Chapter 11 Your Plug-in Is Not as Strong as Mine
"Ha~~ I said, why do we want to watch some tennis game?"
It was a petite girl with a red ponytail tied to her head, who was yawning long with a tired face at the moment, and at the same time kept complaining about the two people beside her:
"Isn't there still a game in the afternoon? Isn't it good to honestly find a café to stay in? And cakes. ”
"Shut up, Kanako."
The black-haired girl made a lesson with a straight face:
"It's because you're so lazy that we're going to find something to do, aren't we?"
"That's too far-fetched!"
Kanako, who is called, looked at the black-haired girl exaggeratedly, and then seemed to think of something, and the corners of her mouth gradually showed a playful smile:
"Hehe, could it be that Ayase has gained weight recently, so she doesn't dare to eat sweet things, right?"
"You, what do you say!"
Ayase, whose face was flushed, grabbed Kanako's head, and couldn't see that she looked weak and had so much strength, seeing that Kanako's two feet were about to leave the ground.
"Surrender and surrender! I was wrong! Help~ Kirino! ”
"Alas, Ayase, Kanako, you two don't make trouble......"
Kirino was caught between the two and was full of helplessness, so she had to smile bitterly and try to pull the two friends apart, Ayase is pink and black, Kanako is thick nerves, and she is really tired every time she goes to be a peacemaker for the two of them.
"Ayase, Kanako didn't mean it, forget it this time."
"Hmph, since Kirino said so......"
Ayase here still listens to her own words, and after a little appeasement, it's over, and then Kirino turns to Kanako again:
"Kanako, hurry up and apologize to Ayase, you ......"
"Wow! Look at Kirino over there! ”
"Huh?"
Kirino was interrupted by Kanako before she could finish speaking, she tugged at Kirino's sleeve and pointed in the direction not far away, where two people were passing by with tennis rackets, and the former's dazzling blonde hair instantly attracted Kanako.
"That's a handsome guy! It's still a super stylish type! ”
Ignoring Ayase, who had a black face on the side, Kanako said with great interest:
"Naa, they look like they're going to play too, let's go over and have a look! It's all tennis anyway, so it's not about watching there. ”
"Kanako, you......"
Ayase was about to preach, but saw Kirino sandwiched between them with a dull expression.
"Kirino?"
She called out her friend's name in confusion, but the other person didn't seem to hear it, and just fixed her eyes on the two people who had just passed by, the one who followed the glittering blonde handsome guy to be exact.
"Isn't it......"
She muttered incredulously:
"Why is that guy ....... here?"
......
"Here it is."
followed Hayama into an outdoor stadium without hindrance, perhaps because there was a prefectural tournament today, and there were almost no people here.
"The rules of the game are just normal, okay?"
"Whatever you want."
Wu Yecai didn't care about these, since he specially chose to follow the other party here in trouble, then he had to charge some interest anyway, and he was not interested in anything before.
"The decision on the serve is made with coins...... No, what should I do first? ”
"Whatever."
"Thank you."
Standing at the bottom line of the opposite court, Hayama began to prepare before serving, and at the same time, he didn't know whether he was talking to himself or explaining to Takeya, he said:
"Actually, I don't play tennis very well, it's much worse than the minister."
That's what Hayama said.
"If it's my level, maybe it's even more ugly to lose under you, right?"
"What do you mean?"
Takeshi also felt the inevitable surprise at Hayama's words, he thought that this guy should be stronger before he wanted to fight a revenge war, but this wave of instigation in advance was what happened.
"I don't mean anything special, it's just something that has to be done."
Although Hayama's words were full of helplessness, there was no trace of forced feeling on his face.
The small talk seemed to end here, and Hayama clenched the racket in his hand, tossed the ball gently, and slammed it over.
Takeya's mind was still distracted thinking about Hayama's intentions, but his body also moved on its own with strong reflexes, and there was almost no need to predict, and the moment Hayama hit the ball, he saw where the ball landed.
Start, stop, swing the racket, hit the ball back, and the tennis ball that was hit by Takeya flew back to Hayama's court with a completely unscientific speed and strength when it came, and then, as a matter of course, no opponent caught it.
Hayama, who was a step late, could only watch the ball leave the field, and he didn't catch up.
"That's amazing, Takasaka-san."
Even if he lost it, there was no embarrassment on Hayama's face, and his expression, like the mask, didn't seem to change with his mood.
"Nasty guy."
This performance once again degraded the relationship between Takeya and Hayama, and he began to fulfill his previous promise, cutting back the time of the match without mercy.
1-0
2-0
5-0
The speed of the game was very fast, and if it was Hayama's serve, he could still touch the ball, but if it was replaced by Takeya's serve, it was almost four consecutive balls to win a game.
Just when Takeya thought that the game would end without suspense.
"Drink ——!"
Hayama, who was undoubtedly defeated, suddenly accelerated in a short distance, and hit the ball back that he couldn't catch, no, this statement is a little inaccurate, it should be said that he predicted the landing point of the ball.
It took five full innings to see Takeya's ball path clearly for this last ball, and I have to say that this patience alone is enough to move Takeya, but it's a pity......
Bang!
The ball that was hit back was sent back by Takeya mercilessly in a faster and more ruthless way than just now, and this time Hayama failed to receive the ball again.
Isn't it a matter of course?
"6-0, the game is over, are you satisfied?"
"It seems so......"
Hayama's expression, which had never been turbulent, finally loosened slightly, and it seemed that it was the intensity that Takeya deliberately increased at the end of the day to give him a real sense of blow.
"It's a pity, I originally thought that with my ...... Hey? Takasaka-san? ”
Before he finished speaking, Ye Shan's expression was slightly stunned, because Wu Ye, who was supposed to be standing opposite him, had actually packed up his things and left at this time.
Don't you even want to say more?
The smile on the corner of Ye Shan's mouth was slightly stiff, maybe this should be what he should look like when he smiled bitterly, but unfortunately Wu couldn't see it, but the other person did.
"Haha, what's that look on your face, Hayama."
"Hiratsuka-sensei?"
Hayama was surprised to find that the teacher who led the team actually appeared in the audience outside the venue, she was wearing the same white coat as always, but the beer in her hand was replaced with juice at the moment.
"Yo."
Without saying hello seriously, the woman called the teacher shook the canned juice in her hand at Hayama:
"I heard Tozuka say that you came out to find someone to fight alone, but I didn't expect to lose so badly, shame."
"Ahaha......"
Listening to Mr. Hiratsuka's merciless words, Hayama touched his head embarrassedly:
"That kind of strong strength is also honed by Takasaka-san's time, I'm just an outsider who has just practiced in a joking way for a few years, and it's normal to lose, right?"
"Well, that's right, if you can beat him, I have to wonder if you're okay and dreaming at home every day."
"Huh, what do you mean......?"
Mr. Hiratsuka's words made Hayama a little incomprehensible, but the other party just smiled and did not explain the mysteries for him:
"Just talk to yourself, don't care."