Chapter 2: Ever-changing Daily Life
Translated by BunnyByun
Edited by ArroganceComplex
Episode 24: Iori GANBARE!!! part 1
The class matches are held over two days, Thursday and Friday.
Today, the first day, there would be men’s and women’s basketball, baseball, and women’s table tennis. On the second day, men’s and women’s volleyball, soccer, and softball.
Each event is a tournament, and the draw was held earlier this morning..
Our class was well on its way to the finals of both men’s and women’s basketball.
Our opponents in the finals were… Sawai’s class from the second year.
We’re currently in the gym getting ready for the boys’ final, which will be held before the girls’.
“But this uhh what was it again? uh yeah Ishida guy doesn’t really pass the ball to me.”
As I practiced shooting in the ring at the end of the gym, I couldn’t help but mutter.
Yes, the ball had rarely gone my way in the games leading up to the finals.
As I had planned beforehand, the ball was first collected by Ishida, who was the most talented player.
If he can score, that’s fine, but if it’s difficult, he’ll pass it on to someone else.
Ishida’s pride gets in the way of this process, and the ball is not passed to me.
To be honest, I’m frustrated.
When I’m playing with the army guys, I’m on a stress-free rampage, so today’s game, in which I’m just trying to mark my opponents, is just plain annoying.
And above all, Sawai.
That day, Sawai challenged me to a match for Christina.
Of course, I immediately refused, and I had no intention of taking him seriously.
Word that we are competing spread far and wide, and it seems that it’s because of the girls Sawai had brought with him.
Even if you explain it to Cheena and ask her to turn it down, Sawai will quickly leave…
As if to relieve my exasperation, I slammed the ball down on the floor as hard as I could.
“I’m sorry, Yori. It’s my fault you got into trouble.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’re a victim too, and I’ll do something about it even if I lose.”
Cheena, who had been sitting on the wall watching me, said to me apologetically.
It was not her fault, of course, so I replied, and resumed my shooting practice.
That’s when it happened,
“Kyaah! Sawai-kun!” (E/N: Tch normies always get the attention.)
“Sawai-senpai!”
The gymnasium echoed with a vomit-inducing cheer.
I’ll say it again, I’m going to puke.(E/N: I agree my friend i’ll gladly do it with you in the same moment.)
Who were they?
It was the girls in the second floor viewing corridor who raised their voices.
The reason, of course, was… Sawai’s entrance.
“Hey, guys! I hope you enjoy my play again today!”
Sawai answered the cheers with fan service, and the audience became even more excited.
“Don’t lose to Kagami!”
“Do it, Sawai-kun!”
“Do it, Sawai-senpai!”
Do it?! Don’t make me look like a berserker!!!
If you’re going to make fun of Illya, I won’t let you get away with it, and neither will the author!
(T/N: The author here used Berserker and Illya as a reference for a master and slave. It is from the series Fate/Stay Night series. Iori is the slave and Cheena is the master. Well, correct me if I’m wrong.)
That, what’s an author?
Sawai sent me a message in a loud voice while I was getting angry at the insensitive audience.
“Kagami! Are you there! Let’s give it our all and have a good match today!”
Ugh, the guts.
Me being exposed to the public because of Sawai.
Haaaaaaaaaa.
As I heaved a huge sigh, it was time for the finals to begin.
～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～
The match begins.
In class matches, each quarter is 10 minutes long, and the match is held until the second quarter.
First, the first quarter.
This was actually Sawai’s rampage.
“Look, look, look! If you don’t defend properly, you’ll lose!”
Sawai scored 10 points, then 16, and so on.
It’s true that he’s strong.
If it’s just his height, he’s as good as the US Army guys.
With his physical strength, he was able to easily break through the defense and score a goal on the power play.
He scored again.
“Oh, Sawai! That’s great!”
“Yes, Sawai-senpai! Kagami is no match for you!”
Every time he scored, the foxes cheered for him.
Chapter 2: Ever-changing Daily Life
Translated by BunnyByun
Edited by ArroganceComplex
Episode 24: Iori GANBARE!!! part 1
The class matches are held over two days, Thursday and Friday.
Today, the first day, there would be men’s and women’s basketball, baseball, and women’s table tennis. On the second day, men’s and women’s volleyball, soccer, and softball.
Each event is a tournament, and the draw was held earlier this morning..
Our class was well on its way to the finals of both men’s and women’s basketball.
Our opponents in the finals were… Sawai’s class from the second year.
We’re currently in the gym getting ready for the boys’ final, which will be held before the girls’.
“But this uhh what was it again? uh yeah Ishida guy doesn’t really pass the ball to me.”
As I practiced shooting in the ring at the end of the gym, I couldn’t help but mutter.
Yes, the ball had rarely gone my way in the games leading up to the finals.
As I had planned beforehand, the ball was first collected by Ishida, who was the most talented player.
If he can score, that’s fine, but if it’s difficult, he’ll pass it on to someone else.
Ishida’s pride gets in the way of this process, and the ball is not passed to me.
To be honest, I’m frustrated.
When I’m playing with the army guys, I’m on a stress-free rampage, so today’s game, in which I’m just trying to mark my opponents, is just plain annoying.
And above all, Sawai.
That day, Sawai challenged me to a match for Christina.
Of course, I immediately refused, and I had no intention of taking him seriously.
Word that we are competing spread far and wide, and it seems that it’s because of the girls Sawai had brought with him.
Even if you explain it to Cheena and ask her to turn it down, Sawai will quickly leave…
As if to relieve my exasperation, I slammed the ball down on the floor as hard as I could.
“I’m sorry, Yori. It’s my fault you got into trouble.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’re a victim too, and I’ll do something about it even if I lose.”
Cheena, who had been sitting on the wall watching me, said to me apologetically.
It was not her fault, of course, so I replied, and resumed my shooting practice.
That’s when it happened,
“Kyaah! Sawai-kun!” (E/N: Tch normies always get the attention.)
“Sawai-senpai!”
The gymnasium echoed with a vomit-inducing cheer.
I’ll say it again, I’m going to puke.(E/N: I agree my friend i’ll gladly do it with you in the same moment.)
Who were they?
It was the girls in the second floor viewing corridor who raised their voices.
The reason, of course, was… Sawai’s entrance.
“Hey, guys! I hope you enjoy my play again today!”
Sawai answered the cheers with fan service, and the audience became even more excited.
“Don’t lose to Kagami!”
“Do it, Sawai-kun!”
“Do it, Sawai-senpai!”
Do it?! Don’t make me look like a berserker!!!
If you’re going to make fun of Illya, I won’t let you get away with it, and neither will the author!
(T/N: The author here used Berserker and Illya as a reference for a master and slave. It is from the series Fate/Stay Night series. Iori is the slave and Cheena is the master. Well, correct me if I’m wrong.)
That, what’s an author?
Sawai sent me a message in a loud voice while I was getting angry at the insensitive audience.
“Kagami! Are you there! Let’s give it our all and have a good match today!”
Ugh, the guts.
Me being exposed to the public because of Sawai.
Haaaaaaaaaa.
As I heaved a huge sigh, it was time for the finals to begin.
～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～
The match begins.
In class matches, each quarter is 10 minutes long, and the match is held until the second quarter.
First, the first quarter.
This was actually Sawai’s rampage.
“Look, look, look! If you don’t defend properly, you’ll lose!”
Sawai scored 10 points, then 16, and so on.
It’s true that he’s strong.
If it’s just his height, he’s as good as the US Army guys.
With his physical strength, he was able to easily break through the defense and score a goal on the power play.
He scored again.
“Oh, Sawai! That’s great!”
“Yes, Sawai-senpai! Kagami is no match for you!”
Every time he scored, the foxes cheered for him.
