Let's do it again, Yukino.

"How would I know where she went? That woman is always elusive. And Yuihama-kun, move aside a bit, you're blocking my happiness right now."

She had just gone to Yukino's classroom, but couldn't find the aloof club president. She even went to Hiratsuka-sensei's office, but neither Yukino nor Hiratsuka herself was there.

Stopping thinking about these troubling things, Hachiman waved his hand, wanting the brown-haired girl who was blocking his view of Saika to move away.

"..."

Yuihama looked at the boy who was completely oblivious to her feelings, or rather, chose to ignore her, and couldn't help but puff up her cheeks in anger.

"Stupid little business owner, really—"

Yuihama, still silent and unwilling to move aside, was just about to say something to Hachiman...

A sudden, jarring noise came from beside them. Turning around, the two from the Service Club and Ayaka on the other side noticed that the group of popular people centered around Hayama and Miura were walking over.

And the story continues just as the two people from the previous life knew. Not long after, Hayama, who also wanted to use the tennis court, showed an exceptionally sunny smile and spoke softly to Yuihama and Hikigaya.

"Well then, Yui, how about this: you guys have a tennis match with us, who are not in the club? The winner will get to use this tennis court along with Totsuka, how about that?"

……

At the same time,

Under the shade of a tree not far from Yumiko and her group, Haruhi and Koyuki silently watched the confrontation between the Service Club and Hayama Miura's group.

As the atmosphere over there reached its climax with Hayama's words, Haruhi couldn't help but clap and cheer.

"Amazing!! This is so interesting."

"Here it comes, this is it. The unintentional shift in logic is just a classic robber's line, brilliant! Brilliant! This is exactly the same as what you told me back then, Xiaoxue. Shameless. Now that I see Hayato, he's so damn shameless and despicable. We should just call him Hayama the Despicable. But, I actually quite like this kind of shamelessness. It has the same style I had when I was pursuing you. Ouch—Xiaoxue, why are you pinching me?"

Haruhi, who had been admiring Hayama, gasped in pain as someone pinched the soft flesh around her waist. Yukinoshita was looking at her with a somewhat unfriendly expression, radiating a cold aura.

"Whose side are you on, you idiot?"

"..."

Well, I got a little carried away by Xiaoxue's sweet and docile demeanor at noon.

His body trembled slightly, and Chunri's lewd and smug smile slowly turned serious.

"Of course we're on Hayama's side—of course we're on Koyuki's side of the Service Club. I didn't realize it before, but now that I see it, the slick and shameless behavior of Hayama Hayato and Miura Yumiko really deserves our scorn, don't you think, Koyuki?"

"Perhaps..."

Yukinoshita gazed intently at Hayama and the others in the distance.

Seeing this scene again after so many years,

On the side of the Service Club, Yukinoshita didn't quite like Hayama and the others' current behavior.

However, just like Haruhi beside her, subconsciously, having been in society for several years, she felt that Hayama and the others were not wrong in doing so.

Perhaps it's a mixed bag, half good and half bad.

Thinking of this, Yukinoshita, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, pinched Haruhi hard next to her again.

"Ouch—why are you pinching me again? Didn't I already stand by you and criticize Ye Shan? Are all women such bastards? I get beaten up for both good and bad comments, right?"

Haruhi groaned as she touched the red marks left by the pinch, and angrily said to Yukino.

"It's nothing... I'll go now."

Yukino greeted him expressionlessly, then strode off in the opposite direction from Hachiman and the others without offering any further explanation.

Speaking of which, it's been so long since I've seen Xiaoxue in her gymnastics uniform. It's so good to be reborn.

Watching Yukino's retreating figure, Haruhi also dropped the face she had just made in front of her, a sly smile playing on her lips as she seemed to be muttering something to herself.

Minor Snow,

Let me help you this time...

seem

No one knew what the boy was planning at that moment.

Looking further into the distance, the figure that had been standing under the shade of the tree had disappeared from the spot.

……

…………

Not long after,

Just as the makeshift alliance formed by Yuihama and Hikigaya was being repeatedly defeated by Hayama and Yumiko,

Even Hikigaya was considering giving up on the match because of Yuigahama's clumsy performance.

"What's all this noise about? Can you explain it to me, Hachiman?"

Yukino Yukinoshita, who had changed into a gymnastics uniform and short skirt at some point, looked more energetic and vibrant than her usual aloof and proud self. She carried a first-aid kit and walked through the crowd.

"Aren't you too late? Does lunchtime really take this long? And what's with your outfit?"

Looking at Yukino who had finally arrived to save the day, Hikigaya, who had been preparing to apologize, couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

Yukino handed the first-aid kit to Yuihama. Yukino, who was always called the Ice Queen, showed a rare hint of apology on her fair and beautiful face towards Hikigaya.

"I'm sorry, Hikigaya-kun. I was delayed by some things, and that was my fault. As for the clothes I'm wearing, it's just that someone asked me to wear them once."

She took the tennis racket that Yuihama handed her, and it seemed that she wanted to play in place of Yuihama herself.

However, she stopped Hikigaya, who wanted to follow, and spoke to the people on Hayama's side.

"Hayama-kun, how about this? I think a doubles match is a bit of a waste of time. How about we make it simpler? You and Yumiko can each choose one of you to have a match with me?"

Originally, Yukinoshita planned to team up with Hikigaya again, just like in her previous life.

However, just thinking about how that idiot had kept praising Hayama's ugly face, Yukinoshita felt a surge of inexplicable anger rising within her.

She also rejected the original plan halfway through.

She wanted to defeat either Hayama or Yumiko on her own.

"Huh? Didn't we agree to a two-person competition? Why should we agree to your request?"

The one who answered Yukinoshita was the blonde loser, Yumiko. She already disliked Yukinoshita, and subconsciously prepared to refuse Yukinoshita's request.

Snapped!

Snapped!

It was at this moment that

Suddenly, applause erupted from the tennis court, interrupting everyone's thoughts.

"Fantastic!! Absolutely fantastic!!"

A lazy voice abruptly interrupted the commotion.

"I just finished eating and suddenly feel like exercising. Okay, I've decided, this tennis court is on me! Everyone else, get out of here!!"

Yukinoshita, who had been maintaining her composure, collapsed like a snow-capped mountain the moment she heard that voice.

Her expression became somewhat complicated. She slowly covered half of her face, her eyelids twitching as she watched a certain idiot wearing a sports cap swaggering into the tennis court.

Meanwhile, Haruhi, having placed her tennis racket upright in the center of the tennis ball and removed her glasses, gazed with a somewhat fierce look at the Service Club and the Hayama Group.

"From now on, this tennis court is mine. Who among you agrees? Who objects?"

idiot, moron

This kind of shamelessness... I didn't expect you, an idiot, to compete with Ye Shan and his gang in shamelessness.

Yukinoshita silently complained to herself.

Idiot, idiot, idiot!

(P.S.: Not much to say, here's the fourth update. Please like, comment, and subscribe! Thank you, newbie author!)

Chapter Thirty-Nine: I Want to Play a Tennis Match with Her

"Who agrees and who disagrees?"

After casually remarking this, Chunri weighed the tennis racket he'd pilfered from the equipment storage room in his hand. He sensed everyone's attention focused on him, and he could even clearly perceive the hostile and dangerous gaze emanating from a certain Yuki-onna.

Do you have any further objections?

"If no one else is going to say anything, then while I'm still in a good mood, please all leave. I want to play tennis quietly by myself for a while."

The atmosphere around him was as quiet as his words suggested.

As expected, compared to the fame of "Sunshine Prince" Hayato Hayama at Sobu High School, the seemingly infamous Haruhi was more recognizable in the minds of the people around her.

Especially his slanted eyes, which are even more flamboyant than Da Laoshi's dead fish eyes.

"We were here first, why should we give the space to someone like you? That's not fair!"

Even the proud queen-like Yumiko could not bear the somewhat humiliating atmosphere. Dressed in a blue and white tracksuit and skirt that accentuated her curves, she held a tennis racket in her hand, looking somewhat...

Looking at it this way, Yumiko is indeed a beauty, tall and voluptuous with fair skin, and at this moment her big, dark eyes are staring intently at the somewhat unreasonable Haruhi.

Given her naturally impatient and arrogant personality, it was no surprise that she was the first to step forward.

"Is it fair? Then I'll show you, Miura-kun, what fairness really means."

Haruhi chuckled twice with a hint of sarcasm, then, without saying anything more, silently walked towards Yumiko with the tennis ball in his hand.

When he was about a meter away from Yumiko, Hayama, who had been standing to the side, blocked his way.

"What's wrong, Hayama-kun?"

Even when facing Haruhi, with whom he had never interacted before, Hayama still wore the same bright smile as always.

"We're all classmates from the same school, Kasuga-kun, why get angry and bully a girl?"

"I didn't mean to bully her. I just wanted to argue with the beautiful Queen Miura about what fairness means."

Springtime shook her head innocently.

"Still don't believe me? How about this, Hayama-kun, you have Miura-kun and I have a fighting match. The winner can share the right to use this tennis court with Totsuka-kun, how about that?"

As soon as Chunri uttered these words, the tennis court erupted in a clamor.