My youth romance is always confusing

"Sorry, I'm late."

Soon, Ye Shan, with dyed golden hair, appeared at the entrance of the venue.

His arrival caused cheers from the crowd in the stands.

Seriously, what kind of zoo is this? Be reserved.

I forced myself to ignore the noisy spectators in the stands and nodded to Ye Shan.

"It's okay, the game hasn't started yet."

The rules of the game are very simple. Each team consists of three people, namely the vanguard, the backbone, and the general.

"Then let's do as we agreed before. I'll be in charge of the backbone, and you, Penguin, will be the general."

"Is this really okay?"

I ignored the problem with Ye Shan's address and looked at his face that was so confident that it was shining. Suddenly, I felt a little unconfident.

But who would have thought that Ye Shan would pat me on the shoulder and said with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, I prefer to appear without any pressure. I'll leave the vanguard to you, Zaimokuza-san."

"oh oh."

Perhaps because he had never come into contact with someone like Yeshan who had a full aura, Zaimokuza looked very stunned.

Come to think of it, you can actually remember Zaimokuza's name, then why did you call me the wrong name? Are you doing it on purpose?

In fact, I have no objection to Ye Shan's arrangement.

Although Ye Shan said that he was used to fighting without pressure, that was actually just a humble statement. After all, if he was asked to serve as the general, once the battle between the first two people failed, his appearance would lose its meaning.

In other words, Ye Shan placed himself in a core position, hoping to influence the direction of the game as much as possible with his own fighting power.

Well, it fits his personality very well.

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As the competition was about to begin, Hube and his team began to prepare.

As members of Ye Shan's trio of followers, their relationship has obviously become much closer after the last text message harassment incident.

Even large events like the one now happen all at once.

Although it's very impolite, these three guys are really a bit like the three gophers, always appearing in groups.

"Hey, hey, hey, take a good look at my active performance!"

Hu Bu kept swinging his arms towards the stands, releasing his youthful energy that had nowhere to go.

Around him, the air seemed to have become a little drier because of his energy.

Where did you get the air dryer?

But the Hubu brand dryer probably won’t sell well, after all, it’s from the Hubu Ministry.

However, if it is the Biqigu brand, it may be even harder to sell, after all, the thought of it will make me think of dampness.

But that’s actually a wrong stereotype, the clothes I wear at home are pretty dry.

Well, for an energetic guy like the Ministry of Revenue, it is normal to do so.

It just looks a little silly.

I silently looked away to prevent others from associating me with this guy.

Because there were only eight participating teams, there were very few unexpected players.

I looked at Shiroyama who was preparing for the game. He looked very diligent.

But in fact, I had already made arrangements with him, and the drawing of lots was just a formality.

The first two games have already been decided.

The two judo club teams will meet in advance, and my team, Zaimokuza's, and Hayama's team will be assigned to the Tobu team.

I'm sorry, but please sacrifice your life for the future of the judo club, Tobe-san.

The gloomy Hachiman looked like a vengeful ghost doll, which frightened Zaimokuza who was standing nervously beside him.

"Hachi...Hachiman..."

However, before Zaimokuza could finish his words, a burst of enthusiastic cheers suddenly rang out from the sidelines.

"Senior Ye Shan~"

"Senior Hayama, ah, so handsome!"

Words like these were heard one after another in the stands.

These guys are really obsessed with looks, but if they say this every time, they will lose points in Ye Shan's eyes.

I looked up at the people standing in the stands who were shouting the loudest.

Sure enough, Miura was there.

As a member of the current group, Miura is like Hayama's cheerleader, she follows Hayama wherever he goes.

Oh no, where does this feeling of being haunted come from?

Miss Miura Hirorei, I hope you can become a Buddha when you graduate from high school...well, it would be best if you can take a handsome blond guy with you to the afterlife.

This is a heartfelt blessing. It's not because I dislike someone that I want him to go to another world.

It’s true.

Keeping my thoughts to myself, I followed the gaze of Miura and the others and saw Hayama standing in the middle of the competition venue.

It seemed that he had taken on the task of delivering the opening speech for the competition.

Although it was a competition among the judo club, Ye Shan completely stole the limelight.

Are those guys in the judo club any good?

However, thanks to Ye Shan, the atmosphere in the venue was indeed heated up a lot.

As Ye Shan's teammates, it seemed that the attention from the stands was also directed at us.

But some people just glanced and then looked away.

Indifferent, as if it were a routine matter.

But at least they didn't look at me like trash, so I was lucky.

Of course, if you look at Zaimokuza in this way, then there is nothing wrong with it. In fact, I look at Zaimokuza in this way.

"Hey, you've been sweating a lot today."

Thick sweat stains covered Zaimokuza's body, and when he looked down through the collar of his school uniform, it was all wet.

This guy is now like a solid piece of food that emits a strange smell, no different from stinky tofu.

"Hachi...Hachiman, what am I doing——"

"Alright, alright, when you go on the field later, try to use close combat, it might work wonders."

I don't want to hear about Zaimokuza's miserable school life.

I guess it's as miserable as mine.

But he was physically tortured, while I was mentally being whipped by an ice queen.

I looked towards the podium and saw the woman Yukinoshita was confirming something with Shiroyama from the judo club.

As the organizer of the competition, the Service Club and the Judo Club are in a sense a cooperative relationship.

By the way, apart from me as a contestant and Yukinoshita from the organizer, the remaining person in the Service Club is now standing in the stands and yelling at the freshmen in the class.

It might seem silly, but without Yuigahama it would be hard to get the rest of the class to watch the game.

In addition to the few people in the live-action group, even a few unknown people in the class followed.

Ah, I understand.

"If you don't watch it, you'll be accused of not caring about what's going on in class."

Perhaps it was because of this thought that those few people followed.

But if it were me, I wouldn't, because I wouldn't care about the gossip.

"Hikiko."

Suddenly, it seemed like someone called my name.

When I came to my senses, Ye Shan was standing in front of me.

The golden hair fluttered in the wind.

By the way, isn't this indoors? Where does the wind come from?

This guy's aura is already enough to condense into a whirlwind. What an incredible power.