Slam Dunk: My Study Abroad Career in Northern Hunan

Chapter 38 Won the game?!

Author: Chief Disciple of the Beggar Clan

Chapter 38 Won the game?!

After hanging up the phone with Jinguji Kokari, Budo went to the living room. Fujima Shinichi and his family had already prepared meals and were waiting for Jinguji Budo to take a seat.

Shinichi Fujima's living habits are quite traditional, or quite retro. This is also reflected in the furniture in the restaurant. The Jinguji Martial Arts School has already used normal dining tables, but in Shinichi Fujima's place,

The traditional table is still used, and the diners all have their own seats, and they all sit apart.

The diners cannot sit comfortably on the chairs, but have to kneel down on the tatami. There are not many meals on the table, they are all exquisite small plates.

"Jinguji Budo, come and sit here." When Budo opened the door to the living room, there were three members of Shinichi Fujima's family sitting in the living room. Shinichi Fujima was sitting on the main seat opposite the door, beside him

, a beautiful woman was sitting on her knees, with clean appearance and dignified manner. She looked like she was in her thirties. At this time, she was placing dishes and chopsticks for Shinichi Fujima.

And in the right hand position of Shinichi Fujima, Takako Fujima is sitting upright, eyes closed, seemingly meditating? The seat to Shinichi Fujima's left is empty, with food and dishes already placed on it. Shinichi Fujima points to it

The location is this location.

"Uh okay."

This scene is really too unfamiliar to martial arts. In his memory, even the strict Jinguji family, that is, his grandparents' family, are not so particular. This is the first time martial arts encountered this situation.

When I walked to my seat, I felt a little at a loss and sat down following Shinichi Fujima's example.

But because the table is too short, sitting on the seat with my martial height will feel uncomfortable everywhere.

Fujima Shinichi saw all the little moves of martial arts, was silent for a while, and said to the woman next to him: "Hanako, I will buy a set of tables and chairs for the house tomorrow, the normal kind."

"Um."

The beautiful woman sitting next to Shinichi Fujima hummed softly. After placing the dishes and chopsticks for Shinichi Fujima, her beautiful eyes glanced at Jinguji Martial Arts beside her.

"Martial Arts, I will call you this from now on, to make you appear friendly."

"Let me introduce to you, this is my wife, Hanako Fujima."

"Hanako, this boy's name is Jinguji Martial Arts. He will often come to our house to learn judo in the future."

Shinichi Fujima patted Hanako's back gently, pointed at Jinguji Budo, and introduced him. Budo nodded slightly and greeted Hanako in a slightly reserved manner: "Hello, Teacher Hanako."

The beautiful woman smiled and nodded, and said softly: "Martial arts, right? Thank you for your trust in my husband and your willingness to learn judo from him."

"Shenichi's temper is a bit bad, please bear with me."

"If you have any dissatisfaction, you can tell me."

Fujima Hanako said with a smile, her eyes curved into a crescent shape, kind and gentle.

"It is my honor to study with Mr. Shinichi."

"By the way, Mr. Shinichi, my parents have agreed for me to learn judo from you."

"But my parents want to come and visit in person tomorrow. I wonder if it would be convenient for you, teacher?"

Wu Dao told them that his parents planned to visit him here tomorrow. After all, they were guests, so it was necessary to communicate in advance.

"Well, no problem!"

"I want to take a look and reassure parents."

"Stop being stunned and let's eat."

Shinichi Fujima nodded and responded. Then he saw Budo sitting upright in his seat and not moving his chopsticks, so he hurriedly said. Shinichi Fujima is a person with very strict rules, but his rules are more about restraining himself.

As for others, we don’t require them to follow any rules.

It's just that his wife Hanako comes from a noble family and has very strict rules, and his daughter has also developed such a habit through the subtle influence of the couple.

However, when Fujima Shinichi realized that martial arts did not adapt to their family's rules, he also showed full tolerance.

"Thank you, Shinichi-sensei."

Wu Dao was already hungry. After hearing this, Wu Dao immediately thanked him, then picked up his chopsticks and started to eat the food in front of him. Wu Dao exercised very heavily today, so his appetite was much larger than usual.

Less. Although the meals prepared by Shin Fujima’s family are exquisite, they are not large in quantity.

In just a few minutes, Wu Dao swept away the food in front of him. This was the time it took Wu Dao to pay attention to his eating appearance. You can imagine how little the food was.

Martial Dao dares to say that even those Jiangnan restaurants in China will not have so few dishes.

After finishing his meal, Budo placed his chopsticks on the chopstick holder and looked at Takako Fujima, who was sitting opposite, chewing slowly, and Shinichi Fujima and Hanako Fujima, who were concentrating on eating. He felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

His appetite seems a little out of place?

"Master Wu Dao, let me get you some more. I think you are not full."

"Actually, in our house, snacks are eaten at three or four o'clock in the afternoon to satisfy our hunger."

"Dinner at this time is more like a snack than a dinner, so the portions are not large."

"But don't worry, I knew you were going to stay for dinner, so I prepared more."

Fujima Hanako obviously noticed Budo's embarrassment, put down her chopsticks and said with a smile.

Martial Arts did not refuse. He bowed slightly towards Hanako and thanked him: "Thank you, Teacher Hanako. I'll excuse you."

Just as Hanako was about to stand up, Takako Fujima across from her put down her bowls and chopsticks, picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth. Then she got up first and said to her mother: "Mom, sit down and I'll serve Budo-kun some food."

While talking, Fujima Takako left his seat, came to Budao, took the entire tray and left the restaurant. When Takako came back again, a new portion of food had been placed on the tray.

"Thank you." Wu Dao thanked him softly, and then picked up the chopsticks again. But this time, Wu Dao deliberately slowed down his eating speed. When eating at someone else's house, it is already a bit rude to add more food. It would be disrespectful to add more food.

It seems excessive.

Fujima Shinichi and his family did not speak during the meal, and Budo would not take the initiative to find topics because of the embarrassment. This embarrassing dinner ended quickly in a dull atmosphere.

After the meal, Budo followed Masao Fujima to the dojo. After the two briefly communicated about the time and training plan for learning judo after Budo, Budo stood up and left.

Before leaving, Wu Dao left his contact information and also wrote down the approximate location of the mansion.

When Wu Dao returned home, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and his parents had already gone to bed. After a brief wash, the tired Wu Dao curled up on his bed and fell into sleep.

The cool moonlight falls from the sky.

In the hotel, Akira Sendō was lying on the tatami by the window, with his hands behind his head and staring blankly at the night outside the window. In his mind, the scenes of the afternoon game were turning like pages of a book.

"I didn't expect there to be such a master in Kanagawa."

"If we meet Takeishi Junior High School in the national competition and we don't find a way to deal with that guy, I'm afraid we will still lose."

"Misui Shou, I remember you!"

(End of chapter)