Chapter 33: My Brother Makes Friends

Of course I don't mind.

Although Yukimura-senpai appears to be very kind and easy to talk to, he becomes very serious when it comes to tennis.

The knowledge points tested on me weren't tricky, but they were presented from a very professional perspective. If I hadn't been actively participating in the tennis club, I wouldn't have been able to answer some of the questions given by Yanagi and Sanada.

"Yeah! That's great, Jiu Jing! Even the manager agreed. From now on, you'll really be the manager of the tennis club!"

"Why are you so happy?"

"Bunta, after all, it was Akaya who recommended him to the club."

"Phew, from now on our department can be considered to have a beautiful girl manager."

“That’s a good thing.”

I see that the five of you are quite excited. Hey, Senior Yanagi and Vice Minister Sanada are more reliable.

"Sanada, I'm leaving the county tournament to you."

"Ah, don't worry, Yukimura, Rikkai University won't lose."

"Speaking of which, what are you going to do after this?"

It was Senior Liu who answered this question: "Let's have a meal together before going back to Kanagawa. They want to eat barbecue."

"Take the newcomer to a barbecue?"

Oh, by the way, I have to tell Yukimura-senpai that I won’t be attending the dinner party. “Oh, I actually—”

"Fifty meters ahead, a beautiful girl has been spotted!"

Before I could finish my words, a familiar voice suddenly came from not far away, and a figure suddenly rushed towards me.

"Yo! Little--uh-poo!"

Before a red-haired guy put his arms around my shoulders, I reached out my hands without hesitation, one hand resting on his chin and the other holding his shoulders to prevent him from falling.

"...What are you doing, Saburo-kun?"

"Beat me, beat me..." He stretched out his trembling right hand and gave me a thumbs-up. "As expected of my younger sister!"

"Huh?"

The chattering tennis club players fell silent.

"Sister, sister?"

"By the way, who is this guy?"

Just when everyone was stunned and I was speechless, another angry shout came from a distance.

“Hey! Jiu Jing, why are you running…!”

Well, blonde, blue eyes, wearing glasses, a face I haven't seen before.

Then the "Nine Purities" he mentioned should be——

I loosened my grip on my idiot brother and glared at him. "Didn't I tell you to wait for me at the station?"

"You finally came to Tokyo, so I wanted to give you a surprise."

Looking at Saburo, who was still rubbing his chin, and his bewildered friends, I sighed heavily, turned around, and bowed to everyone in the tennis club.

"I'm sorry, my stupid brother made everyone laugh."

“Eh——??!!!!”

"Jiu Jing, you have a brother?"

"Cousins," I answered quickly, pointing at Saburo who was posing. "By the way, the reason I'm not having dinner with everyone is because I need to see him today."

“This… this…”

"You two brothers have a good relationship."

"Humura, Homura." Saburo suddenly came close to me, face to face, and whispered, "Which one of these is your boyfriend?"

“…”

Angry!

I was never soft-hearted when it came to Saburo. I pinched his chubby cheeks and said, "Is that all you care about? Huh? At least say hello to my classmates, you idiot!"

“It hurts, it hurts! Gently, gently! Zhiwan, help me!”

“…You deserve it.”

Humph, look, even your friends feel ashamed!

"Uh, Jiu Jing, forget it."

"Yeah, yeah, we're not particularly angry. Your brother is quite interesting, hahaha."

"Since they're here, why don't you just go with your brother? We can talk about the dinner party next time."

In the end, it was the people in the tennis club who comforted me... Tsk!

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

I sincerely apologized to everyone and left Tokyo General Hospital with my brother and his friends.

Only after the building completely disappeared from our sight did I let go of Saburo's arm, turned around and started to settle the score with him.

"Are you an idiot? You are indeed an idiot!"

"Pfft, pfft—the one who calls others stupid is the real stupid one."

Damn it, he actually still has the nerve to talk back to me?!

"It's fine if you come to see me, but at least try to make a more normal appearance."

"Oh, but that wouldn't be a surprise!"

"You're not surprised, you're frightened, right? Anyway, why should I stand here and get scolded with you?"

"Huh?"

Oh, yes, there's another innocent person involved here. Does he sound like he's from Kansai?

"Ah, you're the new friend he told me about on the phone, right? Nice to meet you. My name is Jiu Jingyan."

"My name is Shimane Ango."

"Hey, Homura, listen to me. Shiman is a transfer student in our class. He's a mixed-race DT boy who transferred from Kansai!"

“What are you talking about, you idiot!?”

This is too bad, Zhiwan-kun, did you really choose to be friends with Saburo?!

I pretended not to hear the second half of Saburo's shocking statement and smiled at the blond boy. "Please give me your guidance, Zhiwan-kun. I'm sorry that my brother has caused you a lot of trouble."

“…It’s quite a lot.”

"Ah! You guys are going too far."

"Shut up!" x2

Fifteen minutes later, we were finally seated in the restaurant we had originally planned to go to.

"So, two new students recently transferred to your class, Zhi Wan-kun was one of them, and then you became friends?"

"correct!"

"Oh. Then you order the food." I sent the stupid brother to look at the menu aside and started chatting with Zhi Wanjun alone.

"Shiman-kun is from Kansai? Why did you transfer to Tokyo?"

"Oh, because of a job change at home." His answer was very normal. "Where's Jiu Jing? I heard from Jiu... I heard from this guy that you're studying in Yokohama."

"Yes, because of personal family reasons," I answered simply, "I needed to transfer from my previous school, so I just moved out of Tokyo."

"I see."

"What do you two want to eat?"

Although we only exchanged a few words, I could sense that this boy named Zhiwan was very understanding. He didn't ask too much about my family, but calmly began to discuss the menu with Saburo, and by the way, complained about his taste in the dishes.

But he has blond hair and blue eyes... Although he is from Kansai, is he mixed-race?

"Is Shiman-kun a mixed-race?"

"Hmm? Oh, my mother is German. But I don't speak German because I grew up in Japan."

"Oh, yes, yes, Yan, let me tell you, the Zhiwan family also has maids and servants! It's super mysterious!"

He's truly a rich young man, so how did they become friends? Could it be because Sanlang is so sociable?

"What would you like to eat, Homura?"

"I want the chicken cutlet combo with the special vegetable sauce."

"So which of that group of people is your boyfriend?"

"None of them... they're off topic, why are they bringing this up again?!" What's wrong with this guy? Is he just obsessed with this?!

"Each one of them..." The red-haired man in front of him showed a look of sudden realization and awe, "My sister actually has a harem at school!"

????? ?????

I silently raised the knife in my hand.

Very good, let’s assassinate this idiot today!

"Jiu Jing, calm down, calm down!" Even Zhi Wan couldn't bear to watch. "What the hell! She meant to say 'none of them'!" Then he madly complained about San Lang who was sitting next to him. "Can't you have a little bit of normality in your mind?!"

"It's okay, Zhiwan-kun. Maybe a few hits on the head will help."

"No no no so you should calm down too!"

"Hmm...but I think Homura is so nice, there will definitely be a lot of people who like her."

"Anyway, you better apologize to me and my sister right now!"

Thank Zhiwanjun, Sanlang. If it weren’t for him, you would definitely have a few more bumps on your head today.

"Damn it! I thought I could see my boyfriend's true face today, but it turns out he's not even a student at your school."

"Oh, so that's why you came to the hospital." I see through this guy! He's a hateful old man who just wants to watch the fun and make trouble.

The dishes we ordered were brought in one by one. To vent my anger, I immediately stabbed a chicken wing with my fork and placed it on the plate. "The person who came to the hospital today is a regular member of our school's tennis club. He's here to see the club leader."

"Are you really joining the tennis club as a manager?"

"yes."

"Huh? Jiu Jing is from Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School, right?"

"What's wrong?"

For some reason, Zhi Wanjun suddenly sat up straight. "Rikkai University's tennis club is very famous!"

"Ah, that seems to be the case. I used to see your school's tennis club being interviewed in sports magazines."

"...So famous?"

I heard from the two of them that our school's tennis club has always been very famous among the middle school students in the physical education department because it won the national championship for two consecutive years and its foundation is already excellent.

"Well, it has nothing to do with me. I don't play tennis either. Where's Zhiwan?"

“…I used to play baseball.”

I didn't expect that Zhi Wanjun, who looked gentle and refined with glasses and delicate features like a girl, was actually a boy from the sports department. It's true that you can't judge a book by its cover.

"Come on, Sanlang, have you been okay lately?"

"Huh? Me? What could possibly happen to me?" He cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth, his cheeks puffed up. "Xiao Yan, last week I tried to call you but couldn't get through. Yesterday you suddenly told me you had a new phone. Is everything okay?"

Damn! Forget about it.

"There was an explosion at the port of Yokohama over the weekend. Mom is very worried about you. I heard that the detective agency she's familiar with is also involved."

"Uh, I, what can happen to me?" Looking into Saburo's eyes, I suddenly felt a little guilty for some reason. "I know the port, but it's quite far from my home, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"Hmm--like this. Oh! This pasta looks delicious, Zhiwan, give me a bite."

"Hey! This is what I ordered!"

This is troublesome. I've never been able to understand Saburo. Looking at his expression now, it seems like he accepts it, but also like he's temporarily distracted by something else.

Besides, is he really okay?

I was annoyed by his nonsensical behavior just now, but now that I've calmed down, I feel... how should I put it? There's a very faint, very unfamiliar aura emanating from my brother.

"That's too much, Zhiwan! You can have my steak too."

As he said this, Saburo turned his head and tidied his messy hair with his right hand. At that moment, for some reason, his eyes glowed with a light silver luster.

Subconsciously, I grabbed the other person's hand: "...Sanlang!"

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

His eyes returned to normal, and what he saw just now seemed to be just a color illusion caused by the reflection of the restaurant lights.

...Is it really just an illusion?

What exactly is this vague sense of disharmony?

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The author has something to say: At this time, the elder brother's head had been chopped off and the ghost in his body had awakened. The brother and sister coincidentally concealed something from each other.

Shimane Ango is one of the male protagonists of the original work, and is another person closely related to Kyujo Saburo's fate.

Simply put, the relationship is really good.