Making a grand entrance! Shinji Tokita and Kotobuki Ryujirou marched in with the most arrogant stride, nostrils flared, leading their somewhat reluctant subordinates into the tennis court.
Since Izu University's tennis court used an underground structure, the other Pab club seniors who came along could only sadly watch from above.
"Yu! Go for it!"
"Try to hit a home run!"
"Are you guys drunk! At least get the rules straight! And I'm not in the starting lineup!"
Seriously doubting that this group was here to watch a monkey show, and seeing that both Tokita-senpai and Kotobuki-senpai were already drooling with anticipation, he shouted loudly up to them: "Hey! Stop drinking! We'll lose the prize money if we don't win the match!"
"Oh! He actually thinks he can win! How spirited, Yu!"
"Seriously, these guys really didn't plan on winning, did they!"
His forehead throbbing with veins from the seniors' antics, Miyazawa Yu stood aggressively at the net, face-to-face with the Tinker Bell participants.
However, the friendly exchange of sportsmanship before the match was now filled with hostility.
"I didn't expect you guys to accept the challenge. So, as agreed, it's a best-of-three, two-on-two match, with substitutes allowed in the second half."
"Oh!"
"Although I don't understand it at all, we'll go with what you said!"
With small, confused eyes, Shinji Tokita and Kotobuki Ryujirou had only played tennis a few times, knowing only how to score. They were completely clueless about the formal match structure.
Therefore, they naturally agreed to whatever the dark-skinned Kudou said! They had no objections!
They didn't object at all? They really must be novices. He truly didn't know where they got the courage to accept the challenge.
Putting on a good show, Kudou knew exactly how terrifying Kotobuki Ryujirou and Shinji Tokita's strength was.
So, he maintained a harmless expression, trying to conceal the advantage his rules gave Tinker Bell.
The situation, however, was progressing too smoothly. The conditions full of his hidden intentions were glossed over, so much so that he didn't even have a chance to start mocking them!
"Yo, Kitahara Iori. Your cross-dressing last time was quite good~ Why didn't you wear it today?"
Although he couldn't fire shots at Kotobuki and Tokita, he seized the opportunity to contemptuously raise an eyebrow at Kitahara Iori.
He was trying to attack the latter's most untouchable masculine pride with the black history of cross-dressing.
"Poof—"
Unable to suppress his laughter, Miyazawa Yu didn't miss Iori cross-dressing, but was mocking Kudou for only launching such a weak attack after brooding for so long.
One must remember that in a place like the Pab club, where naked bodies ran rampant, having a piece of cloth on, let alone cross-dressing, even wearing briefs was considered modest!
As expected, Kitahara Iori was completely unfazed, raising a finger and returning a non-sequitur: "Hmph, you too!"
"I've never cross-dressed, you bastard!"
Wiping his mouth, Miyazawa Yu thought that for some reason, the bastards of the Pab club seemed to naturally possess the ability to make others lose their cool.
The dark-skinned Kudou knew he couldn't beat Iori in shamelessness, so he found another path and aimed his attack at the two new faces in the team.
"Huh? Your club actually managed to find such beautiful newcomers?"
"...Y-yes."
Stiffly holding her face taut, Yoshiwara Aina used every trick to look like an idiot, lest her former employer recognize her.
"Uwaah... he actually mistook her for a newcomer? And he's hitting on her! Scumbag!"
"So the Cakey Makeup skin was meant to defend against external enemies?"
Now it seemed that Yoshiwara Aina's heavy makeup wasn't a waste after all. At least it shielded her from scum who only judged by looks.
Just when Miyazawa Yu thought everything was over and he could rest outside the court, he was unexpectedly stopped by Kudou with a forced smile.
"And this younger brother, joining the Pab club is such a waste. Why don't you come visit us at Tinker Bell? We have many girls!"
"…?"
He didn't recognize him and wanted to poach him!
"Seriously! Yu once slapped a bra onto his face. Should we remind him?"
"Now that you mention it..."
Feeling his brain working, Kitahara Iori closed his eyes in a headache and quickly came to a conclusion, watching the absurd scene—
It seemed that the scumbag Kudou had indeed never seen Yu in his ordinary sportswear!
Their first impression was a muscle brother. The second time they met, Yu had Azusa-senpai's makeup on his face. So Kudou was definitely not joking!
"PS! PS! Yu, why don't you sacrifice yourself and go undercover for the opposition?"
"Absolutely not!"
His eyes curving into crescent moons, Miyazawa Yu found that tricking others was addictive.
This unhealthy trend of mutual sabotage in the Pab club! He really didn't know where it came from!
"Wait a moment? Is someone missing? Where is Chisa?"
"Right here—"
A smiling voice came from behind. Miyazawa Yu turned around and his eyes instantly lit up—both Chisa and Nanaka-san were dressed in classic tennis skirts. Standing together, they were stunning!
"You look so beautiful, Chisa. Is Nanaka-san going to play later too?"
"Mhm—only Chisa will be playing. After all, I'm not a student anymore!"
"How can you say that? Nanaka-san is always the youngest and most beautiful in my eyes!"
Rushing over and dragging Nanaka-san away for a private moment, Kitahara Iori glanced at Chisa thighs, despite his disdain for Yu over-the-top behavior.
If he remembered correctly, the two of them should be boyfriend and girlfriend now...
"Um, Chisa."
"Ha?"
"It's nothing..."
Stared at with an expression of looking at trash, Kitahara Iori felt utterly ashamed. Yu hadn't even officially started dating her, yet he could openly enjoy the perks.
As for himself, he was restricted by Chisa, even his mixer was ruined, and now he couldn't even bring himself to ask to look at her legs!
"Alright, now it's our time to shine. Let's begin!"
"Tokita-senpai! Kotobuki-senpai! Go for it!! Take them down!"
The first match quickly began. The two colossal figures faced off against the experienced tennis club members, with Shinji Tokita serving first.
"Yosh! Got it—"
Waving his racket at Aina, who was cheering from the sidelines, he threw the ball gently high into the air with a harmless, squinting expression.
"Three, two, one! Ura!!!"
Swoosh! No one saw how the tennis ball flew out. At least Shinji Tokita's opponent only felt a sharp pain in his hand, and his racket was already sent flying.
Looking at Shinji Tokita's expression, from Miyazawa Yu perspective as an observer, one might think a giant had invaded if no one said he was human.
In short, brute force doesn't always guarantee miracles, but super brute force infinitely increases the probability of a miracle happening!
"Was that shot okay?"
[15 to 0.]
"It seems so!"
Okay, my foot!
Nearly scared to death, the unlucky guy from the tennis club looked at the two muscle hunks across the court and was immediately struck with a face-contorting expression reminiscent of The Scream.
Was that a tennis ball just now? It was clearly a guided cruise missile. Didn't you see it almost knocked a hole in the wire fence!
If that hit him, he would be scattered into pieces! Does Tinker Bell cover workplace injuries for its members!
"Tch, it's okay! Don't be afraid. That kind of strong serve only happens once or twice. He'll definitely self-destruct!"
Watching more clearly from the sidelines, the dark-skinned Kudou didn't expect the power imbalance to be so overwhelmingly disadvantageous!
But it didn't matter. He had prepared a fallback in the rules. They only needed to defend against the Pab club's relentless offense in the first half!
"Mhm... Mhm!"
He wanted to say you do it yourself, but considering the authority of the club president, the Tinker Bell member on the court reluctantly suppressed his fear and forced himself to meet the enemy.
Unfortunately, a deficit in strength was a deficit in strength, and Shinji Tokita and Kotobuki Ryujirou's stamina also far exceeded their estimates.
"Yee-haw!!!"
"It's in again!"
"Ow!!!"
"Ugh... I caught it!"
Finally catching a ball, the Tinker Bell member was on the verge of tears. He never expected that after studying tennis for so long, he would be overjoyed just to hit the ball back.
Although the return was a high and slow good ball, a smash was completely different from a serve. The difficulty for a layman was poles apart...
The jumping figure blocked the sunlight. Kotobuki Ryujirou made no attempt to hide it. He gripped the tennis racket with both hands, raised it high, and then let out a roar.
"Ora!!!"
"Bang! Thud!"
The tennis ball hit the grass and the wall, making two muffled sounds respectively, and finally rebounded to roll at the referee's feet.
"Gulp, 45:0!"
Fearing being killed by a tennis ball if he made an unfair ruling, the referee immediately shouted the score loudly to show impartiality.
"...Move!"
The completely one-sided bombardment was too painful for President Kudou to watch, but even in this adversity, the corner of his mouth curved into a calm smile as he quietly instructed the girl next to him.