If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

The laughter of the students was divided by the wide space of the stadium, and it did not make people feel as noisy as in the class.

A beam of sunlight that expanded into colorful diamonds in the air shone on the square mirrors, reflecting a brutally white light.

The frightening figure with fat head and big ears was wrapped in a deep yellow coat like fallen leaves in late autumn, with his thick arms folded in front of his chest, his head held high.

"Gentlemen, I like to... play! Tennis! Ball!"

The thick voice is like the roar of the earth.

Kyosuke slammed back the tennis ball that was hit by Saika from the opposite side, and glanced at Saekiza next to him, whose forehead was sweating.

"Play tennis if you like, and no one is stopping you."

Wearing a forgiving tracksuit and a nondescript layered overcoat, the fat man grinned with sweaty mouth, and his intonation was like singing an opera: "My friend! Don't you know... no one is worthy of it except you Be my opponent!"

Kyosuke hit the ball back again, without looking sideways: "Oh, I understand, the girl who used to play with Totsuka would rather go with the teacher than play with you, right?"

The movement on the corner of Zai Muzao's mouth turned into a twitch: "It's just that she is afraid of my strength..."

"Yes, yes, I'm afraid of your strength." Kyosuke kept his eyes on the slender beauty who was extraordinarily dashing and handsome when he was playing tennis on the opposite side, and casually replied to Zaimuza: "There is a wall on the single practice field in the corner that is absolutely not The wall that will be afraid of your strength, you can find it to practice in the future."

"Oh~ I was just joking, Kyosuke. Why are you so serious~"

Zai Muzao's original bold voice instantly became cheap and cheap, just listening to the voice, his image shrank directly from a seven-foot rough man to a little boy with his butt pouting.

This is probably the unique racial talent of fat people.

Saikiza rubbed his fleshy hands: "Kyosuke, look, Totsuka-san is already tired from beating up, so let me play with you for a while, of course, if you are tired, I will play with Totsuka-san instead." it is also fine."

Kyosuke glanced at him again, seeing the pitiful appearance of this fat paper, he really couldn't bear to refuse, just about to say that he was tired and let him fight Totsuka, when a soft and warm voice came over.

"Student, if you don't mind, can I be your opponent?"

Running over was the sackcloth with light pink hair fluffing in the air.Under her dress was a pair of sweatpants she got from somewhere.

Kyosuke guessed that it was a spare in the warehouse borrowed from the teacher.

In fact, Mai has been observing secretly for a while under the shade of a tree, always thinking about how to find a suitable reason to run to Xiao Jing's side.

It would be the best if he could be his opponent. At the beginning of the course, before she had time to speak, Xiao Jing naturally got together with that refreshing sports girl. The dream of playing tennis with Xiao Jing was naturally in vain. up.

Unhappily stepping on her little feet on the court, Mai made the next best thing and planned to find someone else to form a team to play tennis in the court next to Xiaojing.

However, no one dared to agree to her request.

Every classmate readily accepts playing tennis with her, but then they hear that they want to play in the court next to that ass tyrant, no matter male or female, they all shy away.Even the idol nerd who is her fan is no exception.

Compared with idols, my ass is more important-probably because of this value.

In fact, Mai found that after she really played tennis, the tennis courts near Xiaojing were all empty, as if surrounded by him.

Now it's embarrassing.

If it was the intimate way of getting along with Xiao Jing during the middle school period, Mai naturally didn't need to find any reason to stop directly not far from Xiao Jing, just watch him quietly and wipe his sweat off.But the problem is that the relationship between the two is very stiff now, there is no reason to stand on the side so stupidly, nine times out of ten it will annoy Xiaojing.

So after seeing a fat paper who had no opponent and dared to talk to Xiaojing, Mai hurriedly ran over to volunteer.

And Zai Muzao naturally agreed in line with expectations.

His hands in front of Huanhuan's chest trembled with excitement, as if he had finally been sent to Internet addiction treatment: "I, I...Of course I don't mind!"

For the first time, this swordsman writer (named himself) who still failed to submit a successful article has this kind of happiness of being approached by a girl of the same age, and she is such a sweet girl like strawberry jelly

——At that moment he thought he saw an angel!

He tried his best to straighten out his plump chest, as if he wanted to show off his cups which were much more exaggerated than girls: "I, what do I want to call you, girl in a dress... a dress?"

Like a blind student who discovered Huadian, Zai Muzao looked at this cute girl with a big smiling face like an apple from bottom to top, and her voice became normal when she spoke: "You are... a student of our school ?"

While talking, he looked back at Kyosuke, wanting to ask him if he could see this girl who was always smiling.

The fat man thought he was hallucinating due to heatstroke.

After all, he had never seen this girl in tennis class, and she was not wearing a school uniform.

Thinking of this, Zaimuza became more and more sure that he was hallucinating, a beautiful girl who would take the initiative to talk to him?nonexistent.

He patted his round belly vigorously with his thick hands, hoping to wake himself up through the pain.

On the other side, Kyosuke felt that Zai Muzao's already somewhat illusory gaze didn't want to talk to him, but felt that if the two of them continued to stalemate like this, he would make himself even more irritable, so he casually replied: "That's our class." A new transfer student."

This very distant introduction made Zaimuza's fat face grin instantly, because it showed that there was really a beautiful girl who was actively talking to him. The radiant and pretty face lost its color.

... Is it true that Xiao Jing has no feelings for me at all?

The well-trimmed eyebrows trembled slightly, the nails dug into the pads of the fingers, and Mai bit the corner of her mouth. At this time, she was very grateful to those training as an idol, which made her work hard again to bend a smile full of vitality.

She refrained from looking at Xiao Jing, and looked at Zai Muzao who turned her head: "It's the first time we meet, my name is Mai Murakami, please give me your advice."

She can no longer pronounce the cheerful ending sound of "~".

"Oh, oh, it's our first time meeting, I... I'm Saikiza Yoshiki, hehe, just call me Saikiza."

Some fat people who scratched the back of their heads embarrassingly were quite lovable to be honest, and Mai was naturally not the kind of superficial person who would have prejudice against a person because of his size.

The two seemed to exchange a few friendly words, and Zaimuza twisted his fat but flexible body and ran to the opposite side of the net, allowing the idol girl to stand on the court next door to Kyosuke as she wished.

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