COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

A young man with black hair, almost all covered with white bandages, and wearing kyudo uniforms walked onto the field.

There was a fierce salute and cheers outside the stadium.

"Come on! Come on! Tsushima-kun!" came a uniform cheering sound.

Shuji Tsushima, who was adjusting his bow and arrow, suddenly stiffened.

I looked up subconsciously and saw a group of girls wearing Hyokui uniforms, holding red banners, dancing like a cheerleader, and shouting loudly.

"Come on! Come on! Tsushima-kun!"

Shuji Tsushima: Death Gaze.

He looked at Keigo Atobe, who had a confident face and a natural expression of "We are friends, this is what we should do" written all over his face, and fell into silence.

Before he could fully accept this painful reality, he heard a uniform and extremely loud voice coming from the other side of the Ice Emperor cheerleading team.

"Fighting! fighting! Master Tsushima!"

Shuji Tsushima looked stiffly to the other side and saw a familiar Teiko uniform and a familiar face.

Ah, he is a member of the Teiko Tsushima Shuji Support Club...

Turn the time back to a few minutes ago.

When the Hyotei Academy cheerleading team first started cheering, the president of the Teikou Support Club looked at the leading Hyotei girl on the other side with an unbearable death gaze.

"Damn it! You actually let Hyokui's people get the lead! Sisters! Pull up the banners we prepared! Let's shout slogans! They must be more powerful than Hyokui's group!" said the president of Diguang's support club.

"Yes!" Everyone seemed to be burning with the flame called faith, and their emotions were intense.

At the same time, on the other side, the black-clothed bodyguards of the Tsushima family also pulled up the banner prepared by Butler Tanaka and shouted loudly not to be outdone.

"Come on! Come on! Master Xiuzhi!"

The three parties were fighting like a slugfest, with no one surrendering, and the cheers getting louder than the other, as if they would never give up until the other two parties were called autistic.

Shuji Tsushima: ...I really appreciate you.

He felt the envious and jealous looks from the contestants around him, and the arm holding the bow trembled slightly.

I also want to give you this kind of dignity!!!

I don’t need this heavy honor!!!

On the other side, Atobe Keigo looked at Teikou's support group in surprise.

"Does the Teikou Archery Club actually have a support club?" Isn't Teikou the most famous for basketball?

Akashi Seijuro fell into suspicious silence after hearing this.

"I think this should be Tsushima-kun's private fan club." He said this, as if thinking of the fan club he had when he was still in Teikou, his expression suddenly became speechless.

"Oh, isn't that great? That guy Tsushima Shuji..." Atobe Keigo raised his eyebrows and suddenly looked at the black-haired boy in the field in surprise.

Shuji Tsushima: Died on the spot.

Shuji Tsushima fell silent.

Shuji Tsushima decided to give up.

Shuji Tsushima began to give up on himself.

"Pa." A clear finger snap sound spread throughout the audience.

Immediately, the support from all three parties fell silent.

On Hyotei's side, it was because of conditioned reflex. After all, Atobe Keigo had been snapping his fingers to talk, so they fell silent as soon as they heard the snap of their fingers.

Teikou and Butler Tanaka, on the other hand, were always paying attention to Tsushima Shuji's movements. Looking at his finger snapping action, they guessed what he might say, so they also became quiet.

This resulted in the scene where Tsushima Shuji snapped his fingers and the entire audience fell silent.

The black-haired boy had a cool and dignified tone, and a calm and unhurried attitude. The microphone attached to his clothes carried his words throughout the audience.

"Declaration, the winner will only be me." He said.

Suddenly the whole place was in an uproar.

"Ah, isn't this very beautifully done? It looks a bit like my grandpa." Keigo Atobe said in an appreciative tone.

"Tsushima-kun, it turns out..." He would also say something like this.

Akashi Seijuro thought to himself.

After all, the other party looks cold and emotionless, but can he actually say such hateful words?

As expected, people cannot be judged by their appearance, Tsushima-kun.

Shuji Tsushima: As long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

As long as I let myself go! No one else can harm me!

At this moment, I don’t know how many people regard him as an enemy.

I want to pull him off the platform, stomp on his face a few times, and then tell the group of people who support him: "Look, the guy you support is so weak that you can't bear to look at it..."

However, soon, their ideas were ruthlessly shattered.

…

"Ten Rings"

"Ten Rings"

The supervisor responsible for recording the scores of the "Ten Rings" announced the results loudly while pulling out the arrow from the bullseye.

My heart was extremely shocked.

Because from the beginning to the end, the opponent's arrows only left a mark on the bullseye. Every arrow after the first one was shot steadily on the mark left by the first arrow without any deviation.

.

"Ten Rings"

"Ten Rings"

"Ten Rings"

The referee's voice made many people stunned.

"How can it be……"

"Is this something a human can do?"

"That guy must not be human."

Someone collapsed.

"How can we compete with a guy like this..." someone complained.

"Participant Shuji Tsushima fired a total of 72 arrows, with a total score of...720 points." The referee's shocked voice came from the radio.

At this time, fierce cheers came from all around.

The three-party support team shouted loudly again.

But no one pays attention to them anymore.

Their eyes were all fixed on the black-haired boy, watching his indifferent posture that remained unchanged from beginning to end, watching his refreshing appearance without a drop of sweat, and watching his eyes that were so calm and empty.

The exposed kite-colored right eye never reflected their shadow from beginning to end.

Silence without saying a word, arrogance from above.

"This kind of guy... why should we put him in the qualifying round!" Seeing the opponent being escorted into the car by a row of black bodyguards, after the team left, some players helplessly shouted towards the referee's seat.

No one refuted what he said was wrong.

That guy is obviously not on the same level as them...

"With such strength... let's just award the championship to him!" One player threw down his longbow, shouted in grief and anger, and gave up the competition.

Atobe Keigo and Akashi Seijuro looked at each other and exited the venue.

"Tsushima-kun is so pitiful..." Suou Tamaki's voice came.

"I am treated like this by others just because I am too strong." He said dissatisfied.

"There's nothing we can do about it, he's much better than other players." Feng Jingye raised his glasses and spoke calmly, as if he had seen through everything.

"Those who give up on themselves because they are inferior to others are just losers." Atobe Keigo said with an upbeat tone as he walked out of the venue.

"On this point, I agree with Atobe-kun." Akashi Seijuro said in a gentle tone.

Reminds me of what happened when I was too strong in the Generation of Miracles.

"But I really didn't expect that Tsushima-kun would be so strong." Suoh Taman said in disbelief.

…

[The performance of the game is as gorgeous as my support.——atobe]

[Looking forward to the time when you hold the championship trophy.——akashi]

Shuji Tsushima looked at the text messages on his mobile phone and listened to the gushing praises from the co-pilot butler Tanaka, and fell into deep thought.

Shuji Tsushima: Thank you, can you do it again?