The all-powerful middle schooler

Now, he feels that this game has become torture.

"Hasegawa wins this game, 5-0!"

The referee ruthlessly waved his flag away, and another game ended.

……

Guys, does anyone know this?

Just now, Hasegawa used the move he mentioned, called "The Limit of Talent Flourishing," which he said predicted would score in three points.

One ball would have been enough, why use three?

He really made me cry to death.

He then explained that this was one of the three gates of the selfless realm, the limit of being tempered a thousand times, capable of double retaliation, and the ultimate limit of being perfectly invincible.

However, because I am not strong enough, I cannot let him use it.

If what he said is true, then I should thank him for not going all out and killing me on the court.

……

"You're not even close yet."

Not far away, Izumi Hasegawa maintained her swing and hit the last ball. After saying those words, she walked towards the rest area on the other side without looking back.

Without even looking, I already knew the outcome of this game.

“Arigato, Hasegawa-san.”

"Because of you, I've come to realize just how vast this world is!"

As his physical strength reached its limit, Kentaro Kawamura's vision gradually blurred. With each blink of his eyes, only that imposing figure remained, lingering in his mind, seemingly so far away.

"thump."

He fell to the ground.

"Match ended, Hasegawa won the match with a score of 6-0!"

The referee, somewhat numb, delivered the final verdict.

Because this match was completely uneventful, Kawamura, as the captain of the tennis club, had no chance to fight back.

This was truly the darkest day for the tennis club!

However, he soon realized just how talented a tennis player must be to defeat Kawamura so easily.

If we can get an invitation...

So he quickly caught up with her, extending his hand in a sincere invitation: "Hasegawa-kun, you are the man who can shoulder the responsibility of tennis in Japan! Please join our club! We will definitely make you the best tennis star!"

"Oh, thank you, but I'm not interested... Also, I'm in a hurry, so I won't chat any longer."

Hasegawa Izumi walked past the other person expressionlessly, tossing the tennis racket in her hand to its original owner.

Now, the game is over.

All he could think about were the half-price potato chips at the supermarket near his home.

25 Dirty Players

"Izumi, thanks to you, our Far East Magic Society has won another victory! From now on, those guys can finally feel the pressure we're putting on them! The moment when our Far East Magic Society reaches the top is not far away!"

As he walked back, Rikka Takanashi approached him, talking and making a fist gesture as she imagined the future.

"The plan is proceeding smoothly as expected."

Hanase Izumi nodded.

After all, he was only facing ordinary people with some talent, so it was only natural that he would beat them. Perhaps he would feel a sense of accomplishment if he faced opponents from the underworld.

"Izumi-chan has become even more famous, and she's gained so many more fans. I feel like I can finally hold my head high in class, hehe..."

Fujiwara Chika also came over and stood on the other side, speaking in close proximity.

"The peak breeds false supporters, the twilight witnesses true believers... It doesn't matter at all, let it be."

This might be something a young girl worries about, but he doesn't actually care; on the contrary, he sees things very clearly.

"Izumi-chan's answers are always so cool~"

Fujiwara Chika leaned forward slightly, looking at the face that had regained its coldness, and said with a smile.

"The atmosphere is really good, those people."

Not far away, Eriri secretly observed this scene, biting her lip.

"Izumi, how could she be getting along so well with some random guy behind my back!"

Her eyes were practically spitting fire.

"Sawamura-kun, it's time to wrap up!"

A member of the painting department spoke up from the side.

"Okay...okay, I understand."

Eriri turned her head and gave another bright smile.

"Hostile."

Stepping off the tennis court, Izumi Hasegawa suddenly felt a prickling sensation on her back. Turning around, she saw several members of the newspaper club approaching her.

The usual post-victory interview segment.

"Excuse me, Hasegawa-kun, what's the explanation for the 'moves' you displayed in the match?"

He responded briefly and provided a reasonable explanation of the principles behind tennis tricks.

For example, how to hit a topspin serve or a wavy serve, which can be considered a way of giving back to the tennis club for the painful blow they suffered in this match.

"So, who is the next challenger?"

Asahi Shizuku suppressed a smile.

"Football Department".

He gave the answer based on his previous assessment.

"As for this trash-talking segment..."

His expression suddenly turned extremely cold.

"Let them wash their necks and wait!"

……

They bid farewell to both Chika and Rikka.

After leaving the tram station, Izumi Hasegawa hurried to a nearby supermarket.

After buying the remaining half-price potato chips and soda, I also prepared the ingredients for the next few days.

As the saying goes, only those in charge of a household know the true cost of firewood and rice.

Since he took control of the household, he has also started to be more frugal.

After all, his family wasn't rich, so he had to be careful with his allowance; otherwise, he wouldn't have enough to buy games, novels, and the like.

"Seriously, it's so easy to make money in the world of anime and manga."

When he got home, he looked at the series of figurines on his bookshelf and couldn't help but complain a bit.

Shuchiin High School.

The results of yesterday's challenge quickly spread throughout the school thanks to the widespread use of the internet.

Almost no one could question Hasegawa Izumi's performance in the duel, which instantly earned him a large following in Shuchiin, propelling his personal prestige to its peak and making him the most popular man in the world.

When Izumi Hasegawa stepped into the school, she clearly noticed that everyone's gaze towards her had changed.

It's no longer arrogance, disdain, or condescension; it's more about envy, jealousy, and admiration.

He has successfully transformed his reputation from negative to positive.

However, he was not satisfied.

"Sage, you seem a bit unhappy today. Could it be... that the Bureau launched an attack on you?"

Rokka looks alert, observing its surroundings.

Even if the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them!

While they're making such a big fuss, they naturally have contingency plans in place.

The enemy won't let their power grow!

"No, what I find strange is why, even after I've gone to such lengths, no one has volunteered? Are they still observing?"

With one hand resting on her chin, Izumi Hasegawa closed her eyes in deep thought.

"Isn't the prestige gained from defeating the Go and Tennis clubs enough?"

Rikka, the little bird, also pondered along with the others.

The student sitting in front overheard the conversation behind and couldn't help but chuckle.

Is it possible that people simply don't want to join in and become 'chuunibyou' (a person with delusions of grandeur)?

This has nothing to do with personal ability; I don't want to be treated like an idiot!

……

After finishing my lunch, it's time for my lunch break.

"Izumi-chan, let's play a new game today! I'm sure I can beat you this time!"

Fujiwara Chika walked happily to his seat.

Deep in the girl's eyes, Hasegawa Izumi saw a familiar competitive spirit.

"Then come on."

He nodded in response, as agreed beforehand.

"etc……!"

A slender arm stood between the two.

"Takanashi-kun, why are you stopping us? Do you want to play 'Joker' too?"

Fujiwara Chika turned her head and asked curiously.

"If you want to challenge a sage, you'll have to defeat me first!"

Rikka Takanashi covered her blindfold with one hand and said with a cool look in her eyes.

"Alright, then I'll defeat you first! Then I'll defeat Izumi-chan!"

Fujiwara Chika readily agreed, showing no sign of fear.

She's currently riding high on momentum and seems absolutely certain of victory.

Izumi Hasegawa temporarily lent the chair to Chika so that she and Rikka could fight using the student desk as a boundary.

Both players have a total of 53 playing cards. They take turns drawing cards, and having two of the same card cancels each other out. The player who only has the Joker left in their hand is the loser.

"It looks like a game of luck. As long as I don't give myself away with my expression when the card is drawn... Is Chika trying to gamble with my luck?"

Hasegawa Izumi, who was watching the game, was deep in thought.

But he always felt it wouldn't be that simple, after all, it was Qianhua!

Before long, Fujiwara Chika and Rikka drew cards until they each had only two or three cards left in their hands.

This move could be said to determine the outcome of the game.

Which one is it?

Fujiwara Chika's smile took on a sinister edge as her right hand touched Rikka's three cards in sequence, seemingly observing Rikka's expression before taking action.

"This is it...!"

At that moment, Rikka Takanashi's expression changed noticeably, and then Chika drew that card.