Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

Ball Games

School events compete for victory or loss mainly in sports using balls and balls.

That would be the best school event if it came from a student who is good at exercising.

But for students who aren't good at exercising, it's an event that's also the worst day.

In front of me, there's an admirable ball tournament going on.

Athletic men... especially those in the club activities that are the subject of the ball games looked more lively than usual.

Cultural boys, on the other hand, don't like to move their bodies and find themselves pulling their legs even from the side.

For that reason, few students have been treated as intruders by their classmates or laughed at by women.

Look at them like that. I didn't do anything else, I didn't feel anything, I was just watching the sight.

It may also be right, as the protagonist of the story, to pay attention to students who say bad things about students who don't like exercise here, as one good person.

But if you ask me, this is a natural consequence.

Let's say, then, that students who are not good at exercise and who still seem to be participating in the event spicy participated in a literary event they are good at.

That way, I'm sure they'll see the students playing ball now looking down on them in the same way.

This is why they can only exercise...... and.

Then this time, the event was just for the athletic system.

Maybe the next hard feeling is they're moving their bodies like they're having fun right now.

Certain people are good at it and have not been able to do school events so that they can enjoy it every time.

Even if they're having hard feelings about not being good at exercise right now, that's a natural consequence.

This isn't about inequality, it's about proportionality.

What a scratch to say, I'm not actually into a ball tournament either.

I'd rather it even end right now.

The reason for this is simple.

The men's event this year is football.

I've been playing football for a long time too, so I don't think I can work there if I try.

But I won't allow it around me.

Our class has... No, we have a guy in our grade.

"Ogiwara-kun!

"Decide!

"Cool -!!!"

Yes, it is Yudo Ohara, the man to be called the righteousness of evil, the smile maker.

The three of us are a team focused on Yudo, with shoots, passes, free kicks and corners all Yudo.

There are also a few football clubs, but none of them try to do it themselves.

In the first round, which took place about an hour ago, the kicker is left to Yudo, not the student who won the PK, and the place of activity is all offered to Yudo.

"Ogiwara, decide!

"You can decide!

By the way, the two of them now say they can score even though they gave Yudo a pass in front of their own goal.

I'm just an idiot. They don't know how ultra-long-shoot it will be.

"Can you say this is a team?

Next to me, it's Kirosaka talking about watching the game.

As soon as I finished the basketball game, which is my competing event, I was coming to see the men's game taking place in the school yard.

"Wow... Ohara is the only one who stands out."

Shizukuishi, who had also competed in the basketball, had seen the sight and watched the game with the eyes of seeing something different.

"Why aren't you competing? I want to see it."

Beautiful Lusaka, who knows I was playing football, looks at this one with a strange face.

"We have three active football clubs in our class. But those three are determined and thoroughly played inconspicuously...... you know why?

"If that handsome guy doesn't stand out, maybe it's because the girls surrounding the coat are loud?

"Exactly."

When I turn my gaze to the support group of female students surrounding my coat, the students who happen to cut the wrong path to Yudo whisper their dislike at the same time.

Even if it was a whisper, it was clearly heard by boys because of the large number of students.

He immediately hands Yudo the ball and leaves the spot.

I'll keep explaining the situation as we both see it.

"Try me out here, Yudo knows I was playing football, and it's about him. He's gonna give me one pass after another... or you'll see me cold eyed like him from that scary support group"

The two of them were convinced to say "I see" together in my explanation.

An end-of-game whistle sounds while you're doing that.

Score is 4-0.

It was a trio of victories.

"Hey, I wish I could get it together! It's not gonna be such a fun thing, is it?

After the game, Yudo, who appeared in front of the three of us, talks like that in the first place.

You two stare at Yudo with white eyes because you were explaining to them why I wasn't answering a while ago.

"I'm just watching, now I'm just tired of playing football."

"You're pretty good at that."

Wiping the sweat, Yudo tells me so.

I'm sure this guy is telling the truth without offense.

But it just sounds like I'm being overlooked.

"You're pretty good."

The word is like saying "I can do better than I thought" after recognizing that I was below myself in him.

Someone who has spent years lightly losing to as many people as he has done in school classes.

Now I'm like a clown.

For the next game, I was blind to Yudo's practice with my classmates, and I left the place and disappeared into the school building alone.