The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"Ha~~ Let me tell you, why do we have to watch some tennis match?"

The one who spoke was a petite girl with energetic red twin ponytails tied on her head. She was yawning long and tiredly at the moment, and at the same time she kept complaining about the two people beside her:

"Don't Kirino have a game in the afternoon? Why don't we just find a coffee shop to stay? There will be cake."

"Shut up, Kanako."

The black-haired girl made a serious face and said:

"It's just because you're too lazy that we have to find something to do, isn't it?"

"This reason is too far-fetched!"

Kanako looked at the black-haired girl exaggeratedly, then seemed to think of something, and a playful smile gradually appeared at the corner of her mouth:

"Hey, could it be that Ayase has gained weight recently, so she doesn't dare to eat sweet things?"

"You, what are you talking about!"

Ayase, whose face was flushed, grabbed Kanako's head. She couldn't tell that she had such strength despite her weak appearance. She saw that Kanako's feet were almost leaving the ground.

"Surrender, surrender! I was wrong! Help~ Kirino!"

"Oh, Ayase, Kanako, you two stop fighting."

Caught between the two of them, Kirino had a look of helplessness and could only smile bitterly and try to pull away the two friends. Ayase was pink and black, and Kanako was thick-headed. It was really tiring for her to be the peacemaker for the two of them every time. ah.

"Ayase, Kanako didn't do it on purpose, let's forget it this time."

"Hmph, since Kirino said so."

Ayase here is still listening to her very much, and it's over after a little reassurance, then Kirino turned to Kanako again:

"Kanako, hurry up and apologize to Ayase, you"

"Wow! Look at Kirino over there!"

"ah?"

Before Kirino finished speaking, Kanako interrupted. She pulled Kirino's sleeve and pointed in the direction not far away. There were two people passing by holding tennis rackets one after the other. The former's dazzling The blond hair attracted Kanako instantly.

"That's a handsome guy! He's also super stylish!"

Ignoring the black-faced Ayase, Kanako said enthusiastically:

"Hey, they look like they are going to play a game, let's go and have a look! Anyway, it's all tennis, so it's not watching there."

"Kanako, you."

Ayase was about to give a lecture, but saw Kirino who was sandwiched between them with a dull expression on his face.

"Tirino?"

She called her friend's name in confusion, but the other party didn't seem to hear her. He just focused on the two people who just passed by, or to be precise, the one who was following the handsome guy with sparkling blond hair.

"No way"

She murmured in disbelief:

"Why is that guy here?"

"It's here, it's here."

Following Ye Shan, he entered an outdoor court without any obstruction. Perhaps because there was a county competition today, there were almost no people here.

"The rules of the competition are just the normal ones, okay?"

"up to you."

Wu Ye doesn't care about this. Since he has chosen to go to all the trouble to follow the other party here, he will charge some interest anyway. He has no interest in anything before this.

"Then how about just using coins to decide the service game, or just letting me go first?"

"casual."

"Thank you very much."

Standing at the baseline of the opponent's court, Hayama began to prepare before serving. At the same time, he didn't know whether he was talking to himself or explaining to Takeya, he said:

"Actually, I'm not very good at tennis, much worse than the minister."

Hayama said so.

"If you were at my level, I might lose even more ugly under your hands, right?"

"What do you mean?"

Takeru was inevitably surprised by Hayama's words. He thought that this guy should be stronger than the minister before he wanted to fight for revenge, but this time he gave in beforehand.

"I don't mean anything special, I just have to do something."

Although Ye Shan's words were full of involuntary helplessness, there was no trace of forced feeling in the expression on his face.

The chat seemed to have come to an end. Hayama tightened his grip on the racket in his hand, gently threw the ball up, and hit it hard.

Takeya's mind was still distractedly thinking about Hayama's intentions, but his body also moved on its own with its powerful reaction nerves. There was almost no need for prediction. The moment Hayama hit the ball, he saw where the ball would land.

Starting, stopping, swinging the racket, and hitting the ball back, the tennis ball hit by Takeya flew back to Hayama's court at a completely unscientific speed and force, and naturally no opponent caught it.

Hayama, who was a step late, could only watch the ball leave the court without catching up.

"Sure enough, Kosaka-san."

Even after losing it, there was no embarrassment on Hayama's face. His expression, like his mask, didn't seem to change with his mood.

"Nasty guy."

This performance once again reduced the compatibility between Takeya and Hayama, and he began to fulfill his previous promise and shorten the game time mercilessly.

1-0

2-0

5-0

The game went very fast. If it was Hayama's serve, he could still touch the ball, but if it was Takeya's serve, he would almost win the game with four consecutive balls.

Just when Wu Ye thought the game would end without any suspense.

"drink--!"

Ye Shan, whose defeat was obvious, suddenly accelerated in a short distance, and abruptly hit back the ball that he couldn't catch originally. No, this statement is a bit inaccurate. It should be said that he predicted the ball's landing point.

It took a full five rounds to see clearly that Wu Ye's ball was for this last ball. I have to say that this patience alone is enough to move Wu Ye, but it's a pity

boom!

The returned ball was sent back by Wu Ye mercilessly in a faster and more ruthless way than before, this time Ha Shan failed to catch the ball again.

Not of course?

"6-0, the game is over, are you satisfied with this?"

"It seems so"

Ye Shan's expression that had never been turbulent finally loosened a little bit. It seems that Wu Ye deliberately increased the intensity at the last moment so that he tasted a real sense of shock.

"It's a pity, originally I still thought that with my... Huh? Kosaka-san?"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Shan's expression was slightly astonished, because Wu Ye, who was supposed to be standing opposite him, had already packed up his things and left.

Don’t you even want to say one more word?

The smile on the corner of Ye Shan's mouth was a little stiff, maybe this should be the way he should be when he smiled wryly, but unfortunately Wu couldn't see it, but the other person did.

"Haha, what's your expression, Ye Shan?"

"Ms. Hiratsuka?"

Ye Shan was surprised to find that the teacher leading the team had appeared in the auditorium outside the stadium at some time. She was wearing the same white coat as before, but the beer in her hand was replaced with juice at this moment.

"Yo."

No one greeted seriously, and the woman called the teacher shook the canned juice in her hand to Hayama:

"I heard from Totsuka that you came out to find someone to fight one-on-one. I didn't expect to lose so badly. It's embarrassing."

"Ah ha ha"

Hearing Hiratsuka-sensei's merciless words, Hayama rubbed his head in embarrassment:

"That kind of powerful strength was honed by Kosaka-san over time. As an outsider, I just practiced in a joking way for a few years. Is it normal to lose?"

"Well, that's true. If you can beat him, I'd like to wonder if you're all right and dreaming at home every day."

"Hey, what do you mean?"

Hiratsuka-sensei's words made Hayama a little confused, but the other party just smiled and didn't explain various mysteries to him:

"You're just talking to yourself, don't worry about it."

Thank you, passers-by, for your reward.