They all have hidden attributes!

She seemed quite regretful about missing the chance to make a wish. Makoto Takahashi stroked her smooth black hair and asked, "Junka, is there anything you wish for?"

"To be with Cheng for the rest of my life." That was her answer.

"This is beyond the student council's capabilities."

"Hmm... if we can't do it in the classroom, let's go to a love hotel together."

As she spoke, Shiraishi Junko's hands became restless again, like a hooligan on a train.

Makoto Takahashi helped her to her feet and closed the window: "I need to go cheer for Hanori, let's go together."

“…Okay.” Shiraishi Junka reluctantly suppressed the corners of her mouth.

As the two went downstairs together, they ran into someone from the Tachibana branch family delivering new shoes. After changing his shoes, Makoto Takahashi and Junka Shiraishi went to the gymnasium together.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the stadium, Shiraishi Junka stopped in her tracks.

"Aren't you going in?" Takahashi Makoto turned to look at her.

A chilly autumn wind tousled her long black hair. Shiraishi Junka's clear, wine-red eyes gazed at him as she replied:

“She will be unhappy if she sees us together, Makoto’s reputation will suffer, and the girls in the brass band will always think you’re a jerk.”

Despite not caring about her own reputation, she always considers Makoto Takahashi's situation. This is Junka Shiraishi's gentleness, but also her flaw.

—Always suppressing one's own feelings.

Takahashi Makoto couldn't bear to leave her waiting outside, so he opened the door and gestured, "It's alright, the match is about to start."

Urged on by him, Shiraishi Junka and he walked into the gymnasium one after the other.

In the center of the stadium, Hanakawa Kaori and Kashima Reiko stood on either side of the net, their eyes locked, exuding a palpable sense of tension and competition.

It was the first time Makoto Takahashi had seen Hanakawa Kaori in athletic sportswear. On the way to Class 3-A with Shiraishi Junka, he couldn't help but take a second look.

Hanakawa Kaori's sportswear is predominantly white with black linear stripes, and consists of knee-length shorts and a quick-drying T-shirt.

She is petite to begin with, and on the court, holding her racket and poised to strike, she has an adorable "tiger in the palm of your hand" quality.

Makoto Takahashi and Junka Shiraishi arrived at the 3rd Year A group area together, greeted the friendly upperclassmen with smiles, and then borrowed a chair to watch the game with Junka Shiraishi.

The girl in charge of commentary in the broadcasting department was very energetic, with a lively voice. Due to Coach Shirakawa's resignation, there were no special judges for this match.

"When Kashima served, Hanakawa suddenly switched to his left hand? Was that a slice or a smash?"

The commentary was very unprofessional, but it was very lively.

"Hey hey hey? The shuttlecock seems to have changed direction? Kashima didn't receive it!"

"Hanakawa scores the first point."

After a poor start, Kashima Reiko calmly glanced down at the landing point of the badminton shuttlecock, looking somewhat listless.

"Reiko, keep it up!" Tachibana Yuki cupped his hands in front of his face, smiling as he cheered her on.

"Hmm." Kashima Reiko picked up the shuttlecock and served again.

In the second point, the two sides were locked in a stalemate.

The athletic shoes screeched against the ground, making a harsh sound, while the racket struck the ball with a powerful, resounding thud.

How did you do it?

Makoto Takahashi played badminton once when he was in Izu. He relied on pure strength. Hanakawa Kaori and Kashima Reiko obviously did not have superhuman strength, but the sound of their shots was very pleasant.

Perhaps it's because of a strong belief?

The first game ended with a victory for Hanakawa Kaori. After the two sides switched sides, the second game began, and the broadcast commentator was changed.

Hanakawa Kaori's playing style was figured out, and she was constantly on the go throughout the second match. In the end, Kashima Reiko finished with a beautiful smash.

In the third game, under pressure from the score, Hanakawa Kaori revealed her mental weakness, appearing somewhat impatient.

Despite her hard work since childhood, which forced the game into overtime, she ultimately lost the game due to impatience and hit the ball out of bounds.

The 2nd year A group has successfully climbed to the top of the standings. According to the commentators, the upcoming kendo competition will also be a strong point for the 2nd year A group.

After finishing the match, Hanakawa Kaori didn't change her clothes and went straight to the stands for 3rd year A group.

She stood in front of Makoto Takahashi with her cheeks puffed out and her head drooping, looking unhappy, as if she had made a big mistake.

"It's just losing one game."

Makoto Takahashi dislikes pressure, and naturally, he won't put pressure on others.

He pulled Hanakawa Kaori close, looked into her purple eyes with gentle eyes, and instructed her, "If you want to win in the end, you should seize the time to make up for the points you lost, instead of wallowing in self-pity."

"Can I go talk to Uesugi-nee now?"

"Go."

Hanakawa Kaori jogged away. After she left, Takahashi Seiya stood up from his chair, turned to Shiraishi Junka, and said:

"I'm going to find Xing. If I have time this weekend, I'll come to your house with Aye."

“Okay.” Shiraishi Junko nodded obediently.

Not long after Takahashi Makoto left, Hanakawa Kaori returned.

She sat down in the chair next to Shiraishi Junka, covered her lips with her hand, leaned close to her ear, and whispered:

"Sister Chunke, how about we make a deal?"

"Hmm?" Shiraishi Junka asked, puzzled.

"In the upcoming matches, there will be an entertainment match and a class competition tomorrow. When we encounter Group C of Grade 1, we will deliberately lose."

Hanakawa Kaori pulled out the competition schedule and analyzed, "I also have moles in the brass band, including in the 2nd year A group. As long as Junko-nee cooperates, we will definitely get first place in points."

"In exchange, I'll go to my brother's apartment tonight, and I can take whatever you want."

Like a devil's whisper, Shiraishi Junka's heart trembled violently; this was a condition she could not refuse.

"And Cheng's address," she stated as a condition.

Hanakawa Kaori hesitated for a moment, then nodded emphatically: "Deal."

With the cooperation of Group A from Year 3, on the second day of the Sports Festival, Group C from Year 1 kept close behind Group A from Year 2, and took a precipitous lead over the third place.

September 30th, Wednesday, the last day of the Sports Festival.

Uesugi Maya gave up her obsession with wearing matching shoes, but she didn't give up learning about dating online.

On the tram to Tsurumizawa, she kept staring at Makoto Takahashi with a complicated look, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Is there something you need?" Makoto Takahashi asked, turning his head.

"May I touch your hair?"

Uesugi Maya's sudden, inexplicable words, spoken with a cold expression, left him completely bewildered.

"what?"

"come over."

She looked at Makoto Takahashi's hair, patted her leg lightly, and remained as indifferent as ever.

"Why? That's so sudden."

Makoto Takahashi adopted a wary attitude, indicating that the proposal was clearly problematic.

"Dislike it?" Uesugi Maya asked calmly.

"No, I'm wondering what kind of scheme you're plotting."

Faced with Takahashi Makoto's frank remarks, she frowned in displeasure, and her voice suddenly turned cold:

"I won't tell anyone else, because that might help me understand love, so I want to try it."

Maya Uesugi never received the affection she deserved from her family, which shaped her current personality. Learning to love is an important part of her healing process.

Since she had already said that, Makoto Takahashi couldn't refuse anymore. Besides, lying on a girl's lap was a stroke of good luck for a guy.

"Lie down." Uesugi Maya patted her thigh, which was covered by a skirt, and exuded an invisible pressure as she forcefully invited him to lie down.

Makoto Takahashi lay on his side, his back to her, and felt a perfect softness and elasticity against his face.

Her slender, beautiful legs, free of excess fat, retained a woman's unique softness, firmly supporting her head and exuding a warm cedarwood scent.

A pair of white hands descended and gently stroked the jet-black hair.

Makoto Takahashi closed his eyes, immersing himself in a comfortable sense of tranquility: "Any thoughts?"

"As expected of a pest, a girl gives you a lap pillow. At times like this, as a man, you should be the one to express your opinion."

Maya Uesugi roughly poked his cheek with her finger. Makoto Takahashi pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and decided to give a gentle compliment.

No matter what, he still benefited.

"As the first person to lie on your lap, I give you full marks. I can feel your trust in me."

Where Takahashi Makoto couldn't see, a look of contentment appeared in Uesugi Maya's eyes. She carefully savored this feeling and asked without showing any emotion:

“舒服吗？”

"So comfortable that I want to lie down there every day."

"Ha, scum."

"You were the one who ordered me to lie down!"

"poor."

"..."

The red carriage of the streetcar carried two people, moving slowly forward along the sunlit tracks.

Maya Uesugi ran her fingertips across Makoto Takahashi's cheek and gently combed his hair, finally beginning to understand the "feeling" he spoke of and the "ambiguity" that people online were talking about.

My heart wasn't beating as hard as I'd imagined; instead, a warm, comforting feeling kept seeping into my body, leaving me unsure of what to do.

"It is said online that when boys are tired, using a knee pillow can restore their energy and also give them an unbearable feeling of itch."

"I really enjoyed it, I guess so."

Makoto Takahashi rolled over and nestled against Maya Uesugi's stomach; the warmth and sweet scent made him a little sleepy.

Uesugi Maya silently played with his hair, and after a while, she suddenly said, "If you promise to be more obedient to me in the future, I'll let you use my pillow once a day."