If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

"Mr. Hiratsuka, I'm going to clean up the mess."

The blade-like aura sharpened by all the best was gone in a flash.

He bowed slightly to Shizuka Hiratsuka as a thank you to this dedicated teacher, and then walked out of the office with straight steps.

Hiratsuka watched his back, and Erlang's legs, which had been raised gracefully, were gently lowered.

...You're not hunched over anymore, this kid.

Although she has always insisted that she is still very young, she inevitably treats all the students she teaches as children.

She lowered her head slightly in thought, and the hair that was originally loose on her shoulders slipped down smoothly.

...I originally thought that I had observed him carefully enough, but now it seems that my move of letting him join the service department to bring him back to life is completely meaningless.

Where did I miss it?

Hiratsuka Shizuka's slender fingers picked up the blue hair on her forehead and gently rubbed her temples.

It turns out that for him, campus life occupies such a small proportion of his entire life, so small that he never bothered to enjoy this youthful life called youth by his peers with his true face.

"Ugh"

Lightly colored lips let out a breath, and the tall beauty stood up with her pockets in her pockets, walked to the window and opened it.

The loud sound of cheering was accompanied by a heat wave.

On the tennis court downstairs, except Yuigahama and Totsuka who were standing on Yukinoshita's side, all the other students who had nothing to do during their lunch break crowded behind Hayama and Miura.

However, amid the sound of cheering, there were cheery shouts of Yukinoshita's name from time to time.

There is no other reason, this cold girl who almost supports the whole situation with her own strength is really too handsome.

Zai Muzao's physical strength was almost overdrawn, and his body was so wet with sweat that people wanted to hand him a bottle of shower gel just to take a bath.

The slender body is slightly lowered, and a pair of slender white legs alternate left and right under the tennis short skirt. The footsteps under the clean sneakers are like raindrops "crackling" on the tennis court, and the running is extremely fast. The small circular shadow "swished" from one side of the court to the other like a basketball.

The arm, which looks so fragile that it seems that there is no muscle, pulls back and swings out, the ponytail flies like a black waterfall against the current, and the tennis ball comes out with a crisp "snap", which makes everyone fascinated no matter which side they support.

However, among all the audience whose brains were dominated by the warm atmosphere and their faces were flushed, only Shizuka Hiratsuka, who was looking down upstairs, saw that Yukinoshita's back was completely soaked in sweat.

Wet skimpy tracksuits became more see-through, with bra ties peeking out.

Now it's the final goal, and as long as Yukinoshita misses this goal, they will lose.

The playing field will be given away.

Miura, who had participated in tennis matches and won rankings, made a powerful smash to seal the victory regardless of his chest shaking back and forth under his short sleeves.

Brightly colored tennis balls slump to the half-court beneath the snow and bounce back with a bang.

At this moment, the thin figure of Xuexia also slowly bent her knees and then leaped high, the hem of her clothes fluttered in the wind like a white dove soaring into the sky, her smooth waist and delicate belly button flaunted her existence.

For a while, the cheers sounded like layers upon layers of waves.

However, when she jumped to the highest point, just when the cold Xue Nu was about to make a swing, her body suddenly went limp, her tense strength dissipated, and the racket flew out of her hand.

The persistence of gritted teeth is still no match for the loss of strength of the body.

The white dove's leap to the sky consumed the last of Xueshita's strength, and the slender arm that had been stripped of all energy went limp, and couldn't even hold the racket.

Exhausted, Yukinoshita just swung his arm in vain in the end, and his white arm drew an arc towards the sun, but he didn't even touch the ball and fell straight down like a carp that failed to transform a dragon.

The originally noisy applause came to an abrupt end.

Shizuka Hiratsuka raised his heel to catch the Yuki who fell from the sky, but he stopped because he realized that he was upstairs.

Just when she thought that the student she had always cared about was about to fall down on the emerald green tennis court, an inconspicuous figure suddenly appeared behind Yukinoshita as if teleporting.

Probably he had been standing by the tennis court over there to watch the match silently, but because he was too ordinary, he disappeared from everyone's attention.

It wasn't until this moment that a figure gathered behind the slender girl like the most representative magic [Great Transformation] that has been played badly.

He raised his arms to let Xue Nu fall on his thin chest, and stepped back naturally to remove the force,

Upstairs, Jing Hiratsuka, who had a wide view, saw himself, a student with a cold personality like a snow girl, turning around and seeing the notorious Takasaka who caught him. Her thick, thin arms held her tightly in his arms.

The indifferent eyelashes are quietly closed, as if they have returned to a small space where they can finally stop being brave in silence.

Shizuka Hiratsuka's eyes gradually widened, and another wave of surprise welled up from his heart.

Open your mouth slightly.

...It turns out that the relationship between Takasaka and Yukinoshita is already so good.

So... I'm really being selfish.

The heroic female teacher also gently closed her white eyelids like Xue Nai on the tennis court, but the corners of her delicate mouth evoked a gratified smile.

The sounds from the tennis court downstairs still reached my ears through the open windows.

The cheers when they jumped up and hit the ball under the snow stopped abruptly, and then turned into disdainful boos, and then there were stereotyped congratulations to the winners Hayama and Miura.

No one paid any attention to the cold girl who fought with all her strength until she lost her strength.

Win or lose, that's all.

Shizuka Hiratsuka frowned tightly.