If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

093 Ayaka Totsuka is not a girl

The scorching sunlight penetrated the air, leaving layers of diamond-shaped spots shining directly on the tennis court.

The silver-gray hair with a little metallic texture fluttered in the air with the jumping action.

"Snapped"

The crisp impact of the racket and the tennis ball, and the green tennis ball came out.

Kyousuke moved lightly, swinging his racket casually to hit the flying tennis ball back to its original position.

On the other side, the slender student wearing dark green sportswear taut white forearm and let out a cute coquettish drink, and hit the ball coming at him accurately.

Jingsuke swung his arm, but the standard hitting action didn't use much force, and there was no tricky ball path, and he returned the ball that was flying towards his head absentmindedly.

In contrast to Kyosuke's perfunctory, the beautiful figure full of youthful athleticism stared attentively at the tennis ball that crossed the net, crystal sweat dripping from the delicate forehead...

"So, Kyosuke! Why are you staring at Totsuka-san on the next court when you're obviously playing with me!"

Kyousuke hit back the tennis backhand that spun towards his head along with the voice, and looked away from Totsuka-san, who was playing with an unknown female classmate on another tennis court next door, with dead fish eyes. Staring at the Zaimokuza, the windbreaker, and the fat man who was playing against him on the opposite side of the net.

It sounded like "This guy must be fat" came one after another: "Respect your opponent, Kyosuke, do you mean Totsuka-san? He's a man."

"Zai Muza," Jingsuke's DHA-rich pupils reflected the second fat man who insisted on wrapping a thick trench coat on the outside of his sportswear, thinking about his name in his mind: "I'm not you, or you are taking advantage of the chaos. The pervert who sneaks up on people's ass has the face to talk about me?"

I can only recall this guy's surname Zaimokuza, what's his name... Ikki?That's right, Ikki, with the same name as a character in Saint Seiya.

Looks like my memory is getting better!

If Zaimiza heard the voice of Kyosuke at this time, he would definitely complain with courage: It's not Ikki, it's Yoshiki!

It's a pity that he can't hear it, because his secondary level can't bring him super powers yet.

Jingsuke, who thought that his memory had improved, was a little happy, and even brought it to his face, and the face staring at the dead fish suddenly squeezed out a wicked smile.

Ikki, the bronze saint on the opposite side, was startled.

"Ah...ah, Kyosuke, don't be angry, I'm just talking casually."

The unexpectedly cowardly Zaigiza was so stunned that he didn't even catch the ball, and waved his hand in a panic to explain to Kyosuke.

Am I so scary?

Jingsuke's short-cut nails scratched his temples. This habitual movement that he had to work hard to restrain in the state of seeing at night could finally be done smoothly.

Probably because I experienced a lot of unusual things.

Jingsuke made an analysis in his heart, and he also realized that his current temperament had changed significantly.

From a desolate boy without vitality to a desolate boy with a lifeless spirit.

It sounds scary!

"I'm not angry...let's take a break."

Kyousuke wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and pointed to a shade of tree not far behind Zaimokuza.

He didn't feel tired. The breathing, coordination and other methods brought by [Sword Master] allowed him to maintain his physical strength to the maximum extent during exercise.

But the weather is really too hot.

Naturally, there would be no objection to the wooden seat for the proposal to rest. This fat man in a windbreaker standing under the scorching sun is not much different from a beggar chicken wrapped in a layer of mud and buried in a fire pit.

If there is really any difference, it is probably that beggars can't find such a fat chicken.

In any case, it is a pair of fats that will be roasted and turned into a delicious appearance of meat oil seeping out of the pores mixed with sweat.

The two of them threw their rackets aside—they were not afraid to lose them anyway—squatting under the tree like a bad boy hiding in an alley waiting to rob money, with a look of disgust on their faces.

Purely hot.

"Speaking of which," Kyousuke licked his dry lips, "how about the novel you showed to the Ministry last time?"

Zaimokuza turned his fat head and ears to look at Kyousuke in surprise, and the sneakers under his feet shoveled away a layer of loose soil.

"I didn't expect you to remember this? I thought that with your indifferent personality and goldfish-like memory, you'd have to forget it the next day."

Jing Jie glanced at him blankly, moved the sole of his shoe and trampled to death an ant that crawled out of the soil shoveled by the timber seat: "Speak the point!"

"Hey!" The fat man who was still wearing a trench coat was so frightened that he gave a brief response like a new recruit who was being lectured by the officer, and then heaved a sigh of relief when he came back, "I finished writing the first part last week, and I have been repairing it in the past few days. After the revision is planned, it will be posted on the Internet for the public to judge.”

"Oh? ... How do I remember you said last time that you didn't post it online because you were afraid of being spat out? Are you so confident this time?"

Zaimiza's fat face glanced at Kyosuke with a "you remember this, maybe it's a parasitic beast disguised as Kyosuke", but he didn't say it because he was cowardly.

"It's not self-confidence. I want to understand. In fact, it would be a good thing if someone could spray it."

"Huh?" Kyousuke finally picked up a little interest and turned to look at Zaimuza's sloppy face.In my mind, I raised the level of this chat from [you can forget the last sentence after saying the next sentence] to [forget what you heard after seven seconds].

Zai Muza looked at Jingsuke with bright eyes, and there was gratitude in it: "After your last words, I can finally muster the courage to face the matter of writing a novel. After thinking about it, I think that the novel will be passed on to The most miserable scene after going online is not being scolded by a bunch of people, but not having a single comment. Not a single comment means that no one wants to read the novel I wrote, and if there are a lot of people scolding me and this novel, At least it shows that there is something in my novel that attracts them to read it, because only after they read my novel will they scold me."

Jingsuke staggered his gaze, he couldn't stand the fat man's philosophical stare: "... Sounds reasonable. But what is your goal? Posting your novels on free websites and letting them comment is just a way to improve the quality of your novels. Right? Suppose your novels improve to the point where you get accolades online, what are you going to do then?"

"Of course it's published!"

The originally dignified Zaigiza was embarrassed to say this and scratched the back of his head with the fingers exposed by the mittens: "I want to become a light novel writer like Ye Jian Bo Dong-sensei, who is popular all over the country as soon as the light novel is released, and then also Find an illustrator with a handsome style like Teacher Black Cat to cooperate with me."

094 Ayaka Totsuka is not a girl ([-])