Chapter 94 Extra 1 Can I go to your house?
Chapter 95
"Hello, excuse me for disturbing you..."
"Visiting home?" Xiangcheng subconsciously wanted to refuse.
The man and woman who stopped her begged in an almost pleading tone: "Madam, it's already late today. Apart from you——"
They looked around and saw that there were indeed no pedestrians.
Xiang Cheng asked curiously, "Then why didn't you go record it earlier?"
"Ah..." The young female host suddenly lowered her head: "I just went to a man's house, but..."
Her male colleague who was filming added: "That man didn't respect Huizi very much."
"Is that so?" Xiangcheng nodded. "Wait a moment, then. I'll ask my family."
"Okay, okay, please!"
Xiangcheng smiled and waved his hand nonchalantly.
A gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "Are you off work? I tried to make grilled fish!"
Xiangcheng was silent for a moment. If she had known earlier, she should have eaten two pieces of bread in the lounge before going home.
But Jingshi had already suffered a great blow, and she really shouldn't discourage him any further - so she replied: "Really? Then I'll try it when I get back! Oh, right, there's something..."
Yukimura Seiichi had no objection, but he just didn't want them to reveal the specific address.
Xiangcheng smiled mischievously and said that the police and gangster movies she had watched would come in handy.
Finally, the two reporters clutched their seatbelts tightly in the darkness. After being driven around in circles by Xiangcheng, their attention finally focused on the question, "Can we really make it back alive today?"
very good.
Having achieved his goal, Xiangcheng parked the car smoothly into the garage, then opened the side door and welcomed them in.
Jingshi had already prepared slippers. The two people walked in dazedly, saying sorry for disturbing them.
Under the warm light, there is a large French-style hall. The male owner of the house is standing a few steps away, waiting for them to come in with an elegant smile.
"Ah!" Huizi screamed, and the male cameraman immediately apologized while holding up the camera. When he looked up again, he also screamed "Ah".
——Such a familiar groundhog feeling.
Xiangcheng moved past them, took off her black mask and bag, and hung them on the brass hanger.
Yukimura Seiichi nodded to the two of them and came over to help Kaoru take off her coat.
"Why are you working overtime again today?" He hung up his coat, supported Xiangcheng and asked in a low voice.
"There were some issues with Hinata's training, so the coaching staff held a meeting to discuss it."
"Um..." Huizi trembled and said, "Is it Mr. Yukimura?"
"Yes!" Yukimura held Xiangcheng in his arms in a semi-enclosed position and said with a smile: "Welcome to our home."
"Please help yourself, you're welcome!" Xiangcheng also half leaned on Yukimura, and the two of them looked particularly harmonious.
The two reporters were still a little dizzy at the moment - so just grabbing a young lady who looked aloof at night could unlock a tennis Grand Slam player?
Their good professional ethics allowed them to quickly adjust to the situation. After obtaining the consent of Yukimura and the others, they could film at their home, but only on the first floor.
But they are already very satisfied! This is the home of a Grand Slam player!
Look at this French style, this chandelier, this lounge chair, this sofa that looks super comfortable, and this beautiful white marble dining table...
After being excited for a while, they turned the camera back to Yukimura and the other man.
Yukimura protects the privacy of himself and his family very well. If the media wants to dig out any news, they can only rely on his updates or the occasional words revealed by those who are familiar with him.
For example, the two people sitting side by side on the sofa and chatting quietly. The media only knows that their love story can be traced back to high school, but all the information about the girl stops at the championship photo of that spring high school. After that, she seemed to have disappeared from the world. It was difficult for reporters to find her in the audience seats of Yukimura's games.
If Yukimura hadn't updated his relationship status every year, the news of his breakup would have probably exploded on the Internet long ago.
After taking enough photos of the footage - such as Yukimura Seiichi's honor room, the old cat at home who didn't like to move, the volleyball wall that reached the ceiling, etc., Huizi asked if she could ask some questions.
Yukimura and the other man looked at each other and agreed.
"Let me make it clear first that we won't answer some of your questions!" Xiangcheng added a condition.
Naturally, there was no reason for the two of them to refuse.
As a home visit program, Huizi asked questions about the house as usual.
"This is our old house," Xiangcheng replied. "It was vacant for about ten years. Before I came back to Tokyo for work, Jingshi renovated it to our liking."
"Well, our house in France was pretty much the same. My wife doesn't like change, so she decided to renovate it."
Madam...
Huizi couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "You two must have been married for a long time, right?"
"That's not the case," Xiangcheng denied flatly, "Only a year ago?"
It's really a long-term relationship... The reason why we haven't gotten married after being together for so long is...
Yukimura Seiichi laughed muffledly, and Xiangcheng shyly poked his arm, but Yukimura grabbed her hand and begged for mercy.
He cleared his throat and said, "Because my wife has been studying and just graduated."
——There’s no need to tell reporters that you extended your undergraduate and master’s degree program from seven years to ten years.
——And there was only one reason why Xiangcheng missed his game: she was studying hard.
Huizi showed an expression of sudden enlightenment: "Then you now..."
"I'm a sports science coach at the volleyball club," Xiangcheng said happily, talking about his career. "Do you know Black Wolf?"
The male cameraman nodded repeatedly, "Yes! Many players from Yokai Generation are on the Black Wolf Team!"
"It would be great if you guys could watch volleyball."
Xiangcheng confidently instructed Yukimura Seiichi to bring her bag over, pulled out two tickets, and handed them to them. "Here, tickets for the Yokai Generation Second Tournament were just released today! You must come and see them!"
The publicity ambassador, Kuroo Tetsuro, even came to their club specially to give out tickets!
This is super hard to get... The cameraman was so moved that he almost cried.
Huizi didn't know much about this, so Xiangcheng could only remind her by using the contestants: "Miya Yu? Kido Kotaro? Sakuhaya Seiomi?"
"I know, I know!" When Keiko heard Sakuhaya's name, she nodded frantically.
It seems that SKS is more famous.
Let Kuroo hear that he's going to be emo again.
Keiko then asked, "Since you're a sports science coach, why didn't you choose Yukimura?"
"If we work and live together," Xiangcheng said worriedly, "it would be a bit annoying, right?"
Yukimura Seiichi immediately said, "I don't feel annoyed at all. It's you who dislikes me."
Oh my god, they actually saw Yukimura Seiichi’s resentful face!
Xiang Cheng coaxed him expertly, "But then we won't have any surprises, right?"
Yukimura, whose cheek was being caressed, rubbed Xiangcheng's hand and said without caring about outsiders, "Can I have the honor of enjoying Mrs. Yukimura's professional head massage tonight?"
"Alright, alright!" Xiangcheng looked like she was saying, "There's really nothing I can do about you."
Huizi and the others felt that they were a little redundant.
Even a little disillusioned.
During tennis matches, Yukimura always tops the list of the biggest demons in the sports world with his gentle and polite appearance and terrifying tennis skills that "destroy the five senses".
He was also described as "unfathomable" by another Japanese player, Kunimitsu Tezuka.
The current appearance of such a person...can't be said to be completely different, but at least they are completely unrelated.
"Ah, there's another place you can visit!"
Xiangcheng suddenly remembered and was about to stand up quickly when Yukimura pulled him back: "Slow down."
This is a sunroom connected to the study.
At this moment, when the warm yellow light is turned on, apart from the colorful flowers competing for beauty, there is also an easel with no works on it.
"Seishi is an amazing painter!"
——They knew that Seiichi Yukimura studied at the École des Beaux-Arts in Paris, majoring in Impressionist painting, but he rarely published his own works.
Xiangcheng then instructed Yukimura to move a stack of drawing paper from the shelf nearby.
She called them over to look, and in the light and bright colors, it was either the garden or the lady in front of them.
Sometimes she is a sacred fairy in the paintings, sometimes a quiet goddess, but most of the time, she is in various lively postures - watering flowers, feeding cats, reading books, etc.
When asked why they didn't frame the paintings, both Yukimura Seiichi and Kaguya said that they had too many paintings and there was really no more space to display them.
"Our Jing City is great, right?" Xiangcheng smiled with curved eyebrows, appearing particularly peaceful under the dim yellow light.
What a perfect match, Huizi couldn't help but think.
Just as they were about to say goodbye, Yukimura Seiichi stopped them and said, "Wait a moment, I've called the driver over."
Huizi was flattered and quickly waved her hands: "No, that's not necessary!"
"It's okay," Yukimura Seiichi said in a gentle but unyielding tone, "Don't bother me."
After seeing the two off, Yukimura Seiichi finally had time to take out the grilled fish he had spent three hours making from the thermos.
Yuzuki likes the crispy texture, and Yukimura Seiichi feels that he played pretty well today.
Xiangcheng took a deep breath, picked up the fish meat that had been deboned, and swallowed it in one gulp.
yue……
Very salty.
"Oh no, I failed again..." Yukimura Seiichi took the fish away with frustration but as if it was normal, and brought a glass of orange juice.
After taking a few bites, Xiang Cheng asked: "How much salt did you put in?"
"Well..."
Yukimura Seiichi touched his nose guiltily and said, "We should bring grandma over tomorrow."
"Don't bother with that." Xiangcheng whispered, her grandma would definitely nag her about her daily habits.
Yukimura Seiichi squatted down in front of her: "We can't be perfunctory like before."
How can it be called perfunctory? Xiangcheng thought to herself, it's just that she only knows how to make ramen, and Yukimura's cooking level is...
Eating white people’s food every day…is also good, it’s healthy!
But grandma would think that they were just gnawing on raw vegetable leaves, and she had mentioned more than once that she would come and take care of them.
Especially now.
"Should we tell them then?"
Yukimura caressed her belly: "Of course."
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