'That's why.'
'Huh?'

I rolled into the library. As expected, I find Alina. She loves books and the library is her second home. She may not be a literary girl, but she seems to read anyway.

After school, she helps out with the girls' soft tennis team. Understood?
'I understand, but... Why would I ......'

She's weak in the library.
The library has strict rules of quietness. Taking advantage of her good manners, I decided not to explain to her after school and chose the library during the lunch break as an emergency. Now is my chance to hide my fangs.

It's part of the project to rehabilitate Alina. You'll take it. Don't worry, I'll be there. Don't leave me alone...'

He hit me with the corner of a book. I rallied my ego, which was about to fly away, and managed to pull myself back from the River Sanzu. I found my dead pet on the riverbank.

'Don't be violent.
'Die.'
'There's not much time left on my lunch break. So we'll meet in that former teacher's office after school. See you.
'Excuse me.
'Quiet in the library. And bring your gym clothes.
'Ah! Pisses me off!

I felt victorious.

After another day of enlightening seminars, I went to the former teacher's office.
After a while, a knock came with the force of a bang, knock, knock, destroying the door. I can only think of one person who would be so willing to vandalize school property without a care in the world.

It's a little stuck. I know you're in there! Open the door!
Comet Sakakiki-kun is in the middle of changing. If you really want to see it, I'll open it right now. No, I'll open it.
'What, hey! Jump out the window! Die!
'I can't stop my right arm. He seems to want to open the door. Shit! My right arm against my will!

Click.

'Forgive me, Alina. I've crossed a dimension. What, it won't open?

Alina's outline is vaguely reflected in the frosted glass of the door. She seems to be holding the door desperately.

'Just get dressed! No more!

I got serious. One hundred and eighty centimeter tall, full power, here I come.

'Kyah'.

The door is opened with a bang. Alina brings her hands in front of her face as if to look at something dazzling, and peeks at me through the gaps between her fingers. Oh, you're looking at me.

'You should change your clothes soon. I'll wait for you in the hallway.

My status doesn't say anything about my taste for going wild half-naked. I'm basically a gentleman. Naturally, I met Alina with my clothes on.
Alina is stunned. I think I'm the first person in the history of mankind to see Alina with such a stunned expression on her face.
While I was enjoying such a marvel, a meteorite fell on my solar plexus. More precisely, Alina's sharp punch shook my entire internal organs. The impact made me crouch down. I almost puked my colon out of my mouth.

'If you come in, I'll kill you. I'll chain you up and lock you in a dark room and make you listen to Anpanman March forever, so loud that your eardrums will burst. I'll only give you water and bread. I'll wear you out slowly. Don't you want that?

I nodded my head 'yes' without effort.

The costume change was over and Alina opened the sliding door with a bang. I was sitting on the gymnasium floor and reflexively jumped to my feet.
Her hair was in a ponytail, so I was impressed to see that she was actually willing to do it. She'd be cute if she'd just shut up.

'I'm going to hit you again.
'No, no, no, no violence. Pacifism is an illusion, but it is worth striving for. Take a page from Martin Luther King. You know him? Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.'


'I know. You're going. Now.'

You're a man of knowledge, I'll give you that. Not many high school students know the name Martin Luther King, Jr. To be honest, I was glad we could have this conversation.

The girls' tennis team is sweating like a sack of potatoes today. Let's go!



So here I am, in the soft tennis club with yellow voices flying around.
Everyone is wearing a skirt-like thing that flutters. I don't know much about it, but it looks like a disgrace to me. Think of the men's eyes, you son of a b*tc*. Think about what makes up a high school boy's brain. As for me, it's 80% 'sincerity' and 20% 'appetite', but the average high school boy's brain is made up of 10% 's*x drive'. That's right, it's all about s*x drive. Remember that, girls in the tennis club. All the boys except me are basically unclean.
Alina was almost beaten up by the sun. I lent her my hat. She took it very openly and said to me, 'I didn't expect a daphnia to have a hat.

Oh, it's a comet.

Shirana ran up to me. Then she took one look at the person next to me and was startled.

Oh, Alina! What's wrong?

Alina looks away. You shy little shit, aren't you? She crosses her arms to show her bad mood.

Hakuna. Me and Alina are the collectors. Have you talked to the director?
'Yeah. They said you're welcome. I mean, Yuri's the director.
'Oh, yeah!
'I should have told you right then and there. Just take your racket and hit the ball back as it flies toward the grass.
'Okay, here we go, Alina.
'Good luck today, Comet and Alina.
I'll take care of it.
Yeah.

There are two tennis courts. But they are not fenced. There is a wall on one side across the net, but there is grass on the other side. So they want us to collect the balls that fly to the grass side. This is certainly a factor that leads to a significant loss of practice time.
Alina and I borrowed a racket and headed for the lawn. The lawn was already littered with balls. It would certainly take time to retrieve them with that small number of players.
I immediately grabbed one of the balls and swung the racket vigorously.

What, you can't hit it?

Holding the ball in my left hand, I let it float a little and then quickly swung it with my racket as if it were breaking wind. But even though he swings the ball, he doesn't hit the ball.

d*mn, the ball, avoid me!

I hit it a few times. But it hit the edge of the racket, not the net, and flew off in a wrong direction.

'It's too difficult ...... what the hell is this sport ......'

I've never played tennis before. Today was the first time I played tennis. I don't know if this can be called tennis. I've never even touched a racket. I thought it would be a piece of cake to hit this huge net, but the racket seems to be laughing at me.
Right next to the ultra-amateur was Alina, who was hitting back with a nice pak-kon-pak-kon sound. What the hell is this guy? Is he a pro?
I watched him closely, trying to mimic his appearance, and swung vigorously. The ball dodges!

Are you an idiot?

Where's the pilot of the second plane, young lady? Don't you have to fight the apostles?

Tennis is too hard for you first, Alina.
'You're the one who took the job. You took on this job, didn't you?
'That's not what I'm saying. My balls avoid me.
'So'.

What do you mean by that? English So? Add something. Oh, it hits back nicely again. How do you hit it like that?
With a snap, snap, snap, Alina picked up the falling balls and hit them toward the court. She seemed to be enjoying herself. When she is reading, she is as fragile and beautiful as a French doll, but somehow lifeless. But now Alina seems alive. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought it was a positive effect.

Well. Hit me--

Apparently, Mr. Ball likes it better when he's lying in the grass. The ball falls down as if it were sucking on the grass. He goes to bed with the grass without even grazing the racket. You've got to be kidding me. Gravity, be a little more patient.

You're not going to hit anything with that, you idiot!

The pilot of the second plane spoke to me.

Why are you trying to hit the frame instead of the gut? It's not a sword. Do you want to take it out in the dark? Why don't you go back to Edo?'

What's with the jargon?

Please speak Japanese.


'Oh my God! You can't hit it or fly it unless it's part of the net!''
'I can't hit it. ......'
'If you keep in mind that the surface of the racket should be perpendicular to the ground, you'll hit it! You're such an idiot! It's still more fun to talk to a fly.'

I feel that BAKA is going to become a universal language because of the number of "baka" (idiots) being uttered. Anyway, I want to make up for it somehow, so I try to do as the pilot of the second plane says.
Then I hit the ball, though awkwardly, and it flew away with a swoosh.

It flew!
'Shut up. Of course it's going to fly. Keep it coming.'

I got the hang of it, and I sent out a series of balls, one after the other. It's quite fun. The sound was good, but the sensation in my hand was pleasant.
I hit the ball back, shouting "Ola, ola! It's fun. A little further away, Alina was hitting the ball with beautiful form. Even I, an amateur, thought she was good. Her aura is different. That's probably why the girls on the court were looking at her every now and then.
You're a popular girl!