Hayama won't be angry

"Really, Yuigahama, where did she go?"

Makoto Amano bid farewell to Yukino and once again walked in the corridor outside the classroom.

He is not as popular as Hayama, but he will not be a fringe person like Hikigaya.

Therefore, although there are not many girls, there will be girls who dare to say hello to him when they pass by.

Every time at this moment, he would nod with a gentle smile in response. The girl would then shyly retreat, her face flushed and her head lowered, accompanied by the playful voices of her friends...

This is youth, right?

"Ah, I found her."

Through the window of the teaching building, He saw the figure of a girl with short pink hair and a bun.

"Looks like you're having fun?"

The hem of her skirt fluttered, and He could see the dazzling white thighs reflecting the afternoon sun.

Didn't you say you were comforting the blonde girl? Why are you still playing?

He strolled leisurely towards the tennis court where Yuigahama Yui was, appreciating the athletic figure of the girls along the way.

Whoosh! As soon as he crossed the wire gate of the tennis court, He was attacked. A round tennis ball was about to hit his head at a speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour.

"Who threw the tennis ball?"

He unhurriedly took the tennis ball that almost touched his forehead.

There were only a few individuals present on the tennis court. Upon scanning the surroundings, it became apparent that only Yuigahama Yui and Miura Yumiko had ceased their tennis match.

There is no doubt that the culprit should be...

"Amano-san?"

Yuigahama Yui quickly walked over. She seemed a little surprised that Makoto Amano would appear here.

"Is this ball yours?"

He handed the tennis ball in his hand to the girl with a dumpling in front of him.

"Ah, yes... sorry, Amano-san, it must have been accidental just now..."

She seemed to have realized why Yumiko Miura deliberately flew the tennis ball just now. But she didn't want the two to have a conflict, so she decided to apologize first.

"It wasn't accidental. I did it on purpose,"

Miura Yumiko asserted firmly, pointing her finger towards Makoto Amano, who had just arrived with her tennis racket, showing no signs of backing down.

"Looking at your face makes me feel nauseated, you disgusting boy."

It seems that the blonde girl intends to place all the new and old grudges, together with the "humiliation" she received at Yukino's side, on Makoto Amano.

"The skirt is too short."

Makoto Amano didn't pay attention to this business-like blonde lady but first complained about the tennis miniskirt Yuigahama is wearing now.

"Yes, is it?"

Yuigahama Yui immediately pulled down her skirt shyly.

"I do wear gym shorts, though, so it's okay..."

Speaking of this, she lifted her skirt up a little, just revealing the edge of the white sports shorts.

"Ah... what am I doing, don't look!"

Realizing that this behavior was inappropriate, she quickly lowered her skirt, then waved the tennis racket in her hand indiscriminately, pulling a little distance away from the boy in front of her.

"It's okay, I'm not an outsider, the tennis skirt is great, and the white shorts inside are also pretty good..."

Well, while admiring the girl's shy posture, He gave his own evaluation seriously. As expected of a member of my harem, she looks cute in whatever she wears.

"What are you saying..., H..."

Yuigahama Yui blushed and desperately straightened her skirt, then took a step back. She wouldn't be happy with such harsh compliments!

"Hey, Yui, stop talking to irrelevant people, it's your turn to serve now."

How dare you ignore me? Yumiko Miura snorted coldly in her heart and then also decided to ignore Makoto Amano.

"oh..." Yuigahama Yui nodded habitually.

"Amano-san, are you here to play tennis too?"

While preparing to serve, she curiously asked Makoto Amano why he came.

"No, I'm not interested in tennis, I'm just here to take you away."

Makoto Amano held the tennis racket in Yuigahama Yui's hand.

"ah?"

The girl with the dumpling head blushed again. God, what is Amano-san talking about... Take me away? Do you mean to go on a date?

She couldn't help but think of the commercial street where they went to buy cups and drink coffee together.

"By the way, Miura-san was made to cry by Yukino, why is she playing tennis here full of energy now?"

The voice of his words was not low.

"Woo...damn...that ice woman."

Yumiko Miura was a little angry, and Makoto Amano knew about her crying.

"Yumiko, she...she..."

Yumiko was probably just playing tennis to vent her emotions. Crying or something... Yuigahama Yui also knows that although her friend looks like a high-ranking queen on the surface, she is a crybaby in her heart.

However, Yumiko also has her strong side. For example, she can stop crying very quickly, and then act like nothing happened.

"Yui, ignore this guy, let's continue playing."

Yumiko Miura's impression of Makoto Amano was even worse.

"I..."

Yuigahama Yui hesitated for a while between Amano Makoto and Miura Yuiko.

"I'm sorry, Amano-san, I'm going to stay with Yumiko now..."

She can't leave her friend, who just cried a moment ago, even though she actually wants to go on a date with Makoto Amano in her heart.

"In that case, let's decide it by a showdown."

As a member of his own harem, she actually chose someone else instead of him. He is slightly annoyed (mostly feigned). Moreover, he hasn't settled with the blonde girl for the tennis "attack" that just happened.

"Huh? What showdown?"

Yumiko Miura expressed her incomprehension.

"Tennis, of course."

He took the tennis racket from Yuigahama Yui's hand and then pointed at the blonde girl in front of him with the same provocative expression.

"Now Yuigahama... No, Yui-san can't choose between the two of us, so we can only use tennis to decide the outcome."

He took advantage of the situation and changed how he would address Yuigahama Yui.

"Are you joking? Yui just said that she wants to accompany me. Why can't she make a choice?"

Yumiko Miura ran her fingers through her own blonde curls triumphantly.

"Okay, then I won't fight."

Unexpectedly, Makoto Amano dropped the tennis racket directly, as if planning to leave directly.

"Hey, wait!"

But Yumiko Miura, who had already been aroused by the desire to win, was a little anxious.

"Since you have taken the initiative to ask for the competition, it's not that I can't satisfy you."

This guy seemed to say that he had no interest in tennis before, and he seemed to be mostly a layman. She is not willing to let go of a good opportunity to "torture" this guy. This guy who called her "Old lady" before, she must take revenge today.

"However, don't cry behind someone's back just because you lost to a girl."

She showed her characteristic Queenly smile. No, it was more of a mockery than a smile. Well, thinking I've won that kind of mockery of others.

"All right."

He picked up the tennis racket he had thrown on the ground with his head down, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"I don't know if Hayama will be angry after I make you cry."

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