Anime Crossover: The people the Saniwa knows are all over Japan

He has a good mind and strong calculation skills.

I've heard that Midorima-kun's 100% three-point shooting percentage in the first half is due to his calculation of various data, such as the force and angle required to throw the basketball into the hoop.

Following in the footsteps of my deskmate, he is yet another junior high school student whose life has been wasted on basketball!

"Ah, thank you for the compliment."

"When are you planning to go watch the archery competition, Asuka-chan?" Momoi asked with interest.

For members of Asuka's fan club, learning about Asuka-chan's past is as exciting as triggering a hidden storyline in an otome game.

"Do you have any training plans going forward?" Asuka asked Akashi, who was in charge of making all the decisions.

Akashi, who had the plan completely imprinted in his mind, gave a negative answer.

"The next training session is at 3 p.m., you can arrange your own time in between."

It's only a little past nine o'clock, so I have five hours of free time.

"Then I'll go now."

It would be bad if I arrived too late and missed Nikaido's match.

If you don't participate in the competition and miss the only competition where you know someone, even Asuka-sama would feel embarrassed (=w｀=).

"I'll come and look at it with Asuka-chan after I've finished organizing the data!!"

Although she would rather go to the dojo with Asuka-chan right now, there is still work to be done (╥╯^╰╥).

If she neglects her duties, Akashi will definitely punish her, right? (orz)

"Good luck in May! I'll be waiting for you to come find me~" Asuka patted Momoi's long pink hair, which was in a low mood, and encouraged her.

The fanatical fangirl Momoi was healed, and she felt full of fighting spirit.

After Asuka left first, Kise, who was also a die-hard fan, rushed to the front line of the bath.

He's going to the dojo to find Asuka-chan too!

"Little Huang, really!" Momoi huffed. "He's so cunning! If he had this speed during regular training, he could at least surpass A-Da in one event."

Qingfeng, who was inexplicably mentioned, scratched his head.

After taking a shower, he also planned to go watch the archery competition, just as an observer.

He'd lived for over a decade and had never seen a competition like this before.

Asuka walked alone in the hotel corridor.

The sneakers made almost no sound as they stepped on the wooden floor.

In the quiet environment, the sudden sound of steady, heavy footsteps was particularly clear.

"Asuka." The masaru stepped out from the shadows and called out softly.

After removing the smiling mask he always wore, he looked more peaceful and less dangerous than usual.

"Jing Si?" Asuka stopped in her tracks, her eyes filled with obvious doubt. "Didn't you go and deal with the aftermath of the formation today?"

"It's almost resolved." The atmosphere was slightly relaxed. "The match I mentioned earlier is about to start, and I'm here to watch your match."

Last night, he suddenly appeared and explained the purpose of his trip to Hakone.

Firstly, I wanted to resolve the follow-up issues regarding the formation; secondly, I was very interested in the medals from a certain competition.

The medals are made of special materials that contain a mysterious power, though ordinary people cannot sense it.

Because there were age restrictions for participants, he, who did not meet the requirements, originally planned to use some underhanded methods to achieve his goal.

However, he changed his plans after a chance encounter with Asuka.

Asuka, who considers herself to have watched Seiji grow up, would certainly not refuse a request from her childhood friend, who is a sadistic type.

However, due to time constraints last night, the specific details were not clarified at the event.

Therefore, Asuka, the person involved, was completely bewildered: "Huh? Is this today's match?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you check your phone?"

She'd been watching the training all morning and hadn't had a chance to check her phone yet.

Feiniao scratched his head, took out his phone, and saw that there were indeed several unread messages.

"That's so Asuka's style," Matoba chuckled. "Luckily, I had a shikigami disguise itself as you to register you."

Feeling guilty, Asuka touched her nose and offered a fawning compliment: "Seiji is so thoughtful~"

Birds never mess up big things, but they can occasionally be confused about small things.