Crossover anime, Hachiman's childhood friend's growth diary

"Well, I'll have to trouble you then. Even if the plan works, the Red Team will need to cooperate with each other. And even without interference, a 1,000-meter run is very painful."

"Don't worry, there's absolutely no problem with that. Everyone has been training hard these past few weeks!"

Hongxia regained her energy and cheerfully gave a thumbs up.

After a quick cool-down, Hachiman and Nijika returned to the stadium. Mr. Koba had already submitted the list, and the new list had been approved by the school.

The new number plate was accurately delivered to Hachiman. As he prepared to make final adjustments to his seat, he noticed a complex emotion in the small eyes of the sports committee member.

"Hey, Hikigaya-kun, no matter what your classmates think of you, I think you did the right thing regarding Ishida!"

"Oh, thank you."

This sudden support caught Hachiman a little off guard, but fortunately, the other party obediently returned to his seat after speaking, so the atmosphere did not become awkward.

To be honest, he really didn't know what to say when faced with the concern of strangers.

But is this kind of development also a good sign?

With that thought in mind, Hachiman pinned his number to his chest and walked with Nijika towards the starting line.

Yamada Ryo accompanied them. The girl still had that expressionless look, but she was clearly trying her best to suppress her emotions.

"Hachiman, I find the thought of what I'm going to do next very interesting."

Hey, are you a comedian too?

Hachiman glanced at him indifferently, nodded, and said:

"Oh, thank you for your help earlier."

"It's okay, do you want me to help you share the firepower later?"

Honestly, having a companion would definitely reduce the pressure considerably.

But the next moment, Hikigaya Yu Guangzhong suddenly saw a young couple nervously watching Yamada Ryo in the audience of Class 3-D.

"No, no need. I'm the most effective when I'm alone."

"Ok."

Yamada Ryo didn't insist and silently retreated back to his own track.

Hachiman rubbed his wrists and stared straight ahead with dead fish eyes.

The track at Haneoka Elementary School is 200 meters per lap, so you have to run five laps in one go to get back here.

Furthermore, due to time constraints, the 1000-meter race for each grade is conducted together without separate preliminary and final rounds, and the final rankings and results are calculated based on individual times.

In other words, this is a decisive battle with no room for mistakes or regrets.

As we all know, BO1 is the easiest way to create a spectacle, but Hachiman's plan is not to cause trouble; he simply wants to make the match more "intense."

After waiting for a few more minutes, the referee finally arrived.

Under the direction of the other side, the students from each class stood on their respective lanes, but because of the number of people, everyone was close together, and even the slightest movement would be noticed by the runner next to them.

This arrangement is fantastic!

With a satisfied smile, Hachiman began to observe the other contestants around him.

Hongxia and two other students from Class A were to his left, while the students from other classes were to his right.

When his gaze shifted to the right, Hachiman couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Right now, standing to Hachiman's right is the spiky-haired boy who came to Class A to mock them. Seeing this unexpected figure, Hachiman couldn't be happier.

He cleared his throat and lowered his voice:

"Oh, isn't that guy from Class C?"

Who are you, buddy?

After clearly seeing Hachiman's face and the number on his chest, the spiky-haired man retorted with the same words:

"Uh, isn't that one of the guys from Class A?"

"Tell me, how are you planning to lose this competition?"

"Ahem! Stop talking big. Don't think you're so great just because you're handsome!"

Wait a minute, what kind of harsh words are these!

The unexpected words almost disrupted Hachiman's rhythm, but he shook his head and immediately regained his composure.

"Hmph, all you can do is make sarcastic remarks."

After saying that, Hachiman deliberately took a step forward, exposing himself to the other students.

Amidst the puzzled gazes of those around him, Hikigaya relaxed his facial muscles and then revealed a disgusting smile.

"And the same goes for the others, I hope you won't completely disappear from my sight later!"

Chapter 71, "Dark History," has been added.

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These words left the referee speechless.

It's not uncommon for people to make tough statements before a match, but this is the first time he's seen it done so badly, especially since it involved making sweeping generalizations.

Young men, you're all in the same grade. Aren't you afraid of getting beaten up after the competition?

The referee sighed, but at the same time deeply admired Hachiman's courage. He was eager to know if this elementary school student with somewhat rotten eyes was really as good as he claimed.

We can't just end up with empty words, can we?

but.

In order to maintain order at the scene, he symbolically stopped them, saying:

"Ahem! It's competition time now. Everyone, let's talk about the results of the competition, and remember, friendship comes first, competition second."

Yes, that's the perfect way to mediate a fight!

Just as the referee was feeling smug about his speech, Hachiman added fuel to the fire by saying:

"Yes, since everyone's here to compete for second place, friendship comes first."

"Hey!"

The referee covered his face, thinking that this was enough; if a fight broke out, he wouldn't be able to handle the situation.

This was, after all, the last match of the sports festival, and the entire school was watching. The referee suddenly felt that he had become the focus of the entire arena.

Of course, this feeling is not pleasant.

To quickly divert the students' attention, the referee teacher immediately raised the flare gun:

"Get ready, the match is about to begin."

On the other side, enjoying the overflowing resentment beside him, Hachiman stepped on the white line of the track, shut his mouth with satisfaction, knowing that he had achieved his goal.

Honestly, if he had been stared at by so many people in junior high school, he would have been scared out of his wits by now.

But I'm sorry, this is an elementary school, and those hostile gazes have no effect on the battle-hardened Hachiman.

Still too tender.

Hachiman withdrew his gaze and fixed his eyes straight ahead.

The stage is ready.

The atmosphere at the scene gradually became restless. The students and parents in the stands seemed to have noticed the tension on the track, but for the spectators, the more intense the competition, the more it met their expectations.

Amidst the cheers, the referee pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The 1000-meter race has begun.

Everyone burst out of the starting line like a spring.

Because it was a long-distance race, and with the special guidance of a physical education teacher, even elementary school students understood the principle of conserving energy at the beginning and sprinting at full speed at the end.

Therefore, after the gunshots rang out, everyone deliberately conserved their strength.

Sensing the thoughts of those around him, Hachiman suddenly lowered his center of gravity and, without holding back, used all his strength to rush to first place at the very first moment of the race.

"Sure enough, my body is so sluggish!"

Despite having warmed up beforehand, Hachiman could still feel his whole body groaning, especially as his stamina rapidly depleted.

No, I have to hold on a little longer.

With that thought in mind, Hachiman sped off like a rocket, leaving everyone else far behind.

After confirming his overwhelming advantage, he turned his head slightly, his fingers subtly making an internationally recognized gesture.

Clearly, this is a move that only someone on the track, vying for first place, could see.

"What on earth is wrong with that guy?!"

Those who lagged behind saw this and recalled how Hachiman had started his mocking remarks at the beginning.

"We can't let him steal the spotlight, let's all join in!"

"Wait a minute, the teacher said we can't run that fast in one go."

Some of the girls who hadn't lost their composure spoke anxiously.

Unfortunately, under the leadership of a certain blue-haired girl, the average speed of the entire unit gradually increased, while in the end, the students of Class A and Class D maintained their original pace.

That's pretty fast!

Hikigaya glanced at Yamada Ryo, who was leading the group, and smiled with relief.

The rhythm was completely disrupted. Fearing falling behind, the people in the second group had no choice but to grit their teeth, lift their legs, and desperately try to keep up.

After completing the first lap and passing the starting point, the second group finally caught up with Hachiman.

"What, what do you mean by boasting? Turns out you're nothing special."

The spiky-haired boy followed behind, panting. Hachiman saw a complex expression on his face, a mixture of mockery, bravado, and pain.

"Hehe, if you get tired from running, you can stop and catch your breath. No one will blame you."

"Get lost! I'm not tired at all!"

Honestly, Hachiman felt that he was clearly concerned about him, so why was he being so fierce?

Of course, Hachiman was already at his limit. He turned around and saw the group that had followed him, and quickly counted the number of people in the group.

Okay, that's about it.

Just to be on the safe side, Hachiman continued running without slowing down. By the time he was almost finished with the third lap, he could taste the metallic tang of blood in his throat.

I can't hold on much longer...

His speed slowed down, and the second group quickly overtook him, but because of his initial all-out sprint, their speed also began to drop sharply.

The third group, consisting of students from Class A and Class D, is maintaining a reliable pace and catching up.

"Hachiman, are you alright?"

As the energetic Nijika was about to overtake Hachiman, she spoke up with concern.

To avoid causing them trouble, Hachiman forced himself to say:

"No, it's okay, you guys hurry up, hurry up and do your best."

"Then let's go first."

With the sound of footsteps, the third group quickly disappeared from sight.

Hachiman's steps grew heavier and heavier, and then he seemed to realize a serious problem: he seemed to have a stitch in his side.

Well, that's about it for now. Even if you don't finish the race, you won't be penalized.

To be honest, it's quite impressive that he was able to run such a long distance at full speed after not exercising for so long. On the last lap, Hachiman prepared to signal to the judges that he was going to retire from the race.

But at that moment...

His right leg, which he could no longer lift, accidentally twisted his left calf, and as his center of gravity suddenly shifted forward, Hachiman fell headfirst down.

His first thought was, "Oh no, it seems like my embarrassing past is about to get another chapter in my life."