I am only one world away from Yukinoshita.

Kiyoshi sat down next to her and took a sip of water from his glass.

"By the way, Tachibana-san doesn't seem to be struggling at all."

“Just call me Kiyoyori,” Kiyoyori’s friendliness towards Kyouzen stemmed entirely from Reina’s affection for her, though she didn’t know what Reina saw in him. “Because I’ve always had the habit of working out.”

"Ah," seemingly a little unaccustomed to Kiyori's sudden friendliness, "then please call me Kumiko."

An awkward, suffocating tension spread between the two.

Someone come quick! Anyone will do! Come break this awkward silence!

Huang Qian shouted in his heart.

"How's it going with Reina?"

"Huh?" I didn't expect the other person to bring this up. "There's been progress... or maybe not."

Huang Qian recalled the embarrassing things he had said to Gao Saka a couple of days ago, and without paying attention to Gao Saka's reaction, he turned and ran away.

"I want to die..."

"Rena is surprisingly a bit tsundere, well, only a little bit. I often have to guess what she's thinking, and her way of thinking is a bit different from that of ordinary girls."

Qinglai slowly took a sip of mineral water.

"Huh? What kind of troublesome, silly couple relationship is that?"

Qinglai glanced silently at Huang Qian beside him.

"Ah—!" Realizing he had spoken out of turn again, Huang Qian immediately covered his mouth.

"Huang Qian, you... could it be..." Kiyoyori bit the inside of his lip hard to prevent himself from laughing, "...that you have some unusual thoughts about Reina?"

"Huh?!" Huang Qian's expression immediately became quite varied. She frantically waved her arms, "No, no, no! How, how could this be? I, I, I—"

This made Kiyoshi even more curious.

"I... I just think that Kosaka-san plays the trumpet exceptionally well, is very beautiful, and has a great figure..." When talking about her figure, Huang Qian's eyes seemed a little unfocused for some reason.

She suddenly remembered that Reina Kousaka had been standing next to her this morning during her physical exam, measuring her bust size.

A truly magnificent view...

Completely different from myself.

Kiyoshi glanced at Huang Qian, whose face was still flushed, with a strange look.

It seems to have some merit?

Kiyoshi gave a cryptic smile.

"Hey! Look over there! Isn't that a tennis court?"

Kato Hazuki's appearance saved Kōzen from almost crying because of Kiyō's stare, while Kiyō headed towards the tennis court surrounded by a crowd not far away.

What happened there?

"I don't know, but it seems like there are two groups of people going to have a competition or something," Kato Hazuki shared her information.

"It's said that one of them is the school heartthrob of Soubu High School—Senior Hayama!"

"Yayama?"

Huang Qian, who paid no attention to school gossip, looked puzzled.

Just as Kiyoshi was about to stand up and continue training, his keen eyes spotted a graceful figure walking towards the tennis court, her white sports skirt fluttering in the wind.

is her……

P.S.: Kumiko really exudes mature charm. The countdown to sweetness begins.

Chapter 11, Section 68: Actually, it's all because Yukinoshita-senpai is too beautiful.

"Tachibana-san?"

Kato Hazuki noticed Kiyoyori staring intently at the tennis court.

"Excuse me, could you two please take a look at my oboe?"

Huang Qian, completely bewildered, took the valuable oboe from Qing Lai's hands as if it were a gold bar.

"What are you trying to do...?"

Kiyoyori stood up, casually brushing the dust off his backside. "Since it's self-study, I can leave early once in a while, right? If I'm not back by the time the club's practice is over, then please give my oboe to Reina. Thank you."

She unzipped her coat, casually brushed it aside, and the hem fluttered in the wind. Then she took off the coat and tossed it lightly, revealing her healthy skin tone and well-defined arms in the sunlight, which added a touch of heroic spirit to her.

Kiyoshi pushed through the crowd and walked inside. There seemed to be more and more people gathered outside the stadium, mainly first-year and third-year students, while the main characters were all second-year students.

Looks like they're planning to play doubles?

Kiyoshi immediately spotted the girl who had just walked onto the stage, seemingly to replace the pink-haired girl with a bun hairstyle.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the two people in the same half of the field as the famous Yukino Yukinoshita were faces that Kiyoyori had seen before.

Such a coincidence?

As the match was about to begin, Kiyora's body acted faster than her mind; for some reason, only one sentence kept running through her head:

go up.

"Hmph, are you ready to get beaten up?"

A tall girl with long, wavy blonde hair across the way sneered and looked at Yukino and her partner, the boy who had been hit by the car, with eyes that seemed to regard them as ants.

"Isn't this a bad idea?"

Kiyoshi stepped forward from the crowd, wearing a red tracksuit that represented first-year students.

A noisy discussion immediately arose from the crowd.

"Huh? Who are you? Unauthorized personnel shouldn't come in unauthorizedly. What if someone gets hurt?"

The blonde girl's way of speaking was a bit awkward.

“No, I just think it’s a bit unfair,” Kiyotaka said with a friendly smile. “This senior was injured in a car accident a month ago and fractured his leg. They say it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, and he was barely able to return to school. Now he’s doing such strenuous exercise. If the fracture site is injured again, there’s no one here who can take responsibility.”

"Is that so? Penguin, why didn't you say so earlier?" Hayama walked from the diagonal to the net with a worried look. "In that case, why not just—"

“How about this,” Kiyoyori suddenly interrupted Hayama, “I’ll take his place, Hikigaya-senpai.”

Hikigaya showed a momentary look of surprise, while Yukinoshita's expression seemed to ask, "How do you know his name?"

"Hey you over there, that guy with the gold drill hair, is this alright?"

The blond senior looked like someone who was easily provoked, and Kiyora deliberately put on a smug smile.

"Huh?! You first-year student, don't be so arrogant!!"

“That’s not right. We have one boy and one girl, but you only have two girls.” Ye Shan gestured for the girls behind him to be quiet. He seemed to realize that if things continued this way, even if they won, they would be accused of bullying. “Let’s just leave it at that. We can each use half of the court.”

"Don't worry, I'm at least better than this guy who has hardly any muscle and looks like he doesn't exercise much."

"is it?"

Hayama glanced at Miura Yumiko, who looked like she was about to erupt like a volcano behind him, and said, "Then we won't stand on ceremony."

Please make yourself at home.

Kiyoyori smiled. "Could you please get my coat for me, Hikigaya-senpai?"

Kiyoyori took the tennis racket from Hikigaya and handed his clothes to him.

"Oh, oh..." Hachiman instinctively took the red coat that still carried a girlish scent. "You're not really planning to..."

"Tachibana-san," the clear female voice beside him made Kiyoyori momentarily think he was in a mountain forest, "what do you want to do?"

"I just happened to see Yukinoshita-senpai, whom I have long admired, and my heart was pounding so much that I couldn't help but walk up to her. Please forgive me, Yukinoshita-senpai."

What they said was absolutely true.

"But please rest assured, senior, my skills are excellent and I won't trouble you."

Yukinoshita narrowed her eyes unhappily. "Is that so? Then let's wait and see."

Kiyoshi smiled with pleasure.

Since it was their first collaboration, Kiyoyori and Yukinoshita devised a simple division of labor between the left and right halves of the field. The opposing team seemed to have the same strategy, but Kiyoyori predicted that the blonde Miura-senpai would be the first to focus her attacks.

The serve started with Miura, whose target was Kiyoyori, who had just angered her. Kiyoyori's technique was truly astonishing. No matter what kind of attack Miura launched, she could easily deal with it, even with ease. The more relaxed Kiyoyori appeared, the greater the psychological pressure on Miura.

Realizing that Kiyoyori was not simple, Miura began to attack Yukinoshita. Little did he know that Yukinoshita was a monster even more terrifying than Kiyoyori. She not only blocked Miura's attacks, but every return shot was a swift counterattack, catching the underestimating Miura off guard.

As if by prior arrangement, Yukinoshita, in coordination with Kiyoyori, relentlessly pursued the area under Miura's jurisdiction. When Miura's steps began to become heavy, Hayama could only stand on his own ground as a spectator "on the scene".

Miura simply couldn't withstand Kiyoyori's almost impenetrable defense and Yukinoshita's fierce attacks on the same day, and the proud Miura wouldn't allow herself to be the first to give in, so she could only grit her teeth and continue.

The score is in the lead by an overwhelming margin.

During a break, Kiyoyori glanced at Yukinoshita. Yukinoshita's breathing became rapid and somewhat disordered, and her steps became heavy.

Is it nearing its limit?

We're just two goals away from winning.

Miura, having noticed something amiss with Yukinoshita, began to retaliate, and Hayama, too, took action.

"Yukinoshita-senpai, please stand still," Kiyoyori swiftly ran from his half of the court to Yukinoshita's side, catching the ball that was flying towards him. "Please leave the rest to me."

Looking at the figure in front of her, Yukinoshita subconsciously felt that the other person was reliable.

A counterattack should only begin after others mistakenly believe they understand your full strength; complacency is a major taboo.

Qinglai curled his lips into a smile.

Realizing that Yukinoshita was out of energy, Miura began to scatter the ball to the two corners of the court. Just when she thought she could win, Kiyoyori changed his previous defensive stance, went to the net and smashed the ball, scoring directly.

"There's one last ball left."

Kiyoyori caught the tennis ball thrown by Totsuka. If he could score a point with this serve, the match would be over.

Kiyoshi tossed the ball slightly forward and upward, then took a running start and jumped. His powerful arm, carrying the tennis racket, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and the tennis ball reached the opponent's half of the court in the blink of an eye. Hayama and Miura didn't even have time to react.