The all-powerful middle schooler

But in reality, the conversations of the club members who had run to the window had already set her heart soaring outside.

"What are you guys doing? Don't disturb the other people's drawing."

Helpless, she stopped what she was doing and expressed her concern.

Because of her persona, the girls were not intimidated by her family background; instead, they turned around and greeted her with smiles.

"Sawamura-kun, how about taking a break today? Something interesting is happening right now."

"That's right, that's right."

"Sawamura-kun, how about we go watch the match together? Why don't we just draw a picture of the match? It's a rare event at Shuchiin Academy, so let's make it a memento for future generations to know about."

Suddenly someone made a suggestion.

"That's a great idea, I agree!"

Soon, this was also recognized by others.

Everyone wanted to go and join in the fun.

"We really don't know what to do with you guys. Well then, let's go take a look..."

Eriri sighed, a reluctant expression on her face, and agreed to their request.

"Great!"

The club members were very happy because, thanks to Eriri's status in the academy, they wouldn't have to worry about competing with others for seats.

"Thank you for your help, Sawamura-kun."

"nothing."

Eriri responded politely, showing no reluctance whatsoever, but in reality, she was overjoyed.

Despite her happiness, she was mostly worried.

"That idiot Izumi, I heard his opponent is very strong physically. I wonder if he can hold on? I hope he's not just putting on a brave face."

……

Just as the painting department was rushing to the battlefield.

Another baffling incident occurred on the tennis court.

"By the way, could you lend me a tennis racket? I don't have one."

Hasegawa Izumi extended her right hand and asked calmly.

"what?"

Kentaro Kawamura and many others present almost thought they had misheard.

You play tennis without a tennis racket, right?

Then why are you even typing "der"?

At this moment, Kentaro Kawamura also noticed that the other party was empty-handed and had not brought anything with him. He was holding back his anger and ordered one of the company members, "Ishida, lend this guy your tennis racket."

"I just bought this... I understand."

Ishida wanted to refuse, but under the minister's fierce gaze, he swallowed the rest of his words.

"Here, this is a tennis racket I specially commissioned. It's very expensive, so don't break it!"

He took a tennis racket out of his storage bag and placed it in front of the other person.

"Thanks, I understand."

Hasegawa Izumi waved casually.

"Alright, now you're not allowed to cause any more trouble. My patience is running out..."

"Wait for me a moment."

He interrupted Kawamura Kentaro before he could finish speaking.

At this moment, he is pinching the tennis strings with his fingers, feeling the elasticity of the material, and swinging the racket a few times.

"It's no use trying to get used to it in such a short time, but what can I do when you don't use your own tennis racket?"

Kentaro Kawamura didn't make a big fuss about it, because he considered it quite normal.

Tennis rackets are tools, and of course, the more comfortable they are to use, the better. Even slight differences in weight can affect the feel of hitting the ball and the performance of techniques.

"No, I was just estimating how much force I could use. After all, I promised that classmate I wouldn't damage the racket, and I don't have that much money to pay for it."

To his surprise, Izumi Hasegawa simply shook his head, denying his statement.

Several black lines seemed to appear on Kentaro Kawamura's forehead.

Is this a problem that a normal person would worry about?

"Alright! The match is about to start, so all of you loafers should leave now!"

He waved his hand.

The tennis club members immediately left.

"Go Izumi-chan!"

"Sage, now it's time to see your performance."

After expressing their support, Fujiwara Chika and Takanashi Rikka also stepped back and sat down on the bench outside the line.

At this moment, some commotion arose among the crowd waiting for the match to begin.

Fujiwara Chika turned her head to look.

Eriri and her group of art club members arrived at the spot where everyone had made way.

'Hey, Eriri's here! She really can't suppress her concern for Izumi-chan after all?'

A thought struck her, and a smile appeared on her lips.

"Eriri, you've come to watch Izumi-chan's match too!"

When she greeted Eriri, the instant their eyes met, she suddenly felt a deep chill.

"?"

A question mark appeared above the girl's head.

When did she make Eriri angry?

not understand.

"Ahem, this is everyone's request; they want to document this incident through drawing..."

Eriri gave a kind and gentle explanation.

"Is that so? Then let's watch the game together."

Fujiwara Chika failed to understand Eriri's implied meaning, and seeing that the match was about to begin, she didn't talk much more.

"call."

Eriri felt a sense of relief.

I almost forgot, there are still some people in this school who know about my relationship with Izumi...

……

The club's advisor was a man in his thirties who was also a physical education teacher at Shuchiin University.

Upon learning of this, he volunteered to serve as the referee for the match.

"Heads or tails?"

He tossed a coin high into the air, then caught it with his right hand as it fell, looked at himself with both eyes, and asked.

"You come first."

Kentaro Kawamura adopted a nonchalant attitude.

"Front."

He spoke.

The referee opened his fist, revealing both sides of the coin.

As it turned out, he guessed correctly.

They have the right to serve and choose the court.

"I choose to start, so I'll stand on this side of the field."

He pointed to the ground beneath his feet.

The two sides stood on opposite sides, waiting for the referee's command.

"The match will be played in six sets..."

After briefly explaining the rules of the game to everyone present, the referee waved the small flag he was holding.

"The match begins! Hasegawa serves first!"

Sunlight shines, and a gentle breeze blows.

Hasegawa Izumi held the racket in her right hand and threw the tennis ball to the ground with her left hand, only to have it bounce back into her hand. She weighed it back and forth several times.

"Hey, big guy, have you ever heard of an outside spin serve?"

Suddenly, he raised his head.

Her sky-blue eyes became dazzling at that moment.

22 I've already seen through your moves!

"What the hell? Never heard of that. Hurry up and serve! I can't wait to beat you to a pulp!"

With a tennis racket slung over his shoulder, Kentaro Kawamura said impatiently.

"Is that so? Then I'll make an exception and let you see it today."

Hasegawa Izumi didn't take it seriously.

Human understanding is always shallow, like a frog at the bottom of a well, often only able to see the sky as small as the well opening, unable to imagine how vast the real sky is.

The person before us is no exception.

The conversation between the two left the onlookers completely bewildered.

"Spin serve, is that a special serve?"

The tennis club members had never heard of it, and of course, no one else knew anything about it.

'Izumi's illness has flared up again.'

Eriri thought to herself with a helpless expression.

"Is he going to use a 'skill' right off the bat? It seems the sage really has something urgent to attend to."

Rikka Takanashi, on the other hand, looked like she knew everything, her face full of anticipation.

"And what are skills?"

Sitting next to her, Fujiwara Chika felt how shallow her understanding was.

Stand in the service area.

With a powerful flick of her left hand, Izumi Hasegawa tossed the tennis ball into the air.

On the other half of the court, Kentaro Kawamura appeared disdainful, but inwardly he was quite cautious. He gripped his racket with both hands, lowered his body slightly, and focused intently on watching his opponent's shot, ready to catch up at the fastest speed at any moment.

"boom!"

In an instant, he lightly lifted off the ground, arched his back, and leaped into the air. He gripped his racket tightly in his right hand, hit the ball to the upper right, and then pressed it down with incredible speed.

call out! !

The tennis ball traced a long line in a beautiful arc before falling into the opponent's half of the court.

'Such a perfect hitting form! Such a fast serve!'

Kentaro Kawamura was startled, but he quickly recovered and predicted the landing point of the tennis ball.