Uneasy daily life

The twenty formidable players of the tennis club had already gathered on the playground. The atmosphere was somewhat tense and silent, largely due to the argument between Mamoru Ishida and the tennis club captain a couple of days ago, as well as the formidable opponent they would face next... Twenty players taking turns against one opponent, the chances of losing were very small, and they had already sharpened their skills before the battle, so they were at least a bit sharper. But if they were to be defeated by the opponent five, six, seven, or eight of them, that would be a disgrace.

The audience was small, consisting of three people from the Aid/Service Department, and Shizuka Hiratsuka and Castle Reincarnation.

Snow falls silently beneath the snow, waiting patiently.

"Why hasn't Shiro arrived yet?" Yui Yuigahama asked curiously. "The match was supposed to start at 2 PM... Yuki, do you have his phone number?"

Yukino Yukinoshita shook her head: "No, Hachiman-kun should have one, right?"

"I don't have any either. It's probably about my weekend job." Hachiman Hikigaya shrugged and turned to ask, "Does Hiratsuka-sensei know?"

"Hiss—whoosh... Let me look, it's marked as Stinky Student Number One..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka took out her phone, pressed a few buttons, and then turned on speakerphone. The call was answered after a few rings.

"Azusagawa, can I borrow your Red Hare? I promise to return it in perfect condition this afternoon—is that you, Hiratsuka-sensei? Don't worry! I'll arrive at the agreed time; the bike ride along the way will be a good warm-up!"

I am not Lü Bu.

[A fleeting shadow, half a lifetime gone—]

[It's not Dong Zhuo, go back to your White Gate Tower.]

[Hahaha! Hulao Pass is just ahead!]

A few words could be heard from the white-clad figure chatting with a boy before the phone went dead, suggesting they had set off.

About twenty minutes later, Bai Ying stepped into the designated tennis court.

The tennis club members stared intently at him with hostility.

This person was over 1.7 meters tall, with a slender build, level shoulders, a handsome face like a spring breeze, yet with a hint of autumnal sternness, raised eyebrows with a disdainful arrogance, a pair of handsome eyes with clear black and white, a straight nose, and a slightly arrogant smile at the corner of his mouth.

Her hair was layered and looked messy at first glance. She wore a white T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black sneakers, and a tennis racket in her hand. She was swaggering over.

This was the first time the rest of the tennis club had seen this guy who wanted to steal funding, to the point that he had to undergo a week of hellish training.

The few girls whispered among themselves, their displeasure lessening slightly, while the boys exchanged glances, their faces showing even more displeasure.

"Bai Ying, you..."

The tennis minister has taken a step forward.

"On the battlefield, there is no need for further words."

A white figure stepped onto one side of the field: "Only victory matters, there is no friendship!"

Yukino Yukinoshita announced, "One match per person, a best-of-seven series!"

The tennis club president wanted to say something, but swallowed his words.

Using the standard best-of-three format is shameless; in that case, there's no difference between winning and losing.

In a best-of-three singles match, it means that even if Bai Ying wins all her matches and shuts out her opponents, she would still need 24 points to defeat one person. To defeat 20 people, she would need 480 points. Putting aside everything else, the time involved would be far too long.

The tiebreaker format used in tie-breaks is different—one point equals one point, and the first player to reach seven points wins. If the score is 6-6, the match continues until one side takes a two-point lead.

No matter how strong the opponent is, it would take at least 140 shots to beat 20 people. Human stamina has its limits, and it's impossible to maintain peak performance all the time. Not to mention that the serving side has a significant advantage in tennis, and playing against the opponent's serve will inevitably consume more energy...

"I'd like to trouble Hiratsuka-sensei to be the referee."

"Okay! But don't embarrass yourself too much!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka took a ball from the tennis basket and casually tossed it to Shiro.

Bai Ying squeezed the tennis ball in his hand, then flicked his racket, pointing it at the tennis club members.

"Who dares to step forward and fight me!"

With a shout, it was as if troops were being arrayed and horns were being sounded.

The Dragon of Echigo, renowned as a military genius, sat in the central army, gazing at Lü Bu, who was straddling Red Hare and brandishing his halberd in provocation. After a moment's thought, he devised a plan.

Let's send someone to test the waters!

The military genius raised his hand, and his orders were obeyed without question.

A female warrior charged out on horseback, spear in hand, and shouted, "Handsome guy! Interested in exchanging emails..."

Before she could finish speaking, the female general was sent flying by a single halberd strike.

"So noisy!"

Lu Bu loudly challenged him to a duel: "Who else?!"

If you remove the time spent retrieving the ball, it only took one minute to give the opponent a 7-0 lead... The physical differences between men and women are no longer enough to explain this gap; it's simply that Bai Jun has demonstrated his physical prowess through tennis.

Yukino Yukino's thoughts raced. At this moment, Shiro-kun was in full force and had plenty of energy. She decided to use the weaker ones to wear him down, especially those few who were unconsciously pressured by his aura and whose mentality was relatively fragile. If she left them for later, their fighting spirit would only weaken. So she decided to use those few slackers!

I've heard that Lü Bu is fond of beautiful women, so let me test him further...

The war god frowned slightly and issued three orders in quick succession.

Three female generals charged out one after another, mustering their courage to face Lü Bu head-on.

With a single swing of the halberd, he sent one man flying, the shaft of the halberd smashing down another, and with a final, sweeping motion, he killed yet another.

Each move was stronger than the last!

"I'm going to scatter you women! I'm going to scatter you all!"

"Women will only slow down my halberd-wielding speed!"

"From this day forward! I will abstain from Diao Chan!!"

The legendary Lü Bu—had actually given up beautiful women?!

The military genius was shocked and quickly re-analyzed the situation.

Damn it! I couldn't help but get a little excited when I saw several pairs of hands that were six out of ten. Luckily, all those years of hard training haven't been in vain! It's true that the more you fight against yourself, the more extraordinary your performance becomes!

Bai Ying breathed a sigh of relief, his energy plentiful as he awaited his next opponent. Whether it was due to exceptional talent or some change brought about by reincarnation, his physical attributes were indeed quite remarkable, deserving of the description of being so outstanding that he was almost human yet not quite.

For example, with conscious training and mastery, a person can master a variety of different vocal lines with different details, but it is difficult to fully master multiple aspects, let alone perfectly imitate a person's voice in a short period of time.

Let me show you the power that the leader calls his innate physical body!

"You cowardly wretch! Come forward and meet your death!"

Wen Hou rode his horse, brandishing his halberd, and shouted provocatively. He was a powerful man who had already seen through the allure of a beautiful woman!

The generals were enraged, and the God of War, sitting in his tent, selected one of them to fight.

She picked up a cup of tea, and had just taken a sip when a soldier rushed in, shouting, "Report! The general has been killed by that Marquis Wen in one move!"

Has this person truly entered the realm of ghosts and gods?!

To the God of War's astonishment, a young general in the hall volunteered to fight. He was a rising star, Totsuka Ayaka.

The war god exclaimed with delight, "Excellent! Our army needs warriors like General Totsuka..."

"No!"

During the banquet, someone shouted, "That Marquis Wen has reached a superhuman level! Today, his momentum is at its peak! General Totsuka may not be a match for him..."

The war god asked, "Who are you?!"

The other party replied, "I am Hikigaya, a horse archer..."

"On the battlefield, how dare an unknown soldier undermine our morale? Drag him out and chop him into mincemeat, and make sure there's not a single bit of his flesh on it!"

The war god gave the order, and Yuihama's attendant dragged away the wailing and pleading soldier, Hikigaya.

"General! Please have some hot tea..."

"Put down the hot tea, I'll be right back."

Totsuka Ayaka is in action.

Before long, the soldiers reported again: "It's terrible! General Totsuka has been killed by Marquis On in two moves!"

The war god was shaken, and the hot tea in his hand was still warm.

This guy……

"Bai Jun's aura is quite different today..."

Yukino handed the warm sports drink to Totsuka Saika, looking at the white figure who was dominating the field with a serious expression—no one had been able to snatch a single point from him yet, all of them were completely wiped out with a 7-0 score.

One after another, the battles ended in humiliating 7-0 scores, like a slaughterhouse on an assembly line. The few times there were any real back-and-forth exchanges were merely sit-ups on a dying chopping board.

The initially relaxed atmosphere in the tennis club gradually became tense, even hard as if it were made of cement. The members who volunteered to play even adopted a nonchalant attitude of "the sooner the better."

Why is it?

Is this Bai Jun's aloof and domineering nature?

The little bit of spirit they had managed to muster during the training camp was completely crushed without mercy.

Could it be that they want the tennis club to be rebuilt without destruction?

This is the kind of behavior that will leave a lifelong shadow on the tennis club!

"Who's next?! Get up here now!"

The white figure, having just killed another person, shouted, "I have to go back to my night shift! Hurry up! Being late will result in a deduction from my pay!"

...The reason is simple and unpretentious, yet incredibly powerful.

After a moment's thought, the military genius devised a desperate plan to suppress the last trump card and then launch a full-scale attack to encircle and kill the enemy head-on!

Those who are utterly domineering are also utterly valiant—even if you are a reincarnation of a god or demon! A mighty army will still send you back to the underworld!

The saying goes, "An army fighting with a desperate mentality is bound to win." Perhaps by fighting with the mindset that you can't win, you might just be able to win!

However, the God of War still underestimated Lü Bu's power.

The battlefield was no longer a battlefield; it had transformed into a towering natural barrier that nearly blocked the path of the heroes.

The ghost god truly possessed unparalleled prowess; even the best generals and the worst could not withstand more than seven moves from him.

The military genius had run out of ideas and could only gamble the outcome on the two remaining fierce generals, but it was hard to say whether they would be Yan Liang and Wen Chou, or Guan Yu and Zhang Fei.

"See that? The gap was enormous, and he covered it in just seven days—that's genius."

The movement techniques of the people in the first and second videos have changed significantly.

The difference in movement and technique between the second video and the person on the field at this moment is even greater.

The tennis club president's tone was neither sad nor happy, suggesting a detached and worldly-wise attitude.

When the opponent defeats ten or even five players, the meaning of the match changes. It changes from proving that the tennis club has strength to proving that the tennis club is not so incompetent.

He was once a passionate tennis enthusiast who believed that as long as he worked hard, he could win cheers and praise. He fantasized that at least part of his life would be connected with tennis, and with a bit of luck, he might even be able to leave his mark.

In a competition, who doesn't want to win?

For every winner, there are ninety-nine losers.

Before experiencing setbacks, everyone feels that they are special.

Mamoru Ishida frowned and remained silent. They had argued about this issue several times in the past few days... This guy still didn't understand and was still getting stuck on that pointless nitpicking.

"I really envy your talent..."

The tennis club president walked onto the tennis court and said with more sincerity, "If you join the tennis club, you can win some honors that Soubu High School has never won before."

"I need to get back to work; I haven't even paid next month's rent yet."

Bai Ying squeezed the tennis ball in her hand.

"Join the tennis club; some tournaments offer prize money, so solving your problem shouldn't be too difficult."

"I have no interest in that kind of thing—hey! Prepare to die!"

Weapons clashed, and the opponent was a passable half-capable person, but had long lost the courage to question his own conscience.

This person ultimately failed to attain the state of transcendence; he merely evaded it due to confusion.

The godlike Lü Bu slew him in a few moves, yet remained unharmed.

Fangtian Huaji pointed at the last person blocking the way for the God of War, his voice slightly weary, but his momentum growing stronger: "Now it's just you left! Ishida Mamoru!"

Ishida Mamoru clenched his fist and stepped forward, past the tennis club captain, and said in a deep voice, "I may give up tennis, but not now. Even if I give up tennis, I will believe in the passion of others. I hope that my future self will not think that my present is so sad."