Take a man with Onee-sama

"Miharu-san is in front."

After sliding forward for a while, Naoki immediately saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

Figure skating is a competitive sport at the Winter Olympics, easy to learn but hard to master. If everyone else was skating, then Miharu was a fighter on the ice.

Mafuyu looked at Miharu, saw the girl spinning and jumping on the ice, the corners of her lips lifted slightly, revealing a relieved smile.

Then...

Mafuyu turned around, grabbed Naoki and slid backwards.

"Sensei?"

"Keep practicing."

"Didn't you mean to slide around the field?"

"I didn't say it."

Mafuyu wanted to get away, but unfortunately she was a step too late, and only a few steps away, came a startled cry from behind:

"Onee-sama!"

Miharu dashed, dodging left and right on the ice, as if entering a world where no one was, and came to Mafuyu and Naoki in an instant.

"Onee-sama." Miharu's eyes shone brightly and filled with a beautiful brilliance, "You were just skating?"

"Not." Mafuyu said indifferently, "This is the first time he has come to the skating rink, and he can't be silent, I will take him to practice..."

After a pause, Mafuyu took a half step back and said calmly:

"It just so happened that you came here, and the task of teaching will be left to you."

"So that's how..."

Miharu wilted, looked at Naoki pitifully, suddenly her eyes lit up, she stretched out her hand to cover her stomach, and let out an exaggerated scream:

"Ouch~"

"Miharu?"

Mafuyu looked suspicious.

"Onee-sama, I suddenly have a stomach ache." Miharu said sadly, "The task of teaching Asakawa is still up to you."

Saying that, without giving Mafuyu a chance to refuse, she moved his feet and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Miharu ran away, and Mafuyu couldn't let Naoki ignore her, so she could only continue:

"Keep practicing."

"Okay."

Naoki stretched out his right hand.

Mafuyu said: "Can't you skate yourself?"

"I just fell, I think it's a psychological shadow." Naoki shrugged, seeing Mafuyu squinting his eyes, he changed the subject, "But if I practice for a bit, I should almost be able to."

"...Insult."

Mafuyu grabbed Naoki's right hand and continued to teach by hand.

After a while.

Both managed to circle the edge of the arena.

"Train yourself."

Mafuyu let go of his right hand and stood to the side, clearly not intending to lend a hand.

Naoki raised his hand and said:

"It still doesn't feel like..."

"Then you don't need to study." Mafuyu looked disgusted, "Go home early."

Elementary students can slide on their own after practicing for a long time, it's impossible for high school students to continue learning.

One person slid into a corner and stood still, Mafuyu was silent for a while, and his eyes were quickly attracted by a group of small children who were learning skating not far away. They are all in a hurry, young and cute, and people can't help but smile.

"Sensei really likes children?"

Naoki slid in front of Mafuyu.

"Um."

Mafuyu nodded lightly, and quickly regained his senses, and the gentle smile on his lips disappeared suddenly.

"I just saw someone over there recruiting a part-time figure skating teacher over the weekend." Naoki pointed at the entrance, "If sensei is bored on weekends, you can come and teach elementary school students to figure skating."

Hearing this sentence, a moment of doubt appeared on Mafuyu's face, then she looked away and said calmly:

"Stop talking, I'm not interested."

"Then come over for ice skating next weekend?"

"Not come."

"I suddenly want to regain the joy of childhood…"

"Go back and write another review."

...

Skating is over.

"Kirisu sensei, Miharu-san." Sekijou waved his hand and bowed to leave, "I'll be back first."

Mafuyu nodded lightly and said:

"Careful."

"I am hungry." Miharu pressed her stomach, "Onee-sama, let's go have dinner together?"

Mafuyu agreed, then glanced at Naoki.

Naoki shrugged and said:

"Then I'll go first?"

"What are you going to do, let's go eat a barbecue buffet together. My friend told me there was a barbecue restaurant that was super good." Miharu smiled brightly and sweetly, brightening the gloomy sky, "Let's hurry."

"Sensei, what are you saying?"

Naoki looked at Mafuyu and asked with his eyes.

Mafuyu glared at him angrily, but she didn't push her away at all.

I went out to play today, mainly to thank Asakawa for saving Miharu last weekend, and it was customary to treat guests to dinner.

Under Miharu's lead, the three of them went to the barbecue buffet together.

Miharu was in a good mood for some reason, and she didn't let anyone go in the afternoon. She takes Mafuyu and Naoki to take photo stickers together, and is also very interested in catching dolls.

Too bad the technology is so bad. After tossing a few coins, she didn't catch a single doll. Naoki couldn't take it anymore, so he helped catch some dolls.

"Asakawa is amazing!"

Miharu hugged the doll and looked at Naoki in surprise.

"Catching a doll is like skating, you have no skills." Naoki complained, "It's weird that you can catch a doll with the 'happy hook method'."

"It turned out like this, no wonder other people can catch it as soon as they catch it, but I can't catch it every time." Miharu suddenly realized, looking forward to staring at Naoki, "I want to study."

Of course, Naoki wouldn't refuse, and the technique of catching the doll wasn't like the basic soup recipe at a ramen restaurant.

Then...

Three people caught dolls in the mall all afternoon.

"Miharu-san, your hands are too stiff."

"No, my hands are obviously very flexible…"

"When holding a doll, remember to use wrist strength, not the whole arm."

"Yes."

"Too fast, next time slower."

"Accept."

"Too slow again, are you a sloth!"

"I apologize!"

Facts have proven that many things do require talent. If Miharu is very talented at skating, then she has no talent at catching dolls!

Naoki's mouth was dry, but he still couldn't enlighten Miharu.

"Forget it, you can play alone."

Naoki chose to give up.

"Not." Miharu turned her head sadly, "I can still keep it."

Miharu suddenly averted her gaze, her face quickly turned red, and suddenly stretched out a finger, poked Naoki's arm, and whispered:

"It's just hard to understand… or trying to teach like everyone else?"

Naoki looked at Miharu's finger, and immediately saw a boy in another claw machine, teaching the girl by hand.

"I refuse."

Naoki answered simply.

"Eh?" Miharu was surprised, "Why don't you agree?"

Why?

Naoki glanced at the expressionless Mafuyu beside him. In front of Sensei, I taught you how to hold a doll with my hands. I will be frozen to death by cold eyes!

"It's getting late, time to go home." Naoki waved his hand firmly, "Goodbye."

"Okay then..." Miharu was disappointed and sad, "Let's play together next week."

Very good.

Pass plan.

"Miharu was displeased just now." Miharu clenched her fists. "Miharu keep working hard, tease Asakawa here, and let Onee-sama out of the sea of misery as soon as possible!"