In the time loop, I do whatever I want

Fushimi Makoto was about to make a joke when he suddenly realized that everyone was looking at him. Apart from Yukino, everyone else seemed to be curious about the truth of what he had just said.

So he changed his tune, saying, "You can't question the minister's authority so easily. How about this, if you all want to know my true strength, I can give you a chance."

"Oh, what an arrogant statement," Shiyu said with a half-smile.

Makoto Fushimi: "Would you like to spar with me, Utaha-senpai? You can choose the sport, tennis, running, or anything else."

“Then let’s play tennis, but not me.” Utaha smiled at Yukino. “Yukinoshita, you should be good at this, right?”

Yukino looked over coldly: "Why me?"

With an expression that said, "I've seen right through you," Shiyu said, "Didn't you say before that you were curious about Fushimi's physical abilities? Now that you have the chance, I don't believe you'll refuse."

Yukino fell silent.

She could tell that Shiyu just wanted to watch the show, but since the other party herself was unwilling to get involved, she encouraged her to do it.

But she had always been genuinely curious about Makoto Fushimi's body.

Even now, her desire to study Fushimi Makoto's body has never ceased.

"can."

Yukino finally gave the answer.

"Me too! Me too!" Nakano Yotsuba waved her little hand, indicating that she wanted to compete with her teammate.

A large group of people left the activity room, and Fushimi Makoto and his two companions, who were in charge of the sparring, went to change their clothes first.

When Yukino and Yotsuba, dressed in tennis skirts, came out, Makoto Fushimi couldn't help but think to himself: I'm so clever. As long as I use the guise of a friendly match, I can see beautiful girls with different styles.

Yukino and the other girl's skirts weren't long, but they were both wearing safety shorts underneath, similar in length to athletic shorts, so they didn't have to worry about accidentally exposing themselves.

Fushimi Makoto openly admired the two women's beautiful legs, which made Yukino feel somewhat awkward.

Could he have said that on purpose?

Yukino gripped her tennis racket tightly. She had a feeling that Makoto Fushimi was deliberately trying to arouse everyone's interest in watching her in her tennis skirt.

Yotsuba Nakano wasn't thinking too much about it; she was warming up on the sidelines.

Fushimi Makoto suddenly sensed the two familiar scents from that morning. He turned around and saw the two beautiful women walking towards him.

What should I do? I suddenly want to see them both wearing tennis skirts.

Fushimi said with sincerity.

Chapter 316 Little Lily, So Cute

The arrival of Mrs. Yukinoshita and Sayuri Sawamura changed the atmosphere somewhat.

Apart from Makoto Fushimi, everyone else present seemed a little reserved.

Sawamura Sayuri is alright; she always seems to have an abundance of friendliness. If she changed her outfit and hairstyle, with her youthful, baby-faced appearance, people would always mistake her for Yukino's age.

Mrs. Yukinoshita was different; she always dressed elegantly and maturely. At this moment, her face was expressionless, and the few changes in her eyes were mixed with helplessness, suggesting that she had been forcibly dragged here by Sayuri Sawamura.

"You don't need to worry about us. We were just bored and saw you guys suddenly appear, so we thought we'd come and check it out."

Sawamura Sayuri noticed that the girls were a little reserved, so she took the initiative to show them a gentle smile.

Mrs. Yukinoshita's glossy lips, coated with lipstick, parted slightly as if in hesitation, but in the end she remained silent.

Makoto Fushimi could sense that she originally wanted to say, "I hadn't thought of that at all."

Perhaps she felt the occasion was inappropriate, so she didn't speak.

Makoto Fushimi was also trying to liven things up. He raised his tennis racket high, like Daigo raising his magic wand, and with a "do as you please, I'm invincible" expression on his face, he said, "Who goes first?"

Yotsuba Nakano politely looked at Yukino and asked, "Shall I go first?"

“I’ll do it. I know him better than you do. Yotsuba, you watch carefully from the side and try to find his weaknesses,” Yukino said decisively.

"I understand, then I'll have to ask Yukinoshita to clear the way for me!" Nakano Yotsuba even bowed in a proper manner.

Yukino was almost amused by her childish behavior, and her mood improved considerably.

When Yukino stood on the other side of the tennis court, Makoto Fushimi said in a low voice, "Are you the first challenger, Yukinoshita?"

Yukino's expression remained unchanged: "Are you going to show off your endless stream of stupid nonsense again?"

"Huh? You actually used the word 'form'? Have you been watching some kind of superhero transformation show lately?"

Is that all you wanted to say?

"Of course not. What I really want to say is that although your physical fitness has improved significantly with my help, and coupled with your already excellent skills and agility, you have improved a lot compared to before. But even so, in terms of sports, you will lose to me very quickly." Fushimi Makoto still had that superior demeanor.

Yukino's lips curled up slightly, but she forcibly suppressed it.

She knew that Fushimi Makoto noticed everyone's awkwardness, so she was trying to lighten the mood.

But for some reason, she always found it funny when the other person pretended to say things that only experts would say.

"Perhaps it's because I know him too well, so I feel from the bottom of my heart that he's not suited for this style, and it would create a strong sense of incongruity."

Yukino found the answer in her heart.

"The two of them have such a good relationship," said Sayuri Sawamura, who was watching the play from the sidelines.

Mrs. Yukinoshita remained calm, as if she hadn't heard anything.

Sayuri Sawamura added, "I wish my Eriri was as generous and composed as me."

“In that case, you might have other ideas, such as hoping that Eriri could be more lively.” Mrs. Yukinoshita spoke up this time.

"That's right, everyone is greedy. You've thought things through much more carefully. You truly are my best friend." Sayuri Sawamura smiled and hugged her best friend's arm.

Mrs. Yukinoshita gave Yukino the same disgusted look on her face: "It's so hot, can you please not suddenly hug me?"

"If we can still hold hands when it's hotter, doesn't that prove our relationship is incredibly strong?"

"..."

Mrs. Yukinoshita seemed speechless and silently withdrew her hand.

Her beautiful eyes swept forward, and just as she had expected, everyone, including Fushimi Makoto and Yukino who had already taken the stage, was drawn to the commotion caused by the two of them.

She wasn't embarrassed by such a small thing, but she did have a headache.

Sawamura Sayuri was much more lively. She even smiled at everyone and said, "Alright, alright, stop staring at us. It's time to start."

"Eri, is Aunt Sayuri always like this?" Shiho asked in a low voice.

Eriri covered her face, feeling ashamed instead: "Mm."

Shiyu clicked her tongue in amazement: "Although it's a bit impolite of me to say this, I still think Aunt Xiaobaihe is a very interesting person."

"Mom isn't funny at all; she always likes to make trouble for me." Eriri couldn't help but mutter as she recalled how her mother had teased her until she blushed.

Shiyu smiled, her eyes falling on the beautiful and charming Sawamura Sayuri, as if talking to herself: "If she were willing to change her clothes, perhaps outsiders would mistake her for your older sister."

Eriri couldn't help but purse her lips: "If she heard that, she'd be grinning from ear to ear."

Shi Yu didn't continue the topic. In any case, it was still inappropriate to whisper about elders here.

It was Sawamura Sayuri's temperament and personality that truly surprised her.

She even had an absurd thought: compared to Eriri, Aunt Sayuri seemed to be more charming?

The reason she found it absurd was because she was thinking from the perspective of the male character, Makoto Fushimi.

Although she wasn't a boy, she genuinely thought Sayuri Sawamura was very charming.

If she had to choose between this beautiful woman and her friend, she felt that there would probably only be one person in the Sawamura family, and that would be Sayuri Sawamura.

"What am I thinking? Although she looks young and beautiful, she is still an aunt in terms of age."

Shiyu found it amusing, realizing she had probably been infected by Fushimi Makoto's stupidity, actually putting herself in his shoes to evaluate the two beauties of the Sawamura family, and even making a choice in the end.

"That kind of thing is impossible no matter how you look at it."

Shiyu thought with absolute certainty.

The competition on the field soon officially began.

Even though Makoto Fushimi was deliberately throwing the game... oh no, I mean throwing it to the bottom, Yukino still couldn't find any chance to win.

Her skills are quite superb. After her physical fitness was no longer a weakness, her improved agility and explosiveness made her even more versatile. Even in sports, her seemingly delicate and slender figure is full of power.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of tennis balls being hit echoed constantly on the court. Almost every time Makoto Fushimi raised his hand and swung his racket with ease, Yukino had to grit her teeth and respond.

No matter how much Fushimi Makoto played, his ball speed was still frighteningly fast. Yukino struggled to catch the ball every time, and in the end, she became more and more strained, losing points.

Makoto Fushimi was not only relaxed and carefree, he even had the time to admire Yukino's flowing skirt.

As the girl's skirt fluttered, her black safety shorts were revealed, completely covering her soft thighs and exposing no excess skin.

"boom."

When Yukino lost another point, she took a deep breath and stared incredulously at the relaxed Fushimi Makoto across from her.

How much of his strength did this guy use?

Can we get three points?

Yukino was not confident in making a judgment.

The girls watching from the sidelines were also astonished.

They already knew that Makoto Fushimi was an excellent athlete, after all, he had shown it a little during that swimming session.

But today, with Yukino as a contrast, the completely different competitive states of the two created a stark contrast, immediately giving the girls watching a huge visual impact.

Even Sayuri Sawamura on the sidelines was surprised: "Did Makoto use half his strength?"

"Probably not," Mrs. Yukinoshita said calmly.

She had seen his muscular physique before, and she had also been in contact with his powerful muscle lines.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he possessed monstrous strength.

Only such domineering power could achieve that indescribable, overwhelming impact.

"That's really impressive." Sayuri Sawamura stared blankly at Makoto Fushimi, her eyes flickering. It was unclear what she was thinking, but she was completely absorbed in looking at him.

A moment later, Yukino left the stage, panting.

She didn't feel resentful; she was simply surprised.

Even though she didn't get a single penny.

Yotsuba Nakano jogged over to give Yukino water, saying with a troubled expression, "I'm sorry, I tried my best to observe him, but I found that he doesn't have any weaknesses at all."

Yukino thanked him first, then picked up her water bottle and gulped down two mouthfuls before calming her breathing and saying, "Your explosive power is stronger than mine. I suggest you try not to conserve your energy and go all out from the start."

Yotsuba Nakano exclaimed, "Go all out?"

"Don't you want to see his expression after he loses points?" Yukino asked with a smile. She liked this girl so much that even her tone of voice softened.

"Yes, of course I want to!"

"Then give it a try."

"Nakano Yotsuba received!"

As Nakano Yotsuba walked onto the field, Yukino had just returned to the team when Utaha's voice rang out beside her: "Your stamina is much stronger than I expected."

“That’s because I’ve been training.” Yukino replied calmly.

Shiyu rested her chin on her hand, as if she was thinking: "Based on my observation, unless there are five of you on the field at the same time, you simply won't be able to score against Fushimi."

"Thanks for the reminder, senior, but you said something that's obviously obvious and meaningless." Yukino didn't look at her.

"As everyone knows?"

"Otherwise what? Do you really think I'm so arrogant as to believe I can win?"

"Even the confident Yukino is like this?"

"Confidence and arrogance are two different things, and I believe you understand that, senior."

Their conversation ended there.

This time, Shiha didn't mock Yukino; she simply wanted to talk to her about Fushimi Makoto's physical abilities.

But Yukino still remembers the spicy hot pot incident, and she doesn't want to talk to Utaha any longer.