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Chapter 78 A Girl Starts a War on the Tennis Court

The basketball slid through the air in a beautiful arc and went into the net.

Jun Matsueda landed on the ground with his feet, his hands still in the shooting posture. The referee signaled to the scoreboard that the three-pointer was valid, and Ken Sakamuro came over and clapped his hands.

There were girls screaming on the side of the court, and of course there were boys' voices as well, but at this time they were not as loud as the girls.

This was the final of the first-year class basketball game. They were playing against Class 4 of Grade 1. The strongest player, Sugisaki, had been devastated by Jun Matsueda before the summer vacation and hadn't recovered yet.

Jun Matsueda didn't want to create a crushing score difference, as that would be too ugly. Playing basketball also requires social skills.

Just like a basketball game does not allow the champion teams of each school year to have a final showdown. If there is an upset or the players get angry, the situation will be embarrassing.

As for the football and baseball games that were not held at all, it was simply because there were too many people on the field and it was difficult for each class to form a team.

Jun Matsueda took a sip of water while the opponent was making a substitution. He had been slacking off for most of the game, and only started acting after ensuring that Class 2 would win.

Is this arrogance? He asked himself, maybe it is, in fact, he doesn't care about winning or losing this game, it doesn't matter if he doesn't play.

But someone cared, and Sakamuro Ken had told him countless times how to dominate the freshman class. So for the sake of the people he cared about, Matsueda Jun had to go out there.

The game was almost over and it was already garbage time. Jun Matsueda was about to leave the court when someone called him from the sidelines.

"Matsueda, show me a windmill dunk!" Chengwei Zhang waved to him, and next to him was a tall boy with dark skin wearing a basketball uniform.

Jun Matsueda glanced at Joe Shiroo. He remembered this man. He was from the basketball club and a classmate of Kou Tsushima. He had invited him to dinner.

"Matsueda, Matsueda! Dunk!" Joo-jo continued to shout from the sidelines. Bullying during garbage time was a bit unacceptable.

But he treated me to a meal, and it was delicious.

Jun Matsueda accelerated at the three-point line, passed the defender in front of him, jumped high, and pushed the basketball into the basket with one hand.

There was a brief silence on the sidelines, followed by the girls' screams and the boys' exclamations.

The game is over.

"Sorry." Jun Matsueda said to the frightened boy in front of him, then walked back to the classroom audience seats.

The boy didn't say anything. The way Jun Matsueda apologized with a smile made him feel an indescribable feeling in his heart, like fear and anger.

As the ball game had the most attendees, many people from Class 2 came to support Jun Matsueda and his team. Sushan touched Sakamuro Ken's shoulder, his hand wet with sweat. He tried to touch Jun Matsueda again, but was dodged.

"Did you enjoy the fight?" Sushan asked Sakamuro Ken.

"It was pretty cool at first, but in the end the limelight was stolen by the pine branches." He curled his lips.

"It's not like I'm not stopping you from dunking. If you can do it, go ahead." Jun Matsueda tugged at his basketball jersey. He didn't sweat much, but moving goods was more energizing.

Before the two of them had a chance to talk to Jun Matsueda, they were pushed away by the girls. Senior Asai and several seniors stood at the front, like bees that hadn't collected pollen for ten days.

"Matsuzhi Songzhi, so you are so good at basketball! Why didn't you join the basketball team?" The senior student's eyes moved back and forth on his exposed arms and calf lines.

Matsueda Jun didn't say anything, just smiled at her and walked off the field. Asai-senpai had been flying around him for almost a week, never getting tired of trying to establish a relationship with him that went beyond friendship.

"Aren't you going to say hello, Tomoka?" Yamami Maki looked at Tomoka Tomatsu beside her.

Tomatsu Tomoka shook her head, and the two stood at the edge of the crowd. It was still early autumn, but the girl exuded the bleak atmosphere of late autumn.

"You two are classmates, after all." "It might be better if we weren't in the same class. He'd see me less often, and he'd be happier, right?"

Tomatsu Tomoka has recently felt that her existence has become increasingly redundant. Every time she sits in the classroom and sees the boy on her right with his head lowered, her heart becomes bitter as if the sea is boiling over her.

It is such a cruel experience to have something that you cannot get appear before your eyes all the time.

A girl holding a tennis racket appeared before Jun Matsueda. Mochizuki Haruka wore a blue and white tennis skirt, a white sports short-sleeved top with blue stripes around the cuffs and collar, and a pair of bright eyes beneath a blue tennis cap.

The crowd naturally moved a little further away from the two of them.

"Is the tennis match over?" Matsueda Jun looked at the girl in front of him. She looked better than before. Perhaps it was because she'd eaten more recently or because her sportswear was so fitted, but her chest seemed fuller.

She shook her head, her high ponytail swaying and brushing against her fair neck. "There are still three grade championship finals to go, so it's time to take a break."

The girl's shoulders and neck are slender and soft, reminiscent of a swan in the lake or a high-necked vase in a museum. The high ponytail highlights this point, making it fascinating.

Mochizuki Haruka's lips parted slightly, as if she still had something to say. "Congratulations. And would you like to come watch my match?"

Matsueda Jun thought for a moment and asked, "Are you unsure?"

The girl shook her head, then nodded immediately. "The third-year champion is average. The second-year champion is Yamami Maki. She fought hard all the way to get to the top."

Are there any other experts? Matsueda Jun looked around and found Yamami Maki at the edge of the crowd, also wearing a tennis outfit. Her style was similar to Mochizuki Haruka's, but in green.

Yamami Mochi noticed his gaze, waved at him and smiled softly. The girl next to her lowered her head, hiding the upper half of her face in the shadow of her bangs.

Are all the daughters of prestigious families truly multi-talented? Matsueda Jun was curious about the way the quiet senior schoolmate wielded her racket.

"I'll go and see." He said to Mochizuki Haruka beside him. The girl nodded quickly, lifted her bangs, and secretly wiped away the joy in her eyes.

"It starts in ten minutes, don't be late." The girl turned around, and the hem of her blue skirt disappeared into the crowd like a wave.

When Jun Matsueda arrived at the tennis court, Haruka Mochizuki and Matsukio Yamami were already warming up on the court. They stretched their bodies to their heart's content, their skirts and pants swaying.

There were not many people around the court because the men's and women's doubles badminton matches were in full swing on the other side, attracting many people to watch.

Mochizuki Haruka waved her hand and pointed to an empty bench at the side of the field. Matsueda Jun sat over, not knowing that it was the seat for friends and family.

Tomatsu Tomoka sat down on the bench next to Yamami Moki, and she was also alone.

Yamami Maki kicked off the game with neither too much nor too little force. To her, the game was just a friendly exchange.

Until the rebounding tennis ball passed quickly between her racket and cheek, leaving behind a sound of breaking wind.

The gentle forest girl waved her racket nonchalantly, releasing the dissatisfaction left over from her last conversation with Mochizuki Haruka.

"Is it necessary for Mochizuki-san to work so hard?" Yamami Moki smiled.

The girl opposite lowered her body slightly, her eyes serious.

"If you don't have the determination to win, please don't go to the battlefield."

　A group has been created, 588258957. The question for joining is the main character's name; surely no one will get it wrong? There should be another chapter tonight, but the time is uncertain.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)