The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

"Thank you."

Standing on the bottom line of the opponent, Ha Shan began to prepare before serving. At the same time, he didn't know whether he was talking to himself or explaining to Wu Ye. He said:

"Actually, I don't play tennis very well, much worse than the minister."

Hayama said so.

"If it's my level, maybe it will be even uglier to lose under your hands?"

"What do you mean?"

Wu Ye was also unavoidably surprised by Ye Shan's words. He thought that this guy would want to fight the revenge war only if the minister was stronger, but this wave of confession in advance is what's going on.

"I don't mean anything in particular, it's just that there are some things that must be done."

Although Ye Shan's words were full of involuntary helplessness, the expression on his face did not show a sense of being forced.

The chat seems to have come to an end, Ha Shan clenched the racket in his hand, lightly tossed the ball up, and hit it with a sudden blow.

Wu Ye's mind was still distracted thinking about Ha Shan's intentions, but his body moved on its own with strong reaction nerves, and there was almost no need to predict. The moment Ha Shan hit the ball, he saw the ball's landing point.

Starting, stopping, swinging the racket, and hitting the ball back, the tennis ball hit by Takeya flew back to Hayama's court at a speed and strength that was completely unscientific when it came, and then naturally no opponent caught it.

Ha Shan, who was a step late, could only watch the ball leave the field, but he did not catch up.

"Sure enough, Kosaka-san."

Even though he was lost, there was no embarrassment on Ye Shan's face. His expression, like a mask, seemed not to change with his mood.

"Damn guy."

This performance once again reduced the compatibility between Takeya and Hayama, and he began to fulfill his previous promise, mercilessly shortening the game time.

1-0

2-0

5-0

The speed of the game was very fast. If it was Hayama's serve, he could still touch the ball, but if it was Takeya's serve, he would almost win the game with four consecutive goals.

Just when Wu Ye thought the game would end without any suspense.

"drink--!"

Ye Shan, whose defeat was obvious, suddenly accelerated in a short distance, and abruptly hit back the ball that he couldn't catch originally. No, this statement is a bit inaccurate. It should be said that he predicted the ball's landing point.

It took a full five rounds to see clearly that Wu Ye's ball was for this last ball. I have to say that this patience alone is enough to move Wu Ye, but it's a pity...

boom!

The returned ball was sent back by Wu Ye mercilessly in a faster and more ruthless way than before, this time Ha Shan failed to catch the ball again.

Not of course?

"6-0, the game is over, are you satisfied with this?"

"It seems so..."

Ye Shan's expression that had never been turbulent finally loosened a little bit. It seems that Wu Ye deliberately increased the intensity at the last moment so that he tasted a real sense of shock.

"Unfortunately, at first I thought that with my... Huh? Kosaka-san?"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Shan's expression was slightly astonished, because Wu Ye, who was supposed to be standing opposite him, had already packed up his things and left.

Don't you even want to say a word?

The smile on the corner of Ye Shan's mouth was a little stiff, maybe this should be the way he should be when he smiled wryly, unfortunately Wu couldn't see it, but the other person saw it.

"Haha, what's your expression, Ye Shan."

"Hiratsuka-sensei?"

Ye Shan was surprised to find that the teacher leading the team had appeared in the auditorium outside the stadium at some time. She was wearing the same white coat as before, but the beer in her hand was replaced with juice at this moment.

"Yo."

No one greeted seriously, and the woman called the teacher shook the canned juice in her hand to Hayama:

"I heard from Totsuka that you came out to find someone to fight one-on-one. I didn't expect to lose so badly. It's embarrassing."

"Ah ha ha……"

Hearing Hiratsuka-sensei's merciless words, Hayama rubbed his head in embarrassment:

"That kind of powerful strength was honed by Kosaka-san over time. As an outsider, I just practiced in a joking way for a few years. Is it normal to lose?"

"Well, that's true. If you can beat him, I'd like to wonder if you're all right and dreaming at home every day."

"Hey, what do you mean...?"

Hiratsuka-sensei's words made Hayama somewhat incomprehensible, but the other party just smiled and did not explain various mysteries to him:

"Just talk to yourself, don't worry about it."

Thank you, Bifang Lurenjun, for your reward

Chapter 12 Coincidence and Coincidence and Coincidence