I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 105 No one can help! (Second update, please vote~)

"Where is Tsukino-kun? I came here before I even finished my makeup, don't lie to me!"

"I'm not saying this to be mean, but what's so interesting about a friendly match of this level? It's better to watch Real Madrid overturn Arsenal."

"Flipping over is nonsense, we Arsenal are invincible!"

"How many Champions League titles does Arsenal have?!"

"Can you please stop making noise? You're interrupting my viewing of Tsukino-kun!"

Zhao Ri Private High School boasts excellent and comprehensive infrastructure. Its dedicated basketball courts are a given, and the school is frequently chosen as the venue for national youth basketball tournaments.

And the football stadium, which seems to have a more established history, goes without saying. Although it's artificial turf, it's of a high standard. The goalposts and nets aren't dilapidated or neglected.

The penalty area, center circle line, and sidelines on the grass are clearly marked.

I don't know where Suzuki, who is the sports committee member and one of the initiators of this friendly match between classes, got them from, but he managed to get eleven jerseys with numbers marked on them. As for the shoes, they were much more sloppy, with most of them being his own sneakers.

After all, it was a friendly match that was decided on the spur of the moment, so there wasn't much thorough preparation.

While they were still getting ready in the players' tunnel, Suzuki glanced outside and exclaimed in surprise to Tsukino Gen and Miura Akihiko, who were standing not far away, "Holy crap... Isn't this a friendly match? Why are there so many people?!"

Miura Akihiko also glanced at it, "Did they invite a celebrity? Oh no, my legs are starting to feel weak."

Akihiko Miura is a typical example of someone who bluffs. Despite his many boastful words before the match, his expression clearly changed when he saw the dense crowd of spectators on the sidelines.

Wearing the number 7 white jersey, Gen Tsukino didn't care about those things; he didn't consider himself a key player.

"So what if there are a lot of people? This is a great opportunity for you to show off."

He even made wicked insinuations.

Upon hearing this, Suzuki paused for a moment, while Miura Akihiko's eyes lit up.

"Yeah. With so many girls, how can we let Class 1 steal the spotlight? Listen to me, I'll be the lone striker, you guys keep passing the ball to me!"

"you sure?"

It was just a friendly match, and none of the participants were members of any school soccer teams; only Suzuki was on the school team. So, strategizing was pointless, since they wouldn't understand. Explaining rules like offside was already quite an achievement.

"Please type your trust in the comments, okay?" Akihiko Miura said with high spirits.

Suzuki always felt that although Akihiko Miura had a great presence, he seemed unreliable.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "There are three players on the school team in Class 1. Although two of them aren't key players, they still train regularly and are quite good, so we can't underestimate them. We've specially invited the school team's coach to be the referee this time, so we don't need to worry about fairness. But do you understand the offside rule?"

"Hey, let's not talk about any of that now, come on, everyone, gather together!"

Awakened by Tsukino Gen's words, Miura Akihiko pretended to gather everyone together and then extended his hand.

"What is this for?"

Suzuki asked.

Miura Akihiko said irritably, "Good luck before the match! Putting everything else aside, how can we lose to them in terms of momentum? Put your hands up here!"

Although everyone felt that Akihiko Miura was a little too excited, they still put their hands on top of each other, including Gen Tsukino, even though he felt that this part was meaningless.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"Kill the entire squad!!"

And you know what? The shouts of eleven teenagers combined sounded like they could lift the ceiling.

For no apparent reason, Tsukino Gen felt his body getting hot.

After the pre-match pep talk, Suzuki immediately waved and said, "Alright, let's go to the court and warm up quickly. They'll probably be here soon, everyone be careful not to get injured!"

A large number of people had come to the stands around the stadium. In addition to the many classmates from Class 1 who had come to 'cheering' on him, many girls from Class 3 had already spread the news that 'Tsukino-kun' would be participating.

This resulted in a delicate balance in the male-to-female ratio of the surrounding spectators, which seems quite rare in football.

Kazama Sakura hadn't expected so many people to arrive.

It seems quite a few people have already taken out their phones to film, making it look like a match between some internationally renowned powerhouse teams.

It was a bit difficult to find a seat until...

"Hey, Kazama-kun? Come over here."

She saw a mature woman in the crowd, who was also her homeroom teacher, Sakuraba Yuki.

"Sakuraba-sensei arrived so quickly?" the girl said, somewhat surprised.

Sakuraba Yuki smiled as she watched the bright and youthful girl sit down beside her.

"After all, it's a competition for the boys in our class, so as the homeroom teacher, of course I have to come and support them."

"Sakuraba-sensei is really different from other teachers," Kazama Sakura said sincerely. Having experienced a scumbag teacher like Yamazaki Jihei, she could understand how precious a teacher like him was. After all, she knew very well that not every homeroom teacher was willing to cooperate with the boys' passionate yet childish games.

Sakuraba Yuki reached out and touched the strands of hair behind her ear, her smile generous and intellectual.

"Nothing's different, just doing my job. By the way, is Kazama-san here to cheer for Tsukino-san?"

"Eh? Ah, this, this... No, I was just watching the class competition." Kazama Sakura was naturally very reserved in front of the teacher, even though she usually wanted the whole world to know that she and that boy had a close and unusual relationship.

Sakuraba Yuki's eyes seemed to say something like, "I know, I know, we're just friends~" which made the girl blush.

At this awkward moment, Kazama Sakura suddenly heard something.

"Rin, over here~!"

Xiao Lin?

Wait, could it be...?
Kazama Sakura subconsciously looked in that direction and saw a particularly dazzling figure appear not far behind her.

Morita Kaoru, walking in front, acted like a bodyguard, clearing the way for Asagiri Rin behind her. The girl behind maintained her arms crossed, exuding an arrogant and domineering air. She still looked down on everyone, still possessing an air of indifference and arrogance.

The one who shouted this was Saionji Karen, who was sitting not far away on the other side.

When she saw Asagiri Rin appear, her expression showed no surprise whatsoever, but rather an air of "I expected this." Asagiri Rin found this utterly annoying.

However, she certainly needed to choose a seat, and it seemed that no one was suitable to sit next to her. Was it only Saionji, that wicked woman? No, she would definitely be mocked by that woman.

The key is that some things are still undeniable, wait a minute. She seemed to have resigned herself to her fate and was about to head towards Saionji Temple.

But the girl suddenly turned around, and before Kazama Sakura could react, a unique fragrance wafted towards her.

Morita Kaoru and Asagiri Rin sat down one after the other.

"Eh, Asagiri-kun?"

Kazama Sakura looked strangely at the person beside her, Asagiri Rin, whose expression was indifferent and seemed not to feel embarrassed at all.

"Can't I sit here?"

"Of course you can. But aren't you having a friend ask you to come?"

Sakura Kazama hesitated, glancing towards Saionji. She didn't recognize the upperclassman, only finding her very beautiful. Saionji was currently waving her arms wildly in their direction, looking quite displeased. But Asagiri Rin seemed oblivious to all of this.

"That's not my friend, just a weirdo."

"Yeah."

Over there, Karen Saionji was still raising her arms and shouting, "Rin! Rin Asagiri!! You deserter!!"

It's really strange. Not only is Asagiri acting strangely, but her friends are acting strangely too.

However, that doesn't seem to be the important thing right now. While Kazama Sakura hesitated, Sakuraba Yuki on the other side also noticed Asagiri Rin's arrival and asked with some curiosity.

"Does Asagiri-kun also like watching ball games?"

Sakuraba Yuki asked the question that Kazama Sakura also wanted to ask.

Asagiri Rin's expression was indifferent, and she immediately took out her phone, seemingly unconcerned about everything happening on the court.

"I do not like."

"How could Asagiri-kun do that?"

"It's because I like watching ball games."

Suddenly, Morita Kaoru, who had been silent all along, spoke. Kazama Sakura and Sakuraba Yuki both looked at the woman strangely.

With a tense expression, Morita Kaoru said very seriously, "It's because I love watching football so much that I forced Miss to come and watch with me."

"I see."

Sakuraba Yuki smiled somewhat awkwardly. She couldn't help but exchange a glance with Kazama Sakura. The girl's eyes were also strange, as if she was deliberately holding back something.

Morita Kaoru seemed oblivious to the strange atmosphere, secretly glancing at the young lady.

When that smug look came over, Asagiri Rin almost couldn't hold back.

She gave a rather stiff, forced smile.

Is the young lady smiling? Looks like I did a good job.

Morita Kaoru thought to himself.

Little did they know that Asagiri Rin wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground. This woman really knew nothing but driving and protecting herself!
What kind of acting is this?! It's practically self-incrimination!
I want to die, really.

Fortunately, at this moment, the players from both sides finally entered the field.

It instantly attracted the attention of all the spectators on the sidelines.

Before Asagiri Rin could even see what the boy looked like in his jersey or what number he was wearing, she saw the eleven boys from her class quickly enter the field.

Someone noticed Asagiri Rin's presence.

Then he immediately became excited.

"Wait, is that Asagiri-san?!"

"Asagiri-kun came to cheer us on?!"

"Damn! We have to take down Class 3. Even Mbappe wouldn't be able to make a difference!"

Rin Asagiri:? ? ?

At this moment, Sakura Kazama turned her head slightly and said in a strange tone, "Oh right. Asagiri-kun is in Class 1, so she must be on Class 1's side, right?"

"I don't watch football, so I don't have a particular side to stand on."

Asagiri Rin lowered her voice.

But then she saw several boys from her class excitedly rush to the audience seats and shout at her.

"Don't worry, Asagiri-kun! We'll win this match, even if it's just for you!!"

"..." Asagiri Rin's lips twitched slightly. "Good luck."

These guys are crazy!
What do you mean by "for me"? What does that have to do with me?!

"Tsuno-kun is out! Tsukino-kun!!"

At this moment, the boys from Class 3 finally jogged out of the passage and onto the grass.

After hearing some girls shout excitedly.

Almost simultaneously, Yuki Sakuraba, Sakura Kazama, and Rin Asagiri all looked in that direction. A boy in a white jersey and shorts followed behind the group, his steps light and quick, without deliberately slowing down to make himself look like a celebrity.

But clearly, such a young person is like a firefly in the darkness, the brightest lighthouse in a lonely sea. Even without deliberately emitting light, they will automatically attract countless moths drawn to their flame.

Hearing the cheers, Suzuki joked, "They're all here to see you, Tsukino."

Before the boy could answer, the spirited Akihiko Miura leaned in with a grin, "It's okay, they'll soon find out who the real star of this court is. Let's go, let's tee off!"

As the players from both sides lined up, the team coach, holding a whistle, acted as the referee and came to the vicinity of the center circle.

"drop!"

The piercing whistle echoed throughout the entire stadium.

The crows perched on the roof took flight and soared across the horizon.

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(End of this chapter)