My youth romance is always confusing

It turns out that for a layman’s viewing experience, it doesn’t make much difference whether the players are professional or not.

The civil war in the judo department did not attract much attention.

In other words, they were not the protagonists in this game.

Since all the attention was attracted by Ye Shan, he naturally received the most cheers.

The people in the judo club were already prepared for this.

But, a game is a game.

Although the final result is insignificant, Shiroyama knows that there is no doubt that a civil war will happen.

"what!"

Shiroyama lifted his opponent high over his shoulders and threw him to the ground.

"Peng!"

The crash was louder than any before.

"The winner is Shiroyama!"

It was a thrilling match between the generals of both sides, and in the end it was still Shiroyama who won the game.

As expected, he is the backbone of the judo club.

However, this result also means that...

"Our opponents in the finals are these three people."

Ye Shan looked at the three powerful people in front of him, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

Chengshan's strength is by no means inferior to his, and is even better than his.

But what troubled him was that Shiroyama was a general and was not in the same position as him, a core player. Even if he wanted to share the pressure with his teammates, he couldn't do it.

The general on their side will be...

Ye Shan turned his head and looked at Hachiman behind him.

Suddenly, the solemn look on his face disappeared, and was replaced by a relaxed and confident expression again.

What is this guy doing? Practicing face changing?

I watched Ye Shan's expression changing back and forth, and couldn't help but mutter a few words in my heart.

The woodblock on the side was doing the "swallowing human" move.

Really, are you that nervous?

I looked up at the stands.

The number of spectators in the stands did not decrease as the game progressed. On the contrary, there were more and more people in the stands.

He must have come to watch the game after hearing that Ye Shan made it to the finals.

Although a large portion of them may not be the ones who cheer for Ye Shan, it is human nature to join in the fun.

"I'm going to the bathroom first."

There are still ten minutes of preparation time before the final begins.

Chengshan was instructing two team members about something and pointing in this direction.

Inadvertently, my eyes met his, but we looked away immediately.

"Ah, you're still going to the bathroom at this time, Hachiman, you're really——"

"Ha, it's a good thing to be well prepared."

Just as Zaimokuza was about to get angry, Hayama started to defend Hachiman.

Without Hachiman, Zaimokuza obviously didn't dare to disobey Hayama's words, and even communication was difficult.

"Well..."

Time passed slowly, and just when Zaimokuza thought that Hachiman had fallen into the toilet, he finally arrived.

As soon as I walked out of the corridor, Zaimokuza's anxious look appeared before my eyes.

Could this guy be my follower? Why is he staring at me while I’m going to the toilet?

"Why are you coming to me instead of preparing for the next game?"

"I, I, I..."

"Oh, so you're nervous."

Before Zaimokuza could finish his words, I interrupted his spellcasting and patted his shoulder as if nothing had happened.

"Just give it a try, don't worry too much."

Hearing this, Zaimokuza's trembling body gradually calmed down.

He pushed his glasses up on his face and his voice sank.

"Yaman, you mean, the outcome will be decided by me? As expected, you don't trust that Hayama..."

It seems like I have entered the chuunibyou mode. It’s embarrassing, but at least I’m not stage fright anymore.

"No, I mean you are irrelevant, just finish the game and leave."

"Gah!"

Zaimokuza was struggling in the contestant's seat like a ball of flesh, and he seemed to want to say something.

"I..."

But unfortunately, the game is about to begin.

"Invite both players to enter!"

As the vanguard, Zaimokuza could only enter the field.

This time, his opponent is Fujino.

He is also the opponent of similar size to Zaimokuza that he has ever encountered.

I have no intention of watching the outcome of this game.

Because... Zaimokuza will definitely lose.

"what!"

The moment the referee swung his arm down, Fujino took a step forward.

The strong aura emanating from Zaimokuza made him frown subconsciously, but it did not stop him.

As expected of a professionally trained person, Fujino did not directly choose the quickest method to subdue Zaimokuza.

Because he knew that Zaimokuza was bigger than him, so he couldn't choose to fight head-on at this time.

Otherwise, even if Zaimokuza was just a layman, it would be difficult to determine the winner in a short period of time.

Fujino took a step toward Zaimokuza's side, which immediately attracted Zaimokuza's attention.

Zaimokuza subconsciously turned in the other direction.

But the next second, Fujino changed direction and turned his body in the opposite direction.

“Mm--”

There was no other way; in order to cope with the impending impact, Zaimokuza could only change his body shape with him.

But he had not received any professional training, so he was a little slow in changing direction.

And this moment is where the opportunity for victory lies.

"what!"

Fujino saw the moment when Zaimokuza slowed down, grabbed his arm, and exerted force with both hands, throwing Zaimokuza out.

"Ahhhh!"

Zaimokuza's footing was already unsteady, and after being thrown like that, he began to spin around in the arena like a top.

Fujino took the opportunity to rush forward, and in two steps he was in front of Zaimokuza. He grabbed Zaimokuza's collar and lifted him up high.

"Oh!"

Seeing this, a burst of surprised voices suddenly rang out from the stands.

After all, lifting someone of Zaimokuza's weight is not an easy task.

Fortunately, Fujino did not lift him up, but used the force of Zaimokuza's own rotation to throw him over his shoulder.

"Peng!"

Heavy objects fall to the ground.

Zaimokuza suddenly felt dizzy.

"Ah...ah..."

He was still trying to struggle to get up, but he felt a heavy pressure on his body.

Although Fujino's size is smaller than Zaimokuza's, the difference is not that big.

Being restrained at this moment, Zaimokuza was unable to escape for a while.

At the same time, the referee's countdown sounded in the ears of both of them.

"1!"

Reluctantly, Zaimokuza struggled frantically.

It was clear that he, as a pioneer, had always taken the lead before, so how could he be allowed to fail in the final?

But the more he struggled, the more he realized the gap in strength.

It felt like a huge mountain was pressing down on me, and I couldn't move it no matter what.

Until the moment the referee's voice sounded again.

"Winner, Fujino!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zaimokuza's head drooped like a wilted eggplant.

"Feel sorry."

Zaimokuza returned to the contestant's seat, looking listless.

I looked at his glasses that no longer reflected any light, and I didn't continue to make sarcastic remarks as I had before.

"Leave it to us next."

He spoke lines that sounded like something out of a hot-blooded comic book.

Seriously, don't make me angry.