"Eh?"
Hayato Hayama frowned slightly.
"Classmate Yexing, do you want to compete with the two of us alone? This is too..."
"Who said I'm alone?"
Yexing looked at the three girls, Yukinoshita Yukino, Yuigahama Yui, and Amano Haruna, standing on the sidelines, and finally his eyes stopped on Yuigahama Yui.
"Yui, come on."
Yuigahama Yui looked surprised and hesitated.
"Eh? Me?"
"of course."
Yexing looked at Yuigahama Yui and smiled.
"I need you."
These four simple words made Yuigahama Yui's brain go blank, as if she was in an illusion. When she came to her senses, she found herself standing next to Yexing with a tennis racket in her hand.
"OK, let's get started."
Yumiko Miura looked at the way Yuigahama Yui held the racket and her standing posture, and couldn't help feeling a little contempt.
It is obvious that the other party is an amateur.
Look at how Ye Xing holds the racket...it looks handsome, but not professional.
We will definitely win this game.
After winning, he took the initiative to propose to play tennis with the opponent, giving Ye Xing a way out.
That way... isn't it done?
"Serve."
Yumiko Miura threw the tennis ball in her hand into the air and served the ball with an extremely professional posture.
Before Yuigahama Yui could see clearly, the tennis ball flying in the air suddenly made a loud bang next to her ears.
"boom!"
Next came the muffled sound of the tennis court guardrail being hit.
Yumiko Miura and Hayato Hayama didn't see clearly how the ball was hit back.
The two could only feel a light breeze like a passing train blowing past them.
"1...15 to 0!"
Ayaka Totsuka raised her left hand, signaling that Yumiko Miura and Hayato Hayama had scored first.
Then he looked at Ye Xing at the other end of the field and gave a reminder.
"Um...Yehsing-san, when the opponent serves the ball, you can only hit it back after it bounces off the ground."
In response to Totsuka Ayaka's reminder, Ye Xing just said lightly.
"I know."
"Hey, why do you..."
"I never thought of winning by score."
At this time, Hayato Hayama and Yumiko Miura heard the exclamations of their friends behind them.
When the two turned around, they were stunned by the scene in front of them.
The tennis ball just hit by Night Star...
It actually got stuck into the gap in the wire fence!
This can get stuck...
How terrifying was the force that hit the ball?
When the two were shocked, Ye Xing's calm voice came.
"Are you ready?"
“This is just the beginning.”
"Every ball from now on, I will aim for your body."
“Be prepared to die and compete with me and Yui.”
146 Miura Yumiko's weakness, Totsuka Ayaka's request completed
"Are you...are you kidding me..."
Yumiko Miura clenched the tennis racket in her hand, and a hint of fear appeared in her eyes.
With the force of the ball just now, if it hit my body, or even my face...
Wouldn’t that result in someone’s death?!
"Yehsing-san."
Hayato Hayama also looked displeased.
"It's just a competition between classmates. Besides, aiming at your opponent's body and hitting him is not in line with sports ethics, right?"
"Sportsmanship?"
Hearing this word, Ye Xing seemed amused and shook his head with a chuckle.
"I'm sorry, I have no morals."
Then, he looked directly at Miura Yumiko and Hayama Hayato opposite him, a smile of madness and inexplicable excitement appeared on his face, and he spoke softly.
"Or, if you are afraid, you can give up the game."
“Are you…are you kidding me!”
Although Yumiko Miura was a little panicked, when she heard the words "give up the game", she couldn't help but grit her teeth and tighten the tennis racket in her hand.
"continue!"
"Miura-san..."
"Stop talking, Ye Shan."
Miura Yumiko frowned, took a deep breath, and spoke in a serious tone.
"This is just a psychological tactic of the other party. Don't be fooled."
Hearing this, Hayato Hayama looked skeptical.
Is it really a psychological tactic?
Judging from Ye Xing's performance...
It seems not...
"Serve."
Yumiko Miura threw the tennis ball into the air and served the ball again with a very standard posture.
"Yui, go catch the ball."
"Eh?"
Hearing what Yexing said, Yuigahama Yui was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded, and after the tennis ball bounced off the ground, she swung her racket and hit it back.
Seeing that Ye Xing did not hit that straight ball with terrifying power again, Miura Yumiko and Hayama Hayato both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ye Shan, don't get in my way!"
Yumiko Miura didn't think about cooperation or tacit understanding between teammates at all. She just hit the ball back which was supposed to be received by Hayato Hayama.
Yuigahama Yui was not to be outdone and swung her racket again, hitting the ball back.
Her expression at this moment was different from her usual silly smile and gentleness, and she seemed very serious.
There was only one thought in Yuigahama Yui's mind.
Classmate Ye Xing said that he is needed now.
Then you must never let the other person down.
Yumiko Miura and Yuigahama Yui were going back and forth, neither of them giving in. It no longer seemed like a mixed doubles match, but rather a one-on-one duel in women's tennis.
"hateful..."
Yumiko Miura clenched her teeth and looked at Yuigahama Yui who refused to give in, feeling even more unbalanced and lost.
All the letters forwarded to Yexing passed through Yuigahama Yui's hands, and hers was no exception.
Although the two were not in the same class, Yumiko Miura really couldn't understand.
Why can a girl like Yuigahama Yui, who is only good-looking but has no opinion of her own and can even be said to be silly, join Yexing's club?
As the center of the class, the leader of the girls' group, and someone who had many suitors in school, the letter I asked them to pass on seemed to have fallen on deaf ears and I received no response?
Is it possible...
In the eyes of classmate Yohoshi, am I not as good as Yuigahama Yui?
Thinking of this, Yumiko Miura found it even more unacceptable.
As the two sides fought back and forth in a stalemate...
"boom!!!"
A sharp sonic boom sounded in the air.
In Miura Yumiko's field of vision, she could only see a shadow.
"call."
The shadow passed by her face, and the wind it caused even blew up her long hair.
"boom!"
The first sound was the sound of Ye Xing's racket hitting the tennis ball.
The second sound was the sound of the tennis ball being embedded in the wire fence.
Yumiko Miura wanted to turn around and take a look at the scene behind her.
But it was only then that her brain finally reacted.
The feeling of surviving a brush with death made her body out of control. Her legs trembled slightly and her expression was frozen.
"3...30 to 0!"
Exactly the same as before.
The tennis ball hit by Ye Xing did not touch the other side at all, but just brushed straight past Miura Yumiko's face.
This of course counts as the opponent's score.
But Yumiko Miura was not happy at all.
"Sorry, missed."
Ye Xing looked down at the tennis racket in his hand, which had a broken face, and casually threw it aside, then picked up another one from the sidelines.
He looked at Miura Yumiko with a kind smile on his face.
"Don't worry, I won't miss the target next time."
"me..."
Miura Yumiko's pupils shrank in shock.
Missed?
Meaning, it was originally aimed at my face?
Yumiko Miura turned her head with difficulty and took a look.
The tennis ball just now was embedded right next to the first tennis ball.
