You all know very well what is the most important thing in this world, right?

That's right, it's face.

It's not money, it's not lifespan, it's not even power. The most important thing in this world is face.

And in this time of adolescence, face is sometimes even greater than life. If you beat him up in front of him, but give him enough face, you may be able to communicate well in the future. But if you slap your face in the face, then there's no need to talk about it. Wait for the great revenge of life and death. Junior high school students and high school students have a bill for the protection of minors, squatting in your alley, squatting one by one, and not running.

At this age of high school students, they are even better than junior high school students. When the subtle adult consciousness sprouts and the residual childish psychology is intertwined, their behavior becomes completely different from that of junior high school. They begin to deliberately become adult-like and social, as if they can hide their age with such behavior. Use a variety of mature behaviors to interpret the beautiful life of different colors on campus. This is the normal psychology of a high school student.

We are no longer junior high school students, so we can't continue to Secondary 2 like that. We need to have a good habit of living, and we have to have the awareness that we are already an adult. See, in this case, a high school student is born.

So it's completely understandable. It is no longer a maverick middle and second series, but it still pursues an eye-catching visual system. Think which direction you lack adult taste, and start to make up for and modify it step by step. Congratulations, congratulations, and if I were their parents, I would be proud of it. After three years of college training, he will be a qualified stunned young man.

But it's a pity, here, in this venue, in this tennis court, what I'm going to announce.

Only one side of this place is passable.

“…… I said, blonde over there. I didn't say I was going to lend you a tennis court, did I? ”

He snorted softly, and his dead fish-like eyes looked indifferently at the people whose expressions had stiffened.

"Huh? Huh? ”

They seemed to dislike rejection, and one by one they had already stepped into the tennis court, ready to pick up their rackets and tennis balls and plan to do a lot of virtue. After being rejected, both of them showed surprised looks.

Hey, hey, do you really think we're wooden people? That's not going to work. In real life, those seemingly inconspicuous people are likely to be the ones who will give you the fatal blow, right? For example, the stats committee over there cowered and ended up recording your name in the record. Another example is that the kind-looking squad leader secretly crossed your name off the list or something. If you don't know how to be rejected, you can't get along in this world, right?

A murderous knife never reflects light, remember that, young people.

"It doesn't matter, right? Aren't you that the last few of you anyway? What's the use of occupying such a large space? It's nothing to share a little bit with us, right? Besides, aren't you just a small club, and training isn't very useful, right? This is not a youth inspirational novel, a national competition or something is not something you can count on, how about giving up early? ”

Kim, who had already lifted the tennis racket, swung the racket, flicked the tennis ball in his hand, and said to us with a natural expression. It looked like he was repeating a truth, and a few rhetorical questions darkened Sakaga's expression.

"Ah~huh~ Isn't this Yui? How did you get mixed up with this group of tennis clubs? ”

The woman glanced at our faces, then glared at Yui Yui, who was huddled behind her under the snow, as if she had seen a new world, and pointed impolitely at the other side, shouting loudly. Then another deliberate and contrived expression, raising his eyebrows high, staring defiantly like a rooster at the snow in front of Yubihama.

"This one can't be Yukino-san, right? You, the most popular among the entire students, why would you be in this place and be with these people who have no future? You don't want to monopolize this venue alone, do you? It's too much~"

"I'm sorry, I don't know who you are. But I guess it doesn't matter how much space I have, right? The blonde unknown classmate over there. ”

Snow hit the woman perfectly with a confused expression, causing the blonde guy to cut off unpleasantly.

"Wait a minute, you two, it's just a one-time borrowing, it's not a big deal, is it? And you just need some training, right? So how do we make up a match? If we win, we will lend us the tennis court, and of course it won't get in the way of your connection. If we lose, we should also exercise in front of us, so it's okay to distribute it like this, right? ”

Hayato Hayama, this good guy with a little cold sweat on his forehead, stood up and began to fight. But what is a little strange is that he seems to have decided that the person in charge is under the snow, and he always looks at the side under the snow, and says directly.

Is it an acquaintance you once knew? It didn't look like I didn't know him.

Yes...... It's a little uncomfortable to be subtle.

But what does that have to do with me? I'm a law-abiding Hachiman-san. I can understand those youths and whatever, and of course I would like to see a bloody tennis duel in a comic, and then pass a good story or something to each other. and then understand each other through a series of things, and then compose a wonderful but bloody love story.

If I knew tennis, I believe that with that lonely strength, I must be a tennis master, right?

At least the balloon or something should be possible.

Unfortunately, I'm just an ordinary high school student and don't know how to play magically. At the end of the day, that kind of thing is something that can be done in fiction. I can only do what a student can do.

I quietly pulled out my phone in a corner where they weren't looking, and clicked into the phone book.

What is it that one student can do that is the most lethal to other students, and even that they can't get involved here?

Of course, it's to sue the teacher.

"Hey, Bi Qi Gu, if you want to harass the teacher if you have nothing to do in your spare time like this, I will give you a taste of what is called the Beidou Hundred Split Fist. I'm serious. ”

"Kenjiro, you! Forget it, don't mention this. I would like to ask, you don't give other students permission to use the tennis court, right? ”

"Of course, why do you think that?"

"The other teachers probably didn't give anyone permission to use it, right?"

"What the hell are you thinking? You are the only group of students who have nothing to do and use the tennis court. ”

"So what do you think about the fact that there is a group of students in the tennis court who are grabbing the court and causing a riot? They also said that they wanted to compete, in a very passionate way. It's like a shonen manga from decades ago, and it's up to you to decide it. Ah, I'm using a tennis racket now, it looks so youthful. I just don't know how to calculate the loss of the road. ”

“…… You stay there for me, I'll be there in three minutes. ”

"Of course I'm not going to run."

Hanging up the phone, I leaned against the barbed wire and squinted at the group of enthusiastically boiled high school students wielding rackets.

Yes...... Anyway, youth is good.