"I don't know how to play tennis."

I shrugged my shoulders at the unkind snow and said lightly.

That's right, the reason why I didn't play was as simple as that, because I didn't know how to play tennis at all.

After all, you can't expect a lone homemaker to play tennis outside without any leisure and then play an unscientific whirlwind ball against the wall. Such a plot is a bit too much even for a youth comic, right?

So I'm proud to say that I don't play tennis.

I don't even know what the rules are, let alone anything like that. To be precise, I didn't have anyone to practice in those physical education classes, so I had to volley against the wall by myself. And because I often write at home, my poor coordination skills have made me develop a good habit of playing one and throwing one at the other.

Well, this kind of thing is quite reasonable. Just as it is impossible for an obese man to fight an athlete in a long-distance race, it is impossible for a dead man to fight a hooligan on top of the brave (except for the sake of the house).

"So it's normal that I don't know how to play tennis." I explained it as a matter of course.

"It's a piece of shit."

"Small business, it's really useless......"

"Hachiman-san, you have to work harder, huh?"

But I don't know what Lu Dao is for, this natural explanation has been exchanged for different degrees of pity from the three people.

Hey, it's too embarrassing to expect a liberal arts student to do any physical activity, right? It's better to say that the kind of guy who has excellent all-around results in sports and is good at sports and can play, and then is not popular does not exist in this world at all, right?

If I know how to play tennis, I'll just find someone to practice and show off my skills, and a lot of girls will pounce on me. But what's the solution, I just can't play tennis. Besides, what does it matter if you don't know how to play tennis, it's just that you don't know how to play a sport. Do I want to popularize the basis of anthropology? Everyone has something they are good at, and everyone is not good at something, so you need to understand this kind of thing a little bit, right?

But just as I was frowning and trying to describe to the three of us the inevitable connection between tennis and waste, a sudden voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts.

"Hayama-san~The tennis court here seems to be usable~"

A voice that is swaggering and rightfully so.

It sounds like our tennis court is just for them.

Since they have all been provoked like this, it is not my style not to respond. So I looked up and squinted at the group of people who were gradually walking towards the tennis court.

It was a group of people who were very close to Yubihama.

It's not about their personalities or anything, it's about the outfit they wear.

As if deliberately to show off his style, he wore hair of different colors and bits and pieces of clothing on his body. Constantly describing what with exaggerated poses and techniques squandered their seemingly endless vitality.

Needless to say, these are the people I said before, enjoying their youth. They take their age as a matter of course, they don't seem to have any concept of fear, they don't have a sense of reverence for anything, they take everything in this world as something they deserve, and then fight for it.

To sum it up in the simplest terms, this is a group of would-be criminals who have been protected, a group of criminals under their age.

Ah, what do you mean by that?

Charge now, go die.

"Hey, the referee over there, his eyes are rotten, huh?"

“…… I don't need you to talk too much. ”

Glaring at the snow where the corners of my mouth were slightly upturned and seemed to be happy, now it was my turn to start to have an evil fire.

The leader of this group of bells and whistles seems to be a schoolgirl with a golden auger bit. She was in the middle of a group of people, and without any taboos, she pulled the arm of a male classmate with a wry smile on her face, pointed to the tennis court and said loudly.

"Na~Na~Hayama-san~ It looks like there's a tennis court with no one here? Shall we go play a little bit? I've been practicing tennis before, right? Let's have some fun~" This leader is rubbing him coquettishly against the handsome guy next to him with a sweet and greasy voice that does not fit her image at all, completely ignoring us on the tennis court.

"Huh? But I'm not very good at tennis, am I? ”

The handsome guy scratched his head in embarrassment, then turned to look at us. It seems that because of the distance, they didn't see us clearly, but thought that we were practicing as if we were students of the tennis club.

"Forget it, I'm making a fool of myself when I fight, and I'm not interested in letting others see my embarrassed appearance. And others are also practicing, so don't bother them. The people in the tennis club are not just for fun, they have to do something serious. It's not good to disturb them practicing, right? ”

Yes, it's not a good choice to bother us, even though we're not from a tennis club.

I couldn't help but nod to the handsome guy from afar.

This guy is different from his appearance, and he is surprisingly a good person.

A good person who makes excuses for others while blocking his peers, and even exposes his weaknesses.

But to be honest, it's a shame that such a guy is actually a handsome guy. It's not bad if it's an ordinary person, but it's impossible to look at a handsome guy or a good person. Especially when this guy has excellent academic performance and sports performance is the MVP of the football club, he can experience the kind of light that seems to be non-existent.

Hayato Hayama, the MVP of the football club, ranked second in the whole school year, and he is also a handsome guy who makes people feel like a spring breeze. Although I have only met a few times from afar, I still know about his existence. After all, when there is a teacher who uses this guy as a model to educate others every day, even if you don't want to know the Tao, you will subconsciously have a conditioned reflex. So I know him, but he can't know me. But judging by the first impressions, I don't give him a low rating.

It's really rare from a high school student's point of view. Even if you go to the workplace, as long as you don't get directly involved in those political struggles, then sooner or later you can mix up a world, right? After all, anyone who is delicate and smart will like it.

Unfortunately, however, his companions were not so shrewd.

"Eh~What's the matter~ It's not a big deal to borrow it once~"

The woman, who didn't know whether she was squeamish or arrogant, walked over to us with the smiles of the people on their side.

"Hey, I don't know who the tennis club is over there~" The woman with the golden drill didn't even look at people with too many eyes, but walked straight to the court and picked up a tennis racket and a tennis ball, looking like a matter of course.

"Let's borrow this venue for an afternoon to play, thank you~"

She said this, waving her racket as if she were the owner of the tennis court.

“…… Hehe. ”

It was as if I heard the sound of two sane lines snapping.

One is mine, and the other is under the snow.