At this time, Miyazawa's palms were pinched hard, revealing a bloodless paleness, which was no different from her face, and cold sweat broke out on her back.

In the panic, Miyazawa seemed to be shocked by the fear and took a few steps back, but her small action provoked Sakura to show a silent mocking smile.

What to do, do you want to admit defeat?

Just as he was thinking like this, there was a lot of discussion in the audience, and there was no shortage of malicious speculation and ridicule.

"Look, look, that girl is scared."

"Isn't this a matter of course, the girl on the other side is so strong, this unlucky guy must have retreated in his heart."

What was even harsher was that even some of the people in the class who knew her whispered something that was not out of sympathy.

"Miyazawa, she's scared, she can't see that Katase is so good at tennis, it's a monster."

"Presumably that guy Miyazawa should throw away his tennis racket and admit defeat and cry his nose~"

"Poofha!!"

Fear and reluctance are intertwined, and the heart of struggle is mixed with humble self-esteem. Being watched by everyone with that kind of view and gaze, Miyazawa felt like putting her on a burner.

With a distorted ugly face looking at Kawasaki Mise with hostility, still with that hateful face of smiling and groaning, Miyazawa gritted his teeth tightly, and thought in his heart that he must find an opportunity to teach the other party a good lesson. But for Sakura, she didn't even dare to cast her eyes, so how could she talk about hostility?

"Palace... Miyazawa, to... Either we ... Admit defeat? ”

At this time, her companion trembled and suggested to her, his face full of weakness and confusion.

And this proposal stimulated Miyazawa's sensitive heart even more, and out of that ridiculous self-esteem, and the tangled emotions of not wanting to be underestimated by others, Miyazawa changed his face and finally raised his head.

"You can't give up."

"But..."

"Absolutely not!"

Miyazawa, who accentuated his tone, looked a little hysterical, roaring and yelling at his companions. After a while, I realized that it didn't help to be angry with my friend, and I couldn't help but bow my head slightly with apologies.

"I'm sorry...

Slowly calming down, Miyazawa began to make a plan to 'win' in earnest.

"Listen, don't you hit the ball to Katase and stare at Kawasaki to attack, okay?"

Since the other party is so powerful, then win in a roundabout way, and pick up the persimmon softly and pinch it. The companion still looked bottomless, but when he saw that she insisted, he had to reluctantly nod.

"yes, I see...

The third game, begin!

"Don't underestimate us!"

The grim look on Miyazawa's face made people feel as if they were fighting against the water, and the voice of swishing through the wind and the sound of gently bouncing came out.

The ball flew to the right side of Kawasaki Mise at high speed, Kawasaki Mise adjusted his posture and ran to the side to catch the ball, but the landing point of the ball was too tricky, and Kawasaki couldn't save it with all his might.

But this ball was not received, and Kawasaki Mise did not feel discouraged, but a smile of unknown meaning was hooked at the corner of his mouth.

The whistle blows, and the game is 3-1!

"Oh, you're pretty capable, that Miyazawa guy! ~”

With a long sigh of relief, Miyazawa seemed to hear the praise coming from the audience, but it was unknown who made a different sound, which was particularly harsh, and the praise instantly turned into mockery.

"Now it's the turn of that girl named Katase to serve."

"That's right, it's a good show! Will that guy Miyazawa be beaten to tears? ”

"You're going to be killed, right?"

"Hahaha, that's an exaggeration!"

The burst of discussion knocked her back to reality again, swallowing her saliva and looking nervously at Sakura's side.

Knock-knock-knock

Sakura had a smiling expression, but the smile made Miyazawa shudder. I saw the essentials of dribbling with a Sakura basketball, bouncing the ball on the ground and catching it repeatedly, and the sound of hitting the ground seemed to be beating her heart.

The smile on his face became brighter and brighter, and it was obviously a sunny girl's smile, Miyazawa only felt extremely terrifying, as if he was being targeted by a beast, and his heart was in his throat.

"I said, if you admit defeat early, there will be nothing left, why ~~ do you have to fight me to the death for that meaningless face and humble self-esteem?"

It was as if the Virgin Mary had mercy on the world, and Sakura smacked her lips with a sad face, shaking her head as if she was taking pity on something.

"Miyazawa-san, don't you think I'm joking with you when I said it before?"

Sakura's eyes as clear as a lake cast coldness, and said with a sneer, instantly shattering Miyazawa's luck psychology!

The cold hairs on his back stood up, and Miyazawa's legs began to tremble.

"Just use this ball to make your pretty little face bloom beautifully, bright red flowers~~"

Sakura's tone was not like a joke at all, Miyazawa's face was instantly covered with fear, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the ball thrown high, and at the moment when Sakura's racket hit, the string in Miyazawa's heart finally broke!

"Don't !!"

With a scream that didn't know how many decibels it was, Miyazawa immediately threw away his racket, hugged his head tightly and trembled in a posture of holding his head and squatting.

"Hahahaha!!"

"Hahaha!"

A burst of laughter came from outside the field.,Miyazawa was embarrassed.,Just wondering that Sakura's ball hadn't hit yet.,Look up.。。。

I saw that the green round ball was landing at Sakura's feet, and Sakura stuck out her tongue and folded her hands together with an embarrassed expression.

"I'm sorry~~ my hand slipped and the ball fell to the ground~~"

Looking at Sakura's playful smile, how could Miyazawa not understand that she was tricked by Sakura again!

Tears blurred her vision, the laughter and her vision were like pins and needles, and she couldn't bear it anymore with a red face of shame, and she kicked off her racket and ran out of the tennis court crying.

"You ... Woohoo... Give me... Remember ... ”

Before running, he also left a cruel sentence that was not ruthless at all, and the "villain" withdrew.

"Kawasaki-san, shall we continue?"

The crowd of onlookers scattered a little with a look of fun, but there were still a few who seemed to be expecting something else to stay outside the venue. Sakura asked with a smile as she held her tennis racket in one hand.

Kawasaki Mise shook her head, fine beads of sweat wet her forehead, her hair felt a little slimy against it, and her face was panting with red tides. A young female high school student after sports has a strange charm.

"I'm a little tired, I'm not confident in my physical strength, and although Katase-san's appearance is not enough, I can only apologize."

Looking at Sakura's face is not red and breathless. Kawasaki Mise knows that he has a few pounds and a few taels, not only physical strength, but also Sakura is not an opponent at all in other aspects, rather than being ashamed like Miyazawa, it is better to shirk it early.

"yes, it's a pity...

Sakura said with a little pity, just now I felt that this game was a bit interesting, although she also knew that there was no suspense in competing with ordinary people.

"How about I'm your opponent, Sakura?"

A voice interjected strongly, and everyone gathered their eyes curiously. After all, Sakura had just won the title of "Tennis Devil" and "Most Unpopular Tennis Opponent" from those onlookers' private discussions, and many good people gathered around again to see who dared to challenge the terrifying "Devil".

The visitor had short and neat hair, and a smile on his youthful and lively face.

Sakura laughed along, looking at her opponent with satisfaction, her eyes full of war.

"Yes, China!"