Crossover Anime: Where Did My Male God Go?

Chapter 93 Yukimura Seiichi 17

"Oh ho~~"

Yukimura's mother curled her tongue and looked at her unfortunate son with amusement.

"Mom, could you please speak more clearly?" Yukimura Seiichi frowned slightly; his tone was truly unpleasant.

"Cough cough."

Yukimura's mother coughed twice and then returned to normal.

"Qingyue-chan, is there anything you'd like to eat?"

Qingyue, whose name was called, said, "Hey... I'm not picky about food, anything is fine."

Yukimura Seiichi: "She doesn't eat garlic or cilantro."

The barbecue we had for lunch came with garlic and cilantro, but she barely touched it, not even her chopsticks. She especially disliked those two things and wouldn't even let her chopsticks touch them.

"boom."

Qingyue's head was burning red; he really was very observant.

"I see."

If Yukimura's mother still doesn't understand what her son means, then she's raised him for nothing all these years. Not bad, not bad, although he's a bit late to the game at 18, at least he's here.

He went to the kitchen with a cheerful smile to think about what to have for dinner.

Yukimura Seiichi sat down next to her: "The Kanto Tennis Tournament starts next week. Will you come to watch Akaya play?"

Although he didn't want to involve Akaya, he had no choice but to use him as an excuse now.

"Chi will be on stage this early too?" Qingyue tilted her head.

She remembered that Rikkai University, as the champion, would only send one or two regular teams to the Kanto Tournament, while more famous schools would send two more. Xiaoye did not participate in every tournament.

That is, during the annual national tournament, Rikkai University fielded all its regular players. At that time, she would sit in the audience and watch Koya compete, and then leave the stage.

She doesn't linger in matches against other players, meaning she hasn't yet witnessed the tennis of any of Rikkai's regulars besides Koya.

"After I arrange for him to play, I'll tell you, are you coming to watch?"

While at the amusement park, Yukimura Seiichi added Qingyue's contact information, which made it convenient for him to contact her privately.

"it is good."

Qingyue nodded; she hadn't seen Xiaoye compete with others for quite some time either.

"Yukimura, will you play?"

"will not."

Yukimura Seiichi shook his head. That kind of competition wasn't his turn yet. He was at the end, and the competition usually ended in the third round, unless another dark horse emerged, or he got interested and might appear in the third ring.

"What kind of tennis did Yukimura play?"

Yukimura Seiichi: "The spiritual realm."

Qingyue raised an eyebrow. It turned out to be a mental type player. Players of this type are usually very strong.

Seeing her expression, Yukimura Seiichi paused for a moment and said, "Tsukishiro, you play tennis, right?"

"I can hit a little," Qingyue said modestly.

She didn't know where Xiaoye ranked among them. Xiaoye always said that she couldn't beat the minister and the vice minister. She had never fought against them, nor had she ever seen them. She didn't know how her level was among the Rikkai University regulars.

"Shall we play a game sometime?"

Another hidden surprise was discovered: she can actually play tennis. Judging from her thoughtful expression just now, she doesn't seem like a novice, but rather a very experienced veteran.

Yukimura Seiichi didn't intend to ask Akaya; he planned to discover it himself, believing that the mystery was more interesting when it was revealed layer by layer.

"Okay."

She hasn't played tennis with anyone other than Xiaoye yet!

"Don't you get tired of talking about tennis every day?!" Mina Yukimura finally couldn't help but speak up.

I didn't expect my brother to take Yuecheng there too. She can even play tennis! Does that mean I won't have time to play with her anymore...?

Yukimura Seiichi: "Does Mina ever get tired of practicing the piano every day?"

“Uh…you win.” Mina Yukimura shut her mouth.

Well, she can relate; you never get tired of what you love.

"Sister Yuecheng, can you play the piano?"

If Yuecheng knows how, they can play together with four hands, since she and her friends have practiced playing together with four hands.

"I know a little." Qingyue used two fingers to indicate the size.

Yukimura Mina was very excited: "Great, Tsukishiro-neechan, let's play together as a four-handed player!"

"all right."

Qingyue followed her upstairs to the music room. Yukimura Seiichi sighed and followed her upstairs. He really wanted to hear them play a piece together.

Mina Yukimura chose a Fantasy in F minor, a piece widely performed in four-hand piano duets.

Two hands danced above the piano keys, both with slender fingers, each note flowing from their fingertips, creating a beautiful melody that was both poetic and picturesque, captivating and pleasing to the eye.

The two exchanged a glance, and their teamwork became even more seamless.

Yukimura Seiichi sat beside her, listening with his eyes closed. The music was very impressive. His sister's piano playing was improving, and Tsukishiro's playing was even better than his sister's. It was a pleasant surprise.

How much more is there that he doesn't know? I really look forward to the next round of investigation.

The music stopped, and Yukimura Seiichi clapped his hands: "Clap clap clap, very beautiful piano music, the two of them are very well in sync."

"Thank you."

Qingyue smiled, pursing her lips.

"Tsukishiro-neechan, you've done far more than just a little bit!" Yukimura Mina exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. As expected of Tsukishiro-neechan, she was truly amazing.

Qingyue scratched her face shyly with her fingertips: "I studied for a few years, but I've never participated in a competition, so I don't know my level."

"You can't be modest anymore."

If she were to be any more modest, she would begin to doubt whether she was even remotely competent.

"Okay," Qingyue replied obediently.

"Sister Yuecheng, we didn't coordinate well for a while. Where did things go wrong?"

Mina Yukimura's face was all scrunched up; if the coordination had been better, the music would have been even more beautiful.

Qingyue picked up the sheet music on the piano and pointed out the wrong beat to Mina.

"Here, your fingers are moving a little too fast, the rhythm is a few keys too fast, just pay attention."

"I see. Maybe my hands aren't big enough, so I was in a rush when connecting them."

Yukimura Mina realized her shortcomings and will practice more to improve next time.

Qingyue: "Practice playing with all four hands more, carefully grasp the rhythm, and remember the point where you hit the notes, and you'll be fine."

"it is good!"

"It's time to eat!"

Yukimura's mother's voice came from downstairs.

"coming."

The three of them went downstairs, and Yukimura's father had already returned and was now sitting at the dining table.

"Uncle," Qingyue greeted him.

Yukimura's father gestured for everyone to sit down: "Qingyue's here to play! Come on, sit down and eat."

We finished our meal peacefully, and nothing happened.

The driver arrived at this time, and Qingyue said goodbye to the Yukimura family before returning home.

After a long day, I washed up and collapsed onto the bed.

"Ding-dong." My phone beeped with the sound of a text message.

Qingyue reached out to take it and saw that it was sent by Yukimura Seiichi.

Yukimura Seiichi: 'Are you home yet?'

"We've arrived." (Typed and sent.)