I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 229 Thank you everyone for your hard work~
"Wait, a long-range shot from this position? The green team members tried to block the shot, but they couldn't! Goal! 3-2! Comeback!"

"Nine minutes left. The White Team has completed the comeback, not even giving the Green Team time to go into overtime and a penalty shootout? That's insane! White Team's number seven player, Tsukino, has already completed a hat trick!"

"A simple one-two pass, and the ball is back at Tsukino's feet! Wait! A rainbow flick? Can the Green Team tolerate this move? They definitely tackle to intercept! But Tsukino, who anticipated the move, jumped first!"

"Draw the bow and nock the arrow!"

"A volley?! Zidane, you're not letting us off the hook either? A stunning long shot! Goal! 4-2!!"

"Oh my god, someone has to stop him! This insane behavior is terrifying! Who can stop this monster who scored four goals in the second half?!"

"Alright, the referee has finally blown the whistle! The match is over! 4-2! Team White has completed a stunning comeback in the second half! Tsukino scored four goals by himself!"

"It was absolutely fantastic. Even in professional matches, it's rare to see such a spectacular goal. All the spectators today got to see it in just one game. To be honest, I feel like I got a real treat."

"Haha, congratulations to Team White for advancing to the finals! Everyone can look forward to the finals tomorrow. It's still at 2 PM. Next up is the match between Team Blue and Team Red."

The whole game is over.

After completing the reversal, Tsukino Gen never attempted such crazy behavior again.

That's enough, or they'll really be forced to join the national team at gunpoint.

However, the effect was already quite exaggerated. Almost all the members of the white team ran over, surrounded him on the sidelines, and then tossed him high into the air, as if they wanted to push this boy onto the only altar.

And then the game ended.

Mrs. Saionji's mouth was already agape.

She couldn't even describe how she felt seeing this scene; it was as if she hadn't seen anything so exciting and exhilarating in her life for a long time.

It wasn't that she had any particular stance, but rather that the boy's repeated exaggerated movements, his constant acceleration, and his repeated breakthroughs automatically stirred one's emotions. It was as if your heartbeat completely followed his rhythm.

Moreover, he never disappoints, and his works never end badly.

It begins with a heart-pounding start, and ends with a goal scored. It doesn't even feel like playing football anymore; it's an art form.

Seeing Mrs. Saionji's expression, Jun Asagiri leisurely stood up and straightened her skirt.

"I told you to stay and watch, didn't I? I told you, this young man is really quite special."

Lady Saionji glanced at Jun Asagiri, tried to regain her composure, and then stood up.

"That's really good. But it's not the final yet, let's see tomorrow."

"Oh? Is Mrs. Saionji coming tomorrow too?"

"It's not like you're not going to come and see it."

"Haha, I already said she's my daughter's good friend, of course I'll keep watching. By the way, Rin, does Tsukino-kun have any projects coming up?"

Asagiri Rin thought for a moment, then said with a strange expression, "It seems like it will be his 3,000 meters in half an hour."

"Three thousand meters? Wait a minute! He just finished a game of soccer and he's going to run three thousand meters? Is he Superman or a monster?"

Mrs. Saionji couldn't believe it.

Three kilometers is a run, not a walk! It's not that simple.

Besides, you've only just finished one game, and in her opinion, that boy had already given it his all. Where would he find the stamina to keep him going?

Even if this is a high school competition, not a college or professional one, it's still quite exaggerated, isn't it?

Even if you're on performance-enhancing drugs, you wouldn't dare to go this far!
Jun Asagiri looked slightly troubled. "Oh dear, this child. I just mentioned that I would come to watch the competition, and I didn't expect him to sign up for so many events. He's so good at winning people over. Rin, tell Kaoru to get ready. He needs to relax properly after today."

".good."

Asagiri Rin felt very strange looking at her mother's smug expression.

Why is she showing off her boyfriend when he's clearly her best friend? What's going on?!
It's all that bastard Gen Tsukino's fault! Not only did he sign up for so many projects, but he also had to show off like this. He didn't even know how to tone it down! He said he didn't like to flaunt his charm everywhere, but he's just addicted to showing off.

Watching the mother and daughter slowly leave the stands, Mrs. Saionji looked at her daughter with a strange expression, "This girl named Tsukino Gen, has she always been such a monster?"

Karen Saionji wore a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Uh, actually I didn't know either until today. To be honest, I haven't known him for very long."

Mrs. Saionji thought for a moment, "This person is worth getting to know better; he's indeed quite good."

"it is good."

……

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Fujii-sensei, I've disappointed you again."

Sakuraba Yuki had already relaxed; when she saw Tsukino Gen score the first goal, she already had a feeling that the game was over. The rest of the game was pure enjoyment.

With him around, it seems like nothing is unexpected.

Fujii-sensei's complexion looked bad again, but she seemed to have been prepared and recovered quickly this time.

"How could I be disappointed? I'm really looking forward to your team making it to the finals. Wouldn't that make the competition even more exciting? Congratulations, Sakuraba-sensei."

"Thank you, Mr. Fujii. Good luck in the next match. I hope to see you in the finals."

"That is required."

Watching the woman leave with such light steps, almost as if she were dancing, Fujii took two deep breaths.

"Look how smug you are!"

"However, Tsukino Gen is a problem. His level is just too outrageous! We need to think of something."

The white team's celebration for Tsukino Gen had just ended when the boy changed his clothes and prepared to run the 3,000-meter race in twenty minutes.

The school team's soccer coach even came over and persuaded Tsukino Gen to join the school team on the spot.

Gen Tsukino politely declined, explaining that he had no such intentions.

As soon as he stepped out of the locker room, numerous scouts handed him their business cards, eager to sign the young man to an agency contract or have him join the youth team. The sheer volume of offers was overwhelming.

It's like listening to ear-piercing drumbeats all night in a nightclub.

It took a lot of effort to struggle out of the crowd. By the time Tsukino Gen reached the 3,000-meter preparation area, he almost missed it.

When the opponents who were preparing to come over looked over, they were all taken aback.

"Didn't you just finish playing soccer? Why are you doing the 3000-meter run again?!"

Gen Tsukino didn't seem tired or strained at all, and said with a smile, "I just came here to casually accompany you."

"That's it"

That seems understandable.

Although the events are divided into teams, each team can have several athletes register for these individual events. While the 3000-meter event isn't particularly popular, there were still over ten participants at a glance.

Having only a few running tracks isn't a big problem.

After all, the long journey would soon reveal the differences, and before the start, Kazama Sakura had already quickly arrived at the side of the track, just like the other girls who were cheering her on.

Holding a water bottle and tissues, ready to offer them to the boy at any time.

"If you're too tired, it's okay to give up. Don't push yourself."

The girl gently reminded the boy.

Tsukino Gen smiled brightly, "Don't you know my stamina?"

"What are you talking about? I'm worried about you, humph."

"It's okay. I said I would do my best for this reward."

Anyway, be careful.

"it is good."

The girl watched as the boy prepared to start running.

Sakura Kazama, whose cheeks were as rosy as peach petals, really wanted to say that no matter whether he succeeded or not, she would give him whatever he wanted.

But she didn't want to stop the boy from doing what he wanted to do.

All I need to do is go crazy with him, make a scene, and accomplish the impossible.

"boom!"

When the starting pistol fires.

In fact, Tsukino Gen was quite relaxed and didn't feel any tension. He didn't care who surpassed him or how far behind the first place he was.

For him, this 3,000-meter run was like a rest.

On the contrary, it is a way to replenish one's physical strength.

His steps were light yet steady, one lap, two laps later. Some people had already begun to catch their breath, but the boy continued to move forward steadily. Now, almost everyone ahead of him was a track and field athlete.

However, there was no indication that they intended to speed up.

He could leisurely take the tissue that Kazama Sakura handed him and wipe his sweat. Although he could actually not sweat, that would be too exaggerated, so it was better to just pretend.

As for drinking water, it's actually not suitable to drink water while running long distances. Most of the time, it's just to relieve dryness in the mouth; you just moisten your mouth and then spit it out. Otherwise, it's easy to vomit while running.

Try to appear normal; the sun is shining brightly, and the sunset hasn't appeared yet.

This project, which didn't attract much attention, naturally became much easier for Gen Tsukino.

I thought of many things, and then those things quickly slipped away from my mind.

He began to gradually accelerate.

People pass by one by one, as if traveling through a long time tunnel. Those you meet are fleeting acquaintances, then disappear into the sea of ​​people.

Just like the things I often think about when I go for a morning run.

It's not about being sentimental or melancholic; it's just that people can't give up thinking, no matter how comfortable their lives may be.

I think I heard a sound.

It appears to be from a broadcast.

"Is Tsukino still accelerating?! He's already in third place! There are only three laps left, and he just finished his soccer game!"

What the hell is going on?

Why are there commentators for long-distance running?

Shouldn't this be a football match commentary segment? Has it not started yet?
I don't know, but even if he was forced to receive unwanted attention, the boy would not give up his original plan because of this.

For the last three laps, let's focus a little more.

What he saw as a slow, gradual acceleration appeared to those around him as a horrific crime scene.

They watched as the boy continued to accelerate on top of his already impressive speed, without even showing any signs of erratic breathing. All his opponents watched as he easily overtook them.

Even though they wanted to catch up, after such a long journey, it felt like their steps were made of lead, and they simply couldn't move.

I watched helplessly as he overtook me, as he accelerated, and as he effortlessly crossed the finish line without batting an eye.

Even the teachers at the finish line were somewhat unsure.

"Did he count the laps correctly? Did he finish?"

The student next to him had an awkward smile on his face.

"Yes. He finished the race and lapped the second-place finisher."

"."

The boy, who was sweating a little but not breathing rapidly at all, was standing next to her, wiping his forehead with a water bottle.

"Oh dear, the 3,000 meters was still too tiring. Thank you all for your hard work."

(End of this chapter)