-kun.” Mrs. Kujo looked over and laughed.

“Watanabe-kun.” She could hear that she was trying to control her breathing. “Do you show Rin this painting?”

“I’m an abstractist, and I don’t care about appearance.” Watanabe Toru’s brush was rinsed in the pen bucket, as if to spice the barbecue.

“What do you think of Miki?” Mrs. Kujo asked again.

“The exception is Miki. I like her beauty.” Watanabe Toru tapped the brush on the pen bucket, like draining a mop.

“You are reasonable.” Kujo Miki completed the final procedure of the painting.

She stood up and stretched her sedentary soft body.

Watanabe Toru picked up the pen and wrote in the lower right corner of her painting:

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Looking at it contentedly, he turned to ask the two wives and Miki Kujo: “How?”

Without waiting for the three of them to make expressions, he said as if remembering: “Yes, there is still here.”

In the lower right corner of the “abstract” painting, he wrote:

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“Satisfied.” Watanabe said smoothly.

“So you are such a person.” Miki Kujo nodded.

“Smart guy?” Watanabe Toru asked.

“The fraudster,” Kujo Miki said.

“People who adore vanity.” Mrs. Kujo added.

Watanabe looked at Mrs. Kiyono and waited for her comment.

Mrs. Kiyano was stunned, her finger placed on her chin, and she muttered, “Who likes to be scolded?”

“…Please respect the facts and don’t talk nonsense.”

Toru Watanabe admired “his own painting” and couldn’t help but nodded and said:

“I am the only person in the world who can paint all of Qingye Rin’s high above, fresh and natural temperament.”

“There are many art museums in Karuizawa. I will take you to see it tomorrow. Don’t embarrass my Kujo family.” Mrs. Kujo took his right hand and stuffed the wine into his palm.

“It’s fine in the afternoon.” Watanabe Toru said.

“Take you to ride a horse in the afternoon.” Mrs. Kiyino gave him the wine in her hand.

“Isn’t this wine?” Watanabe Toru looked at the wine Mrs. Kiyino gave him on his left hand.

“Brandy,” Mrs. Kiyano said in a pleasant and relaxed tone, “Cavados apple brandy. This wine has a good taste and is suitable for women.”

After eating at noon and taking a short lunch break, the five went to the racecourse, not far from the golf course.

At 10 o’clock in the afternoon, many wealthy people were riding horses and walking around.

Before reaching the racecourse, I saw someone riding through the forest on the road.

“Can you ride outside?” Watanabe asked with curiosity.

“Of course,” said Mrs. Kiyono. “In Karuizawa, nobles and wealthy vehicles used to be horses.”

“That’s it.” Watanabe Toru was a little interested.

After arriving in Karuizawa, he knew he wanted to ride a horse. He learned some knowledge about horse riding.

There are special equestrian skills, that is, riding in the field, to exercise the tacit understanding between people and horses, and to show various skills, such as barrels and so on.

There is also wild riding, letting horses gallop.

Riding a horse on the prairie may not necessarily have high skills. It is enough to register for a prairie riding class temporarily.

Toru Watanabe was not interested in equestrian competition, so he didn’t have much interest in coming to the racecourse at first, just as a wealth of knowledge.

Now that I learned that I was riding outside, I was finally in a higher mood.

When you arrive at the racecourse, you put on your uniform, riding boots, helmet, and whip.

Four heroic and aristocratic people, and Watanabe Toru who looks very handsome and equally expensive.

The four stared at him several times, Watanabe Toru also looked at them, this is mutual appreciation.

“Watanabe-kun,” said Mrs. Kiyono, “this is the horse I prepared for you on my birthday, and it was specially brought here from Tokyo.”

Watanabe Toru looked at the white horse in front of him.

The shiny horse skin is like silk and satin, ripples like water with the horse’s movements.

From the hoof to the back, there is an adult height, and the staff holding it just reach the horseback position.

The horse was watched by a group of people, and looked very disturbed, occasionally lifting its front hoof, it could be stepped on the cover of the human heavenly spirit, and it was frightening to see.

Seeing it, people will almost immediately think of the word “tall horse”.

“It has the blood of Sharma and Akhalje Golden Horse.” Mrs. Kiyino introduced.

Sharma is known for being tall, powerful, and stamina enough to pull 5 tons of heavy objects to the limit.

The so-called Akhalje Golden Horse has slender limbs, thin skin, light pace, great strength, fast speed, and strong endurance-so many advantages, it is naturally a sweaty BMW.

“The horse has been trained in circles, but no one has ever rode it, so it still retains its wildness. Please be careful, Master.” said the staff leading the horse.

“Can you conquer your horse, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Watanabe-kun?” Mrs. Kujo smiled.

“Be careful.” Qingye Rin frowned beautifully, “Such a tall horse, don’t be thrown to death.”

“The way you care about people is really special.” As he said, Toru Watanabe walked towards the horse.

As he approached, the horse became more and more disturbed, constantly turning his head, and the staff had to work very hard to hold the reins.

When Watanabe Toru approached and tried to take the reins from the staff, the horse suddenly raised its front hoof.

At that height, the hoof really stepped on the adult’s Tianling Gai.

“Be careful!” Knowing Watanabe Toru’s skills, Kujo Miki still couldn’t help but speak.

“Scared me to death.” Watanabe laughed.

The more he looked at the horse, the more handsome he felt.

He was not interested in sports cars but only likes bumper cars, and suddenly became interested in horses.

“Watanabe-kun, I will find you a tamed horse first, learn how to ride a horse, and then deal with this horse.” Mrs. Kiyano suggested.

“No.” Watanabe Toru refused.

He tried to touch the horse’s neck, but the horse suddenly raised its front hoof.

Toru Watanabe stretched out his hand and caught it.

“Awesome, quite heavy.” He said, carefully letting go, with an expression worried about breaking the horse.

The staff grew their mouths, pointed at the horse, pointed at Toru Watanabe, and looked at the ladies and ladies, and finally they didn’t say anything.

900 kilograms, although just lifting the front hoof, but…

Forget it, in the rich world, don’t know too much.

Mrs. Kujo hugged her daughter’s waist: “Miki, are you okay?”

Kujo Miki pushed her hand away in disgust, and said to Watanabe Toru: “If you can, please hurry up.”

“No problem.” Watanabe Toru said.

“Baby, be obedient.”

The horse sneezed, lowered his head, and touched Watanabe Toru’s cheek affectionately.