Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

"You know, I never exaggerate about things like this."

Watanabe Yu turned around and looked at Kiriyama and Ma.

"...Okay, you're awesome." Kiriyama and Ma fell silent. "So, has your pace of life been affected?"

When the other party was acting as an emotional strategist, he told him more than once that a good relationship would not affect each other's goals, pursuits, and normal pace of life.

"A little uncomfortable."

Watanabe Yu gave an affirmative answer.

After all, he is the landlord with two tenants now. Of course, it’s not that he is uncomfortable at all, the only difference is that there is an extra study session for three people every night.

It has to be admitted that such learning can be quite effective.

At least it took him one step forward.

"……Fine."

Kiriyama and Ma patted his shoulder with a very uncomfortable expression on their faces.

He was certain that his good friend had betrayed him.

“Can you play table tennis?”

He turned his head and changed the subject.

"I know a little bit, but not very well. I'm at the bottom of the class in our area."

Watanabe Yuu's mind flashed back to the days of the community breakout competition.

His level is just that of being eliminated in the first round of the qualifying round.

Those uncles who like to play table tennis are really too exaggerated.

"Then we will be a team later?"

Kiriyama and Ma thought about it.

His level is also quite regrettable, and it's not shameful to lose to Watanabe Yu.

And until next Wednesday, their schedule is all table tennis.

The content of the class is also very simple. After the basic teaching is completed, the classroom assignment is to select two students with similar abilities, practice with each other, and the winner is decided by five balls. The winner can take a break directly during the class, and the loser needs to play another game.

“That depends on…”

"Watanabe! It's your turn."

Watanabe Yu was interrupted by the physical education teacher before he could finish his words.

"it is good."

Watanabe Yu patted his trouser legs and stood up.

"As for you, just follow..." The physical education teacher thought for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and pointed at the skinny boy sitting among the boys, "Kitajima Teruki, you come."

During the swimming class, he was deeply impressed by Watanabe Yu's beautiful, sculpture-like muscles.

In fact, the basis of many sports is a good body.

In addition, when he was teaching before, Watanabe Yu learned table tennis very quickly, so he wanted to see how far this student could go.

If he could get three points, he would have to figure out how to trick Watanabe Yu... No, invite him to the table tennis club that he would coach.

"Hai!"

The thin boy who was called raised his hand and responded, then stood up.

"Hey, let Watanabe-san fight Kitajima???"

"What is the teacher thinking?"

"Isn't this a bit unfair? Kitajima-kun is a member of the Bing Ping Pong Club and a key player."

The students who were sitting there suddenly started whispering to each other, and many boys who had a good relationship with Watanabe Yuu began to stand up for him.

Yes, although Kitajima Teruyoshi is at the end of the main team, his strength is there. After all, he is still a main team member.

If he fights against Watanabe Yu, there will basically be no suspense.

"If Watanabe loses later, I can show my gentle side and comfort him, right?"

A girl with a pretty face suddenly brightened her eyes and looked at her best friend beside her.

"Let's keep our sleep talk in our dreams. Do you think Watanabe-san likes you? Or do you think you are prettier than Hamabe-san and Hayakawa-san?"

Her best friend attacked her mercilessly.

"But my breasts are bigger than theirs! Don't boys like big breasts?"

"..."

The girls who were eavesdropping on the conversation fell silent all of a sudden.

The smile just now also disappeared.

After looking at each other, they gathered around and began to severely "teach" the girls a lesson for this AOE!

What a big breast!

The sounds of begging for mercy and fighting mixed together, and many boys cast envious glances over there.

"Watanabe-san, you tee off first."

In front of the ping-pong table, Kitajima Terukichi took the racket from the previous boy, whispered a thank you to him, and then looked at Watanabe Yu.

His voice was quiet and gentle.

In his impression, Watanabe Yu is a nice person.

So, he decided to quietly let Watanabe take some points, which would make everyone look good.

"……it is good."

Yu Watanabe picked up the racket and ping-pong ball and tried to recall the feeling of playing table tennis in junior high and high school.

At that time, the most powerful old man in their community taught him two tricks.

He remembered it very clearly. The old man smiled and told him in a joking way that if the ball you serve has enough spin, others will not be able to hit it back even if they receive it.

But unfortunately, this statement was only true when the old man was playing against him.

Ah.

Watanabe Yu chuckled, then adjusted his stance according to his memory, moving his left foot slightly forward and turning his body slightly to the right.

The moment he served the ball, Yu Watanabe realized something was wrong.

The effect of [Motor Nerve (Basic)] was too good. When he shot, this thing automatically helped him adjust his body to the best condition, whether it was the angle of force or the angle of hitting the ball.

If he had this back then, he wouldn't have had his head shaved by the old man in the community.

He wouldn't have gotten so angry later that he had to use a difficult machine to teach Lao Deng how to play chess.

Snapped.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the ping-pong ball hitting the table, Kitajima Terukichi looked at his own batting action which was half a beat slow, and was silent for a moment.

He should have hit it.

"Can you serve it again? This ball?"

Kitajima Terukichi raised his head, with a look of disbelief in his eyes, but he still signaled Watanabe Yu to continue serving.

"can."

Watanabe Yu nodded and did it again.

Snapped.

This time, Kitajima Teruyoshi caught the ball, but it flew straight out.

"Well, I'll serve, okay?"

He was a little panicked.

"of course."

Watanabe Yu nodded, motioning for him to continue.

Kitajima Teruyoshi took a deep breath and his eyes gradually became serious. It seemed that this was not a question of whether he should let go or not, but if he did not seriously chase the two points, he would most likely have his head shaved.

But many times, when it comes to the battlefront, the facts will not change because of human will.

Bang.

As the last ball flew out of the ping-pong table, Kitajima Terukichi's face suddenly turned ugly.

The boys who were still standing up for Watanabe Yuu just a second ago were stunned.

After staring at each other for a moment, the indoor playground fell silent.

The girls' fight was also put on pause.

"...Si, Si Guoyi."

After someone sighed subconsciously, everyone in Class C seemed to wake up from a dream and resumed discussing the topic that had been paused just now.

But their eyes would glance towards Watanabe Yu from time to time, and admiration and respect were obvious in their eyes.

Everyone worships the strong.

"Watanabe!"

The physical education teacher stopped Watanabe Yu who had put down his racket and was about to sit back down.

"Ok?"

"Would you like to join the table tennis club? With your level, you will definitely have a great career! There is a chance that you can become a professional soldier table tennis player!"

He extended the invitation.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I only play table tennis for fun occasionally. What matters is participation."

Watanabe You waved his hand, turned around and sat back in his previous seat.

2/2, 6K4 should not be short today.

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Chapter 125 Little Follower

The next day, Saturday, at 9:30 am, in the perfect coffee shop in the harbor.

"nervous?"

Ayana Amamiya, who was sitting in the window seat on the second floor, turned around and looked at Watanabe Yuu beside her with a smile.

"What are you nervous about?"

Watanabe Yu didn't quite get what the Saint Lady meant.

He was still simulating in his mind how he would answer the interview later.

——The interview questions were sent yesterday.

"Interview." Amamiya Ayana retracted her gaze and held her smooth chin with her left hand, "Most amateurs will always feel unnatural when facing an interview for the first time.

"For example, at the school I attend, the media occasionally come to interview us.

“In addition, the school organizes the filming of documentaries and promotional films every year.

"Logically speaking, students in school should be used to it, but what about the reality? Only a small number of students can speak freely in front of the camera, and even fewer can speak freely without any hesitation.

“Most of the students randomly interviewed had stiff body movements and extremely unnatural tones.

"It's about evenly split between trying too hard and being embarrassed."

At this point, the Saint Lady snorted with a hint of sarcasm.