It's Sakurai's turn to be on duty in the afternoon.

After cleaning the classroom, she simply searched the school again to replenish the inventory of chalk and card issuance.

At the end, the sunset dyed large areas of fire in the sky, reflecting the empty school with a little more long sense of loneliness.

Sakurai Sei came out of the last plundering point and stretched.

It was almost 6 o'clock, and the work of various clubs was over. She stood in the corridor and stared at the sports field covered by the sunset.

The wind blows from a distance, and the air is filled with the fragrance of leaves. Below is the place where the baseball team trains, and you can hear the sound of hitting the baseball from time to time.

……ah.

Sakurai walked to the guardrail and stared at the boy running on the baseball field, trying to identify the other person's identity.

It seems...it's Yamamoto.

He was obviously all out of the room, but he stayed alone on the court and practiced baseball persistently.

She thought for a while, ran to the vending machine downstairs, pressed two boxes of drinks, and walked towards the stadium.

baseball.

Holding the ball stick tightly with both hands, waving it vigorously, passing a smooth arc in the air. The ball and the metal rod collided with a "bang" sound, immediately rotated rapidly, and flew straight to the distance.

After the baton swing, the boy's shoulders and waist twisted at an extremely beautiful angle. A few drops of sweat flew out in an instant, and were illuminated by the sunset, emitting stark light.

Take Yamamoto, who had finished swinging the baton, did not look back, and threw down the baton and started running the base. He stepped onto the various base bags quickly and rushed to the home base. Finally, he raised his head in the rising dust, just in front of Sakurai's sight.

"Yamamoto player, get one point."

She is serious.

A clear smile immediately appeared on the boy's face.

"Sakuri, are you leaving now?" Takeshi Yamamoto picked up the baseball bat on the ground and stood up.

He was wearing a white baseball uniform and a blue baseball cap on his head. His slim clothes were soaked in sweat and stuck to his body, outlining his tight and thin waist.

The slightly brown skin, tall figure, face and eyes after exercise have the unique youthful beauty of a young man... No wonder it is so popular.

"Well, I'm on duty today." Xing Sakurai handed him the gungun yogurt with one hand and served milk with the other, "Give it, please do multiple-choice questions."

"Oh, thank you!" The boy took the milk without thinking, inserted the straw and took a deep breath. "Huh--I'm alive."

[[Take Yamamoto] seems to like your gift [and serve milk], favorability 1]

Do you like milk? Fortunately, I bought two different flavors.

Sakurai opened the gungun yogurt and took a sip, "The other team members have all been exposed. Do you still need to practice?"

"No, I'm almost going back. If it's too late, the Discipline Committee will come to arrest people."

...The Feng Discipline Commissioner is really everywhere.

She looked at the empty baseball stadium, picked up a baseball and put it in the box. "I'll help you clean up."

"Okay, thank you." Yamamoto took his last sip of milk, put the empty box into the trash can, and began to pick up baseballs scattered on the ground. "But isn't your feet okay?"

"It's okay... I've been to the health care room and it's gone nowhere at noon, so don't worry."

“Hmm…”

Take Yamamoto stopped talking.

[Feelings take effect]

[You noticed that there seemed to be a gaze behind you.]

...If this still needs perception, you don't have to guess who it is.

Sakurai stopped picking up a baseball, turned around, and Takemasato Yamamoto looked at this side with a steady look.

"What's wrong?" Sakurai Sei was confused by his sight. Just as he was thinking about whether he had done something strange, he saw a thoughtful smile on Yamamoto's face: "Well... I always feel a little shocked. What are you and Sawada's performance today."

"Are you handsome?"

"So handsome!"

"...Which side is more handsome?" Sakurai Xing was silent for a moment and asked seriously, "I am more handsome, or is Ah Takashi the last one who succeeded?"

"Hey--I actually ask such offensive questions."

"Yes. You can't say that both sides are the same."

"It's really a headache... Well, it seems that you have to answer honestly." Takeshi Yamamoto looked distressed and touched his chin, "... Generally speaking, you will think that Ah Takashi who succeeded is more handsome...? But..."

In her increasingly dangerous sight, the boy stretched his tone and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Personally, the guy who gave the Zhanshu is even more handsome."

[Get the heartfelt praise from the students, Charm 3]

Sakurai Sei retracted his death gaze with satisfaction: "Thank you, Yamamoto, indeed, has a good vision."

This wasn't what she forced to say.

"Well... that's it." Take Yamamoto smiled, lowered his head to check the situation of the serving machine, and said casually: "Anyway-I will be optimistic about you in the subsequent duel, come on."

Do you like her...

Sakurai looked at him thoughtfully.

When the boy squatted on one knee and bent down, the lines on his back and waist were very smooth, with a sense of power.

That muscle...

...Exercised very well.

She retracted her gaze and picked up a baseball again. The small baseball was just enough to be held with one hand. The leather surface had rough patterns, and it felt unexpectedly hard when holding it in her hand.

This is a hard baseball.

The school clubs should use soft baseball... Is he practicing hard baseball himself...?

Is it for the Jiaziyuan in high school?... While others were still focusing on this moment, his eyes kept looking ahead.

Yamamoto, who can hit such a ball so far...is very strong.

Always, I have always looked at others with a ease and never looked back.

Therefore... she was not treated as an opponent.

"...Well, thank you. But Yamamoto..."

The girl's voice was very gentle. Her clear voice should have reminded people of soft and beautiful things, but the slight difference mixed with the calm tone made Take Yamamoto pause and look over subconsciously.

She turned her back to this side, and from his direction, she could only see her slender spine and soft black hair, and she couldn't see her expression clearly.

"My goal is not just A Gang."

The atmosphere has changed.

The soft voice, slightly cold words, two contradictory feelings are intertwined, so strange that it makes people unable to take their attention away.

Sakurai held the scattered baseball in his arms and stood up.

She turned around and looked down at him against the light.

In the bloody sunset, half of the girl's face was hidden in the gray shadow, and her expression was so serious that it was a bit terrifying.

"...You are also the target."

The pair of lilac eyes embedded in the snow-white cheeks, as if shining.

Takeshi Yamamoto for two seconds, feeling stressed, and his body shivered slightly for a moment.

"ha……"

He heard his throat and let out a strange, hoarse smile.

So that's how it feels...

He finally knew why Tsunayoshi Sawada, who had been just doing nothing, became so abnormal today.

Some things, some things, can only be understood after truly seeing them—

Physical education class was good at that time or now...

This expression, this look...

It's simply irrelevant incitement.

"...I'll spare me."

Yamamoto lowered his head, murmured almost to himself, stood up and looked at her with a fluent look.

"star--"

His expression finally became serious, and his brown eyes seemed to hunting hawks: "... From now on, I will take you seriously."

"Be enlightened."

[Yamamoto Takeshi's favorability to you: 65 (【Yamamoto Takeshi】Looking forward to becoming your strong rival.)]

At the baseball stadium under the setting sun, the two of them looked at each other silently for a moment, and the corners of Sakurai's mouth slowly rose.
To be continued...