I Also Want to Draw Comics when I Cross into a Pseudo-mother

"Waste of time."

Laughing contemptuously, Miura Yumiko and Hayama Hayato returned to their positions.

Hikigaya Hachiman stood on the spot and slowly set up his serve posture.

Because of Ye An's lack of physical strength and a temporary rest, and because of the rules, Hikigu Hachiman had to score two points instead of one if he wanted to win this game, that is, he had to win two goals.

In contrast, Yumiko Miura and the others only need to win one goal to win.

No matter how you think about it, it seems that there is no hope.

Bi Qigu weighed the tennis ball and swung the racket.

"Snapped!"

Weak, flimsy serve.

give up?This thought flashed through everyone's mind.

But Yumiko Miura is sure of one thing, she must have won.For this reason, he showed a happy expression.

Everyone also showed the expression that the game was over.

While they were thinking this way, a strong wind blew, and the tennis ball and Miura Yuko's racket missed.

A small difference is a thousand miles away.

"Scared?!" Yumiko Miura was surprised.

The tennis ball moves in the direction of the wind, falls to the ground and bounces, and a racket awaits.

It's Hayama Hayato.

"That wind doesn't just blow once."

Following Hikigaya Hachiman's soliloquy, another gust of wind blew.

"For the year, be alone in that place."

"Only I who passed by quietly without talking to anyone will know. My lonely, quiet time is also known only by the gust of wind."

Hikigu muttered to himself, as if he was explaining something, or as if he was just talking to himself.Finally he said in a barely audible, extremely small voice:

"This is a magic ball that no one else can play except me."

Under the blowing of the wind, the tennis ball escaped from the racket again and fell to the ground.

Score.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, their mouths were tightly shut, and their faces were shocked.

"Speaking of which, I've heard.... The legend of being able to manipulate the wind at will is called "The successor of the wind, the evil spirit of the wind!""

During this silence, only Zaimoza screamed indiscriminately.

"What, this name is too ridiculous." Ye An, who was resting beside him, also complained.

"Hikigu, can we do it again?"

"No, the next gust of wind will be gone."

Saying so, he took the tennis ball from Hayama Hayato, who had an expression as if he saw an old friend, and Hikigaya Hachiman returned to his court.

"Then what should we do next?" Ye An asked: "This ball should be a game of life and death. Whoever scores the goal will win."

"Ah, I know that." Hikigu replied.

With a gloomy expression, he couldn't see his face clearly, then Hikigu Hachiman picked up the tennis ball, and his body tensed up.

"Don't worry, I will win for you to see, let me protect it!"

"...What the hell?!"

Before Ye An could finish asking, the ball had already flown high into the air.Hikigaya Hachiman holds the handle of the racket tightly with both hands, and tilts his head back!

"Youth, you bastard road------!!!!!!"

"Pong!!"

Listen to the sound, it is the hardest frame part of the racket hit.Then the tennis ball was sucked away by the blue sky and turned into a grain of rice.

A standard can no longer be standard, textbook-level high-flying throw.

"Then, what is that?"

Yumiko Miura stared blankly at the sky, and so did the audience.

"Dang!" The tennis ball hit the ground, kicked up a burst of dust, and then flew backwards with the elasticity!

"Tsk..." Yumiko Miura was a little unwilling, and locked on the trajectory of the ball trying to hit it back.

How could it be stopped... Ah, that's too bad.She was so focused on the ball in the air that she didn't realize she was hitting the block.

Hayama Hayato immediately dropped his racket and rushed over there.

"Snapped!"

Smoke is everywhere.