Crossover Anime: The King of Time? Actually, He's a Slacker!

Throughout the rest of the game, the two players traded blows. Yukinoshita's technique was very strong; she could easily neutralize both Hayama's powerful serves and Miura's volleys at the net.

But she didn't last long before her movements visibly slowed down, and she lost several points in a row. After all, physical strength was her unavoidable weakness.

Hachiman naturally noticed this, but there was nothing he could do. For some reason, Miura Yumiko on the other side was like she was on stimulants, getting stronger and stronger with each battle.

As for Hayama... I have a feeling that he's holding back, but I have no proof.

More and more students gathered around the field, and discussions rose and fell.

"The score is close."

"Hayama and his team will definitely win, right?"

"Not necessarily. Yukinoshita and that other person are pretty strong too."

Another smash sailed over the net, and Yukinoshita couldn't keep up. Just when it looked like she was about to lose the point, Hachiman suddenly dove to the side and barely managed to save the ball.

Ye Shan looked at the incoming ball, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes. Then he put on a show of giving it his all, his racket barely grazing the edge of the tennis ball, letting it hit his own half of the court, losing a point in the process.

"This round is over," Totsuka Ayaka's clear voice rang out.

Both teams took a short break after leaving the field.

"Hayama, why didn't you catch the last ball?" Miura Yumiko was a little dissatisfied. Losing would make her lose face.

"Ah, sorry." Hayama looked away guiltily.

Yumiko paused for a moment, realizing that her tone had been rather harsh.

"I was too anxious. Are you not feeling well? I feel like you didn't perform to your full potential."

"I am indeed a bit tired." Ye Shan took the opportunity to back down, his gaze subtly sweeping to the other side.

Hachiman Hikigaya was silently drinking water, while Yukinoshita had her head down, seemingly trying to calm herself down.

"Xiaoxue, are you alright?" Yui Hama came over and handed her a towel.

You're sweating a lot.

"Thank you, don't worry." Yukinoshita's voice was very soft.

"Judging from your state, I feel like we're doomed," Hachiman Hikigaya retorted, seemingly mocking him.

"Don't say such discouraging things," Yuihama said angrily.

"If we lose, Xiaocai will be in a difficult position!"

Lin Shiye added a sentence.

"Think calmly, Hachiman, and consider what I would do."

Hachiman rolled his eyes at him, didn't reply, but did start thinking.

To be honest, he had already figured out the situation on the field. Hayama, that nice guy, was throwing the game, and only Miura was really going all out.

Yukinoshita was essentially useless; if he had given it his all, he could have won. But Miura clearly had some reason not to lose; even with teammates who were acting, she managed to keep the score close, practically burning herself out.

Hikigaya glanced at Hayashi Shiya, but quickly looked away.

I can't understand what Hayama is thinking. Miura is a very proud woman who is popular with men. If she loses, she will probably be devastated. But they accepted Totsuka's request, so they have reasons not to lose.

There is only one way to bring this matter to a perfect end: to crush it with irrational force.

In this way, they will win the game and continue the commission, and even if Miura loses, he won't feel it's his fault. Everyone will be happy, and no one will get hurt.

Thinking of this, Hachiman stood up.

Hearing the sound, Yukino looked up at him.

"Let's go." His voice wasn't loud, but his tone was unusually firm.

The second game began with both players returning to the court.

"I'll serve." Hachiman Hikigaya walked to the baseline, tossed the tennis ball between his fingertips, and looked up at the other side.

"This next shot... is a knockout!"

Yumiko and Hayama blinked in bewilderment; this guy had inexplicably become so enthusiastic.

Let me show you my power.

Hachiman's eyes sharpened. He gently tossed the ball up with his left hand, held his racket in his right hand, and then swung it out with a sudden burst of power.

Snapped!

He hit the tennis ball directly to the ground below, then it bounced up and slammed into his face, causing blood to gush from his nose.

He fell straight backward, collapsing to the ground like a exhausted dead dog.

……

"ha?"

Yumiko was stunned, Hayama was stunned, and Yukinoshita and Yuihama were also stunned.

The entire tennis court was completely silent; even the wind seemed to still for a few seconds.

"Oh dear, there was a little accident, it's nothing serious." Lin Shiye quickly slipped into the arena and hoisted Hachiman onto his shoulder.

"The injured player can't continue playing and has to leave the field."

Upon seeing this, Hayama immediately replied:

"Let's end the match here."

"Then who wins?" Miura Yumiko frowned, clearly not accepting this muddled result.

Just as Hayama was about to concede defeat, he saw Lin Shiye put Hachiman on the sidelines, turn around and walk back, this time with a racket in his hand.

"End my ass." Lin Shiye's face revealed a ferocious smile.

"The starters are tired, I'm the substitute."

"Okay, let's continue then." Miura immediately perked up.

Seeing this, Ye Shan said no more.

Yukino looked at Hayashi Shiki with some concern: "Hasashi-kun, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Shiye was already standing at the baseline, tossing the tennis ball high into the air with his fingertips.

"I'm serving!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his racket violently.

The next second, Ye Shan felt a beam of light whizz past him.

boom--!

A dull, loud thud struck the ground, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

Everyone instinctively looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the tennis ball had hit the hard ground, creating a shallow dent, and then bounced up and embedded itself in the wire mesh at the edge of the court.

A wisp of white smoke still floated faintly above the shallow pit on the ground.

Wait...wait a minute, what is this thing?

Hayato Hayama's eyes narrowed to tiny dots as he belatedly broke out in a cold sweat. If the ball had been a few centimeters off-center and hit him squarely, he would have been covered in bruises.

Yumiko and Yukinoshita were also dumbfounded, and the drawing style inevitably became a bit hasty.

"Hoo hoo, let's continue!" Lin Shiye's voice drifted over slowly, landing in everyone's ears like the whisper of a demon.

.........

The game had begun in a crushing defeat, but for some reason, Hayama, who had been holding back, suddenly became serious. But it was no use; in this situation, it made no difference whether he was serious or not.

On the final ball, Lin Shiye swung his racket fiercely.

Hayato Hayama seemed to be possessed and hadn't given up yet. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on the tennis ball in the air, his hands gripping the racket tightly, his muscles tense.

Is it a flat shot? It's fast, but the trajectory is very straight... I can receive it!

He anticipated the ball's landing point and had already prepared his feet for a split step, but soon he realized something was wrong. Why does this ball look like it's on fire?

Hayato Hayama's eyes widened; his very soul was telling him that he couldn't catch that ball.

Should we give up now?

Everything around him seemed to slow down. As he gazed at Lin Shiye's composed figure across from him, many images flashed uncontrollably through his mind.

.........

From childhood to adulthood, he was perfect in the eyes of others, the center of attention in his circle. Sunny, friendly, and always gentle, he could always maintain good relationships with everyone with ease.

But only he knows how fake this "perfect" exterior is, like a mask he's worn for too long, so long that he can hardly tell which one is the real him anymore.

Although it was tiring, it was the path he had chosen. He thought he could keep wearing the mask forever, but he never expected to meet Lin Shiye.

The undisguised authenticity in the other person made him jealous, made him fearful, and also made him feel a strong sense of inferiority for the first time.

If Lin Shiye is the sun high in the sky, scorching and dazzling, then I am probably just a rat in the gutter, not even qualified to be compared with him.

but……

He didn't want to admit defeat.

"Stop, Hayama! You'll disappear!" Lin Shiye shouted as he saw Hayama charging towards the ball.

He specifically aimed for the open space, and it was expected that neither of them would be able to catch the ball, but unexpectedly, Ye Shan was stubborn.

Hey, what are you doing!

"Ughh ...

Hayato Hayama used all his strength to push off the ground, rotate his body, and swing his racket, pouring everything into the racket.

The moment the ball collides with the racket face, dazzling sparks fly, and a deafening buzzing sound echoes throughout the tennis court.

Having lived with a mask of 'hypocrisy' for so long, he couldn't remember the last time he had fought so hard.

Normally, he might just play casually, then laugh and say, "What a pity, I lost," thus lightening the mood and making everyone feel comfortable.

But now, he doesn't want to back down.

"Hayama Hayato, I never expected you to be able to do this!" Lin Shiye shouted, his words full of approval.

"Don't underestimate me!!" Hayama Hayato roared, veins bulging on his arms.

click-

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

The racket frame couldn't withstand the terrifying impact and shattered completely.

The tennis ball, still carrying momentum, slammed into the wire net and got stuck again.

Hayato Hayama collapsed to the ground, his body drenched in sweat. He gazed at the azure sky, a relieved smile appearing on his weary face.

I had a very satisfying game.

I'm just... I'm really sorry that I couldn't show Shi Ye my whole self.