Tokyo: Becoming the Perfect Male God Starting with a Rented Boyfriend.

"Can I try?"

It's Miyazawa Itsuki.

……

The news that Miyazawa Itsuki was going to play surprised his two friends.

"Miyazawa, there's no need for that. If we went up there, we'd only get bullied."

"It might hurt a lot, basketball."

Miyazawa Itsuki smiled.

"It's okay, I'm just going to make up the numbers. The real fighting isn't my business."

He discussed his intention to play with Sato He, and under Sato He's suspicious gaze, he performed a few simple dribbling moves of moderate difficulty.

Sato He's eyes lit up.

"Miyazawa... no, Itsuki, I didn't expect you to have this trick up your sleeve."

He patted Miyazawa Itsuki on the shoulder hard, "If you had told me you could play, we could have practiced together."

"There's no fun in playing with those two. Only a real competition is interesting."

Miyazawa ignored his offer of help and gave him a brief, perfunctory reply.

After halftime, he stood inside the penalty area.

My gaze drifted slightly into the distance. Naomi was holding a volleyball, lost in thought, while Tsukimi Sakuna, surrounded by her female companions, didn't notice what was happening here.

It's good that no one noticed, otherwise Her Highness would definitely be angry if she found out that I was exercising while injured.

Although he hadn't expected to be in the same PE class as Tsukimi Sakuna, he still had to keep up the act.

Otherwise, it would be really hard to explain the highly similar injuries I had.

The whistle blew.

The players on both sides began to move.

Miyazawa moved slightly to the sidelines.

The ball moved among the crowd.

Soon, Sato found an opportunity and won possession of the ball.

However, he was closely marked by the top players in Group A, preventing him from getting close to the backboard.

"Hey, tree, catch!"

Sato He shouted, throwing the ball in an arc that landed above Miyazawa Itsuki.

Several tall, strong men nearby tried to stop him.

But Miyazawa Itsuki simply shifted his body slightly, broke through the encirclement, and easily took the hit.

Then, with a high toss, the ball was sent out before it even had a moment to rest in my hand.

It drew a beautiful arc over everyone's heads.

Two-point shot.

The whistle blew. Miyazawa Itsuki scored.

"Wow, this tree is amazing!"

"Just lucky."

Sato He was thrilled; he never expected to actually find such a treasure.

Both have the surname Miyazawa, but this one is much more pleasing to the eye than the one from yesterday.

Miyazawa Itsuki received enthusiastic congratulations from the boys in his class. The commotion was so great that even Asahina Omi noticed and showed a slightly surprised expression.

The game then continued.

Miyazawa Itsuki's previous positive performance quickly made him a key figure, and he also enjoyed being watched closely by others.

But that suited him perfectly.

Ownership of the ball changes hands intensely on the field.

During the match, Group A scored another point.

"Don't rush to shoot when you get the ball, let the tree try it first."

Sato He is correcting his teammates' decisions.

The boys nodded vigorously.

The match resumed, and the players in Group C fought desperately for possession of the ball.

Finally, once again, a boy named Fukuda got the ball.

After glancing hastily between Miyazawa Itsuki and Sato He, he passed the ball to Miyazawa Itsuki, who was closer.

"Stop him!"

Miyazawa dribbled past two players with a spin move.

It quickly approached the basket.

In a moment of desperation, the players in Group A tried to intercept the ball. Miyazawa jumped, and they jumped as well.

"Hey, isn't that too dangerous?"

Sato He shouted from behind.

Miyazawa Itsuki revealed a barely perceptible smile.

The ball slipped from my hands, touched the rim, rolled around the rim twice, but didn't go in.

This was within his expectations.

Another goal would be too conspicuous.

I felt pain in my ankle as I jumped.

A player from Group A collided with him in mid-air.

Miyazawa Itsuki pretended to be knocked to the ground.

"Are you alright, Miyazawa?"

Teammates rushed over to check on the situation.

Miyazawa Itsuki clutched his right foot, his face convincingly showing a pained expression.

It wasn't entirely a disguise; the jump really hurt.

I think I... twisted my ankle.

Both teams' players stopped what they were doing and quickly surrounded the area.

Several teammates were sending messages to the sidelines about the break.

"There are people injured!"

The sound was so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire stadium.

Who is injured?

"It seems to be called... Miyazawa Itsuki."

The name resounded throughout the venue.

Upon hearing the sound, Tsukimi Sakuna and Asahina Oomi turned their heads at the same time.

Chapter 47 A Young Girl's Thoughts

Upon hearing that familiar name, Tsukimi Sakura instinctively stood up.

"Hey, what's wrong, Sakura?"

The girl next to her, not understanding what was going on, followed her gaze.

"Oh, it seems the boys in Group C got hurt." The girl puffed out her cheeks. "Those boys are really something. It's just PE class, why would they hurt their classmates?"

Tsukimi Sakura's amber pupils trembled slightly.

Is that Miyazawa-kun?

She must have heard correctly.

You absolutely did not mishear.

Miyazawa Itsuki was injured during a basketball game.

But why is Miyazawa so active on the basketball court?

I was checked yesterday and warned that I shouldn't do any sports activities.

Her Highness's gaze swept across the stadium and landed on the boy sitting with his legs crossed among the crowd.

The boy looked pained, and the people around him talked loudly about him.

"..."

My feet started moving without my noticing.

"Huh, Sakura?"

Behind it all were the confused cries of friends.

Tsukimi Sakura paused, regaining her senses.

Ah, what are you doing?

A voice inside her was questioning her.

Of course I'm going to see Miyazawa-kun; he needs me.

You have no right to do this. You were the one who said we shouldn't get involved with anything at school.

but……

Without me, Miyazawa-kun would definitely be in a difficult position.

He had no friends at school, and no one to take care of him; he was all alone...

She tried her best to explain herself.

But at that moment...

……what?

She noticed that someone had acted before her.

It was a striking blonde.

Asahina hurried over and arrived at the court.

The crowd automatically made way for the beautiful girl.

She saw Miyazawa Itsuki sitting on the ground.

Although he tried to keep his face normal, his brows were furrowed, clearly indicating that he was in excruciating pain.

Tanaka Takato, who was standing nearby, was still asking him worriedly, "Miyazawa, are you alright? Do you need me to help you to a chair?" Meanwhile, Sato He was arguing with the players from Group A.

"Hey, what are you guys doing? This is a friendly match, not a district qualifier! You've injured all the students in our class?!"

"I'm so sorry, I was too hasty and I didn't stop myself."

The boy who hit the person looked distressed and apologized repeatedly.

"How are you, Miyazawa-kun!"

Naomi Asahina crouched down, her eyes filled with genuine concern.

Miyazawa looked at her and shook his head.

"It was just a slight twist, nothing serious."

"Can you still stand up?"