I am a freeloader in the anime world

Watanabe Shu followed closely behind Nakajima Yuto. Although his steps were steady, his heart was like a turbulent wave, and he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy. He clenched his hands into fists from time to time, trying to find a little encouragement for himself, but the uneasiness in his heart was like a shadow following him and could not be shaken off.

Nakajima Yuto and Watanabe Shu walked quickly onto the football field. The field seemed empty and lonely at the moment, as if it was a corner forgotten by time. All around was quiet and silent, with only the sound of their footsteps echoing in the empty field. The crowd had long since dispersed, leaving only a few scattered figures standing quietly in the afterglow of the sunset, as if they had been frozen into eternal sculptures by time.

In the setting sun, their shadows were stretched out and cast on the grass, like silent painters, depicting the tranquility and loneliness of dusk with invisible brushstrokes.

Every inch of the grass on the court was bathed in the golden afterglow, exuding a calm and mysterious atmosphere. The entire space was filled with an indescribable solemnity and tranquility, as if time had slowed down at this moment, allowing them to deeply feel the past and future carried by this land.

Watanabe Shu felt a deep sense of loneliness, which made him feel uneasy. He was puzzled as to why Nakajima Yuto suddenly called him out alone. The two of them did not have much interaction, and there was no conflict or conflict between them.

This sudden call confused Watanabe Shu and also caused him to worry about himself. He didn't know if he had done something wrong or which behavior had angered Nakajima Yuto. This uncertainty made him more lonely and helpless.

After arriving at the stadium, Nakajima Yuto quickly turned around, his deep eyes as sharp as a sword, locked directly on Watanabe Tree's face. He keenly caught the nervous look that flashed across Watanabe Tree's face, as if he was hiding something. Seeing this, Nakajima Yuto's mouth corners slightly raised, outlining a contemptuous smile, as if silently mocking Watanabe Tree's uneasiness.

The corners of Nakajima Yuto's mouth slightly lifted, accompanied by a few chuckles, and there was a barely perceptible contempt in his voice: "Do you look like you're afraid of me? Don't worry, I didn't come here to teach you a lesson."

Watanabe Shu's heart suddenly tightened, and he hurriedly shook his head, denying it urgently: "No, no, no, Nakajima-senpai, I definitely didn't mean that."

There was a hint of uneasiness in Watanabe Itsuki's eyes, as if he was trying to dispel the contempt in Nakajima Yuto's words, while also trying hard to hide his inner uneasiness.

A smile gradually emerged on Nakajima Yuto's face. That smile was like the rising sun, warm and bright, and seemed to reveal his satisfaction with Watanabe Shu's nervousness. His voice echoed in the air, with a bit of ease, but it seemed to hide a deep meaning: "Let me ask you, how do you feel about winning the training match today?"

Watanabe Shu was caught off guard by this question. He was stunned for a moment, but he quickly adjusted his mood and answered honestly: "It feels good. I am very excited."

Nakajima Yuto raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of teasing: "Very good, right?"

Nakajima Yuto paused for a moment, then changed the subject and asked a more pointed question: "Do you think you are stronger than Hayato Hayama?"

That question was like a heavy bomb, exploding without warning in Watanabe Shu's heart. The sudden impact made him feel dizzy, as if the whole world was spinning in front of him. Not only was the question extremely abrupt, but it also carried an indescribable provocation, like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into the soft spot deep in his heart.

Watanabe Itsuki's heart was full of contradictions. He didn't want to answer too confidently, but he also didn't want to belittle himself.

After a brief silence, he chose a cautious answer: "I respect Hayato Hayama's strength, I think he is very good. As for me, I still have a lot to learn and improve."

Nakajima Yuto smiled lightly, with a hint of cynicism in his smile, and seemed quite satisfied with Watanabe Itsuki's answer.

There was a hint of contempt in Nakajima Yuto's voice, as if he was mocking something: "Haha, you are at least self-aware. Let me tell you, Hayato Hayama has already been designated as the next head of the football club. This is not decided by Chosokabe alone. At least in the regular school team, there are many people who support him."

There was an unquestionable confidence in Nakajima Yuto's words, as if he had already seen through everything.

Then, Nakajima Yuto showed a trace of disdain on his face, a kind of contempt for the first-year students. His eyes flashed with sarcasm towards the first-year students: "As for me, of course I am an exception. In my eyes, none of you first-year students are worthy of my attention."

Watanabe Itsuki was silent. His heart seemed to be grasped tightly by an invisible force and he could not move.

Watanabe Shu didn't know what hidden meaning was behind Nakajima Yuto's words, but he could feel that this was more than just a simple conversation.