The all-powerful middle schooler

"Don't be so confident, or you'll get slapped in the face."

"You are destroying your own prestige, aren't you? I don't believe that Hanezegawa can perform miracles."

"I'm leaving to join the club."

"You go first, I want to watch their game."

People's opinions began to diverge, and many people already had high expectations for Hanesegawa.

This is the result of the admiration for the strong.

After all, they haven't felt each other's personal charm yet.

During their conversation.

Hanezegawa Izumi and the other two had also come downstairs, preparing to change their shoes.

Fujiwara Chika stuffed her little feet wrapped in white socks into the student leather shoes. After putting them on, the tips of the shoes touched the ground, making them fit her feet better.

Rikka Takanashi is still fiddling with her pair of roller skates.

To show respect, he wore a pair of sneakers today so that he could step onto the tennis court and look more formal.

After a while, they arrived at the tennis court.

At this time, a group of people had gathered outside the stadium fence, and it was almost packed because everyone wanted to occupy a good position in advance to watch the game.

Compared to the number of spectators at the Go club's match, the attention this time has undoubtedly skyrocketed.

"Step aside."

Faced with such a noisy scene, Hanegawa Izumi shouted, deep and powerful, instantly suppressing the voices of everyone.

When they reacted, they realized that the real boss had arrived, so they made way for him at the intersection.

Led by him, three people stepped into the tennis court.

"Are you the Hanesagawa? You look ordinary, nothing special. I never thought you could beat the Go club. Did you really cheat like they said?"

A high-spirited and powerful voice sounded, and a tall and strong figure with medium-length hair approached and stood in front of them. He was estimated to be over 1.8 meters tall.

Compared with each other, the two girls who were less than 1.6 meters tall looked like small potatoes.

"Are you the head of the tennis club?"

Izumi Hanegawa raised his eyes slightly, facing the suppression of height and body size, he still behaved neither humble nor arrogant.

"You are really as arrogant as they say."

When Kentaro Kawamura saw that he did not answer but asked instead, he was not angry, but looked interested.

"But I don't care whether you cheated or not. The point is, do you really want to fight me? First of all, my style is very tough. With your weak arms and legs, I won't care if you get beaten to tears."

You know, it's normal for a tennis ball to hit someone accidentally, so even if there's no direct confrontation, it can still cause injury. This is different from the mental work involved in playing Go.

"This is what I want to say too."

He smiled calmly.

The football field is a battlefield, and he understands it very well.

"Also, I will end this battle as quickly as possible, so be careful."

This sentence sounds completely provocative!

"Ah."

Kawamura Kentaro laughed in anger, clenched his fists, and said fiercely:

"Don't worry, I won't waste too much of your time!"

21Have you ever heard of an outspin serve?

Painting Department.

"Look, it's so lively over there! Are they going to start a fight?"

"Isn't that the tennis club? It seems like today is the day when Hanezegawa and the tennis club are going to fight?"

"Oh, it's something that happened last week... It looks interesting, so why don't we go over and take a look."

"Forget it. There are so many people there that we can't squeeze in. Besides, we have club activities going on."

Eriri sat in front of the easel, looking at a piece of white paper in front of her, holding up a paintbrush, pretending to want to paint.

But in fact, the conversations of the members who ran to the window sill had already made her heart fly out of the house.

"What are you guys doing? Don't disturb others from concentrating on their painting."

There was no choice, so she stopped and expressed her concern.

Because of the personality she displayed, the girls were not intimidated by her family background. Instead, they turned around and greeted her with a smile.

"Sawamura-kun, how about taking a break today? Something interesting is happening down there."

"That's right, that's right."

"Sawamura-kun, how about we go watch the game together? Why don't we just draw the scene of their game! As it is a rare event in Shuchiin, let's keep it as a commemoration and leave it to the younger generations to know."

Suddenly someone suggested.

"That's a good idea, I agree!"

Soon, this was recognized by others.

Everyone wanted to go over and join in the fun.

"There's really nothing we can do with you, so let's go and take a look..."

Eriri sighed and agreed to their request with a reluctant expression on her face.

"Great!"

The members were all very happy because, with the help of Eriri's status in the academy, they wouldn't have to worry about competing with others for seats.

"Thank you for your help, Sawamura-kun."

"nothing."

Ying Lili responded politely. She didn't show any reluctance at all. In fact, she was very happy.

But although she was happy, she was still mostly worried.

"Izumi, that idiot. I heard that the opponent has very strong physical ability. I wonder if he can hold on. I hope he's not just showing off."

……

Just as the painting department was rushing to the battlefield.

Another speechless incident occurred on the tennis court.

"By the way, can you lend me a tennis racket? I don't have one."

Izumi Hanegawa stretched out his right hand and asked calmly.

"what?"

Kentaro Kawamura and many people present almost thought there was something wrong with their ears.

Playing tennis without a tennis racket, right?

Then why are you still fighting?

At this time, Kawamura Kentaro also noticed that the other party had nothing in his hands. He was holding his breath and told a member, "Ishida, lend your tennis racket to this guy."

"I just bought this... I know."

Ishida wanted to refuse, but under the minister's fierce gaze, he swallowed the rest of his words.

"Here, this is a tennis racket I specially customized. It's very expensive. Please don't break it!"

He took out a tennis racket from his storage bag and placed it in front of the other person.

"Thanks, I know better."

Hanegawa Izumi waved his hand calmly.

"Okay, now you are not allowed to do anything weird again. My patience is limited..."

"Wait for me a little longer."

Kawamura Kentaro was interrupted before he could finish his words.

At this moment, he was pinching the tennis strings with his fingers, feeling the elasticity of the material, and holding the racket and swinging it a few times.

"It's useless to get used to it in such a short time, but who told you not to use your own tennis racket?"

Kentaro Kawamura did not make a fuss about this matter because it seemed very normal to him.

A tennis racket is also a tool. Of course, the smoother it is to use, the more comfortable it will be. A slight difference in weight will affect the feel of the ball and the performance of the technique.

"No, I'm just estimating how much force I can use. After all, I promised that classmate not to damage the racket, and I don't have that much money to pay for it."

Unexpectedly, Hanegawa Izumi just shook his head and denied his statement.

Several black lines seemed to appear on Kentaro Kawamura's forehead.

Is this something a normal person would worry about?

"Alright! The game is about to start, and you idlers should leave the field!"

He waved his hand.

The members of the tennis club immediately withdrew.

"Izumi-chan, come on!"

"Sage, it all depends on your performance."

After expressing their support, Chika Fujiwara and Rikka Takanashi also retreated to the benches outside the line and sat down.

At this time, there was some movement among the crowd waiting for the game to start.

Fujiwara Chika turned around and looked.

Everyone made way for the painting club and members led by Eriri arrived.

"Hey, Eriri is here! You can't help but care about Izumi-chan?"

Her heart moved and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Eri, you came to watch Izumi-chan's game too!"

When she greeted Eriri, the moment their eyes met, she suddenly felt a deep chill.

"?"

A question mark appeared above the girl's head.

When did she make Eriri angry?

not understand.

"Ahem, this is everyone's request. They said they want to use paintings to record this incident..."

Eriri explained with a kind expression.

"Is that so? Let's watch the game together then."

Fujiwara Chika didn't understand the hidden meaning behind Eriri's words, and seeing that the game was about to begin, she didn't talk much.

"call."

Eriri felt relieved.

I almost forgot that there are still some people in this school who know about my relationship with Quan...