"It's simply the chef's work, burp." Kirihara and Bunta leaned back in the chairs in front of the dining table, holding their stomachs in the same posture, with happy smiles on their faces, as if they had been blessed by God.

"Hmm..." Kirihara leaned for a while. It was not convenient to lie on the chair, so he stood up and walked towards the long sofa not far away. He took off his slippers naturally and skillfully, and stuffed his body into the sofa. "Lie down after dinner. It's so comfortable."

"Although I do not approve of such unhealthy habits, Akaya-kun can only lie down for ten minutes."

"Okay!"

After lying on the sofa in the Sakamoto family's living room for half an hour, Bunta, Kuwabara, Yanagi, and Kan stood up and said goodbye, "Thank you for the hospitality!"

"I'll sleep at your house tonight!" Kirihara stopped lying down and sat up.

Sakamoto nodded and agreed. Kirihara had stayed at his house before.

"By the way, Sakamoto, what was the name of your high school? Idiot, don't get it wrong this time!" Kirihara thought of the "Gakubun High School" that he couldn't find.

July 13th was the third day of summer vacation. This was the first time Sakamoto appeared in front of Kirihara after disappearing for nearly four months.

On the first weekend after entering high school, Kirihara took the train to Tokyo alone to look for Gakubun High School. "Really? You only told me the name of the school, and I had to find the school. Will non-school students be kicked out if they go to school on weekends?"

"You didn't even tell me where you lived."

"How stupid! You didn't even remember to say that."

Kirihara spent several weekends searching all the schools in Tokyo, but couldn't find Gakubun High School. He was a high school student and a man, he couldn't cry.

He asked Senior Atobe, who helped him search high schools all over Japan, but could not find any information about "Gakubun High School".

Kirihara asked Senior Kaki, and he only said, "Sakamoto said he would come back to see you."

Kirihara looked up at the sky. Okay, he would wait for Sakamoto to come back and see him. That idiot Sakamoto must have said the wrong name of the school.

Sakamoto stared into Kirihara's eyes, meeting his gaze, "Gakubun High School."

Seeing Kirihara's frown, Sakamoto put his hand on his shoulder and before he could speak, "I'll stay here during the summer vacation."

Kirihara's lips moved slightly as he realized something that might be unbelievable but was also a fact that he didn't want to admit. Even when he heard Sakamoto say that he would stay during the summer vacation, he was not very happy.

"I'm going to America to watch the U.S. Open at the end of August."

"I will go with you."

Kirihara and Sakamoto entered the training camp for intensive training during the summer vacation.

......

Yukimura and Karasumaragaki faced off in the US Open final. Yes, Karasumaragaki and Yukimura both participated in this tennis tournament, one of the four Grand Slams, and defeated their opponents one by one and met in the final.

"What is this? On the road to pursuing my dreams, even if I meet my dearest you, I will do my best to send you to the abyss of defeat?" Vermouth said in a joking tone, but did not get a response from the man named Karasuma.

"Would you like some ice cream, Xiao Zhen?" The handsome young man with light blond hair smiled gently and asked the silver-haired child of about 8 years old who was sitting next to him and was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt with a picture of a chubby baby iron-eating beast.

The 8-year-old child has long silver hair, and it seems that someone helps to take care of and trim it regularly.

The hair quality is amazing. The handsome young man likes to touch this smooth long silver hair like a waterfall. The smooth lines hang down to the child's thighs if he stands up.

Kurosawa Jin pursed his lips and shook his head seriously.

"Didn't you say you wanted to book a private theater to support Xiaoyuan?" Vermouth started another topic.

"Haha~ Low-key kid, I won't let you."

"I don't think he will give in. The person in front of him is his sweetheart." Vermouth had a face of only twelve or thirteen years old, but her temperament and behavior were mature, and her beautiful and eye-catching appearance attracted the attention of many American audiences.

"Haha, really? Then will he fake the match and lose to him on purpose?" Karasuma Fuuwa shifted his gaze back to the competition venue.

"No." The one who answered him was Gin, who now had a childish voice. He was sitting in the first row. Even though he was not tall now, he could still clearly see the game situation on the field.

"They won't fix the match, they will just do their best to defeat the opponent." Although Gin found that most of Karasuma Gaki's strange tricks seemed to have no effect on Yukimura Seiichi.

Inside the arena.

"Yaki, don't you know?" Yukimura came to the net, raised the racket lightly with his backhand, and made a delicate volley at the net, "Your skills are useless to me~ Of course, all my mental power tricks are also useless to you."

"Ah - you're right, it's useless." Ever since he completed the task, he rarely had to use his skills, and his group members became a little restless.

The mental strength of the two was like a decoration in this game.

The two continued to fight on the basis and came to the third game.

In the match between Karasuma Gaki and Yukimura, Yukimura had the advantage when most of his skills were ineffective. His [Immovable as a Mountain] was not activated when he played against Borg in the Australian Open, but was activated when he played against Yukimura in the US Open. The cooldown of Immovable as a Mountain was too long, and the validity period was only 5 minutes.

In the third game, Karasuma Gaki kept prolonging the match time. Yukimura knew his purpose, but he was unable to end the match quickly.

Knowing that Karasuma Gaki's [Immovable as a Mountain] was on cooldown again, Yukimura launched a fierce attack. The two ended the game in the 236th ball of the tie-break, which was 117-119, and Yukimura won.

"You're so cruel, Seiichi! Wuuwuwu!" Karasuma Gaki held his head and pretended to cry. Yukimura reached out and rubbed Karasuma Gaki's head and smiled, "You're not that bad either~"