Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

“It's very simple.”

Among all the people present, only Yukinoshita Yukino understood the intention behind Yozora's approach.

“He's putting pressure on the opponent.”

“Putting pressure?”

“That's right.”

Yukino nodded slightly and explained calmly.

“Amano-san, you can imagine if he used that kind of move in the first round of every match, then the opponent would be mentally prepared.”

“But if Yuihama-san plays a normal match first, and then, when the opponent gradually adapts to this rhythm, he suddenly uses such a dangerous shot again.”

“Clearly, the second method is the most nerve-wracking and frightening.”

Just as Yukinoshita Yukino said.

The thing people fear most is the unknown they cannot control.

It's like a death row inmate; if you tell him the exact date of his execution, he might actually feel relaxed and content until that date approaches.

But if you say that he will be executed on a randomly selected date within the next ninety days…

Then, this death row inmate will spend the most terrifying ninety days of his life, living in fear of death, constantly on edge.

In the end, he might even beg to be executed as soon as possible.

Yozora's approach is similar.

Yukinoshita Yukino wouldn't believe that the opponent had truly mishit that last ball.

It was obviously to put pressure on Miura Yumiko.

The tennis ball embedded in the fence and the racket with a broken net were meant to make Miura Yumiko imagine how much force was behind that last ball.

Then, Miura Yumiko would unconsciously start thinking about the serious consequences if that ball had hit her body or face.

Judging from the trembling of her body and the expression on her face at this moment, it's clear.

The pressure has been applied.

Yukinoshita Yukino herself isn't good at this kind of tactic, but she's very familiar with it.

Because her sister, Haruno, often uses similar methods in negotiations, gradually breaking down the opponent's psychological defenses.

“Do you want to continue?”

Faced with Yozora's smiling inquiry and seeing him casually waving his tennis racket, no one present would think he was joking.

Miura Yumiko's mental endurance finally reached its limit.

She slumped to the ground, her delicate face drooping, and her head, which was always held high with pride, finally lowered.

“I… I forfeit the match.”

“It would have been better to do that sooner.”

Yozora had a kind smile on his face, but combined with the two tennis balls embedded in the fence and the racket with a broken net, no one present would think he was joking just now.

“Now that you've lost, prepare to accept the punishment.”

Yozora dropped the racket in his hand and slowly walked to Miura Yumiko, looking down at her.

Miura Yumiko, who was always proud and never looked up to anyone, felt incredibly small at this moment.

“Miura-san.”

Hearing Yozora's voice, Miura Yumiko subconsciously nodded in response.

“Yes…”

“Yuihama-san said that you wrote me a letter?”

“Yes…”

Saying this, Miura Yumiko's cheeks flushed red, and she tried to appear calm as she explained.

“I just wanted to get to know you, there's absolutely no other meaning, it's not that kind of… confession letter, please… please don't misunderstand.”

“I know that.”

Yozora nodded noncommittally, then smiled.

“Then do you know why I threw your letter into the trash without even looking at it?”

Hearing this, Miura Yumiko couldn't help but frown slightly.

She has a proud personality and cares a lot about her image.

Being told such an embarrassing thing in front of her friends by such a direct statement made it difficult for the proud Miura Yumiko to accept.

Before Miura Yumiko could speak, Yozora said softly.

“You asked Yuigahama Yui to pass on the letter, but you didn't actually want to get to know me, nor did you want to join our club.”

“Perhaps you want to say that these are just your thoughts.”

“But in reality, you have no interest in me as a person or in the Hyper Club itself.”

“You only made this move because I am the most watched person in Sobu High School, and the Hyper Club is the most watched club.”

“You just felt that if you could act with us, you would get more attention.”

“Miura-san…”

Yozora looked directly into Miura Yumiko's eyes and said with a smile, word by word.

“You are really weak.”

Hearing this, not only did Miura Yumiko's expression change.

Even Yukinoshita Yukino's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

It wasn't that she disagreed with Yozora's assessment of Miura Yumiko.

On the contrary.

It was because Yukinoshita Yukino's view of people like Miura Yumiko was exactly the same as Yozora's.

On the surface, they seem to be popular figures in the school, the core of their class.

In reality…

They are just weak people who need the attention of others to cover up their mediocrity.

The more attention these people need, the more it represents how lacking they are in self-identity.

It's just that Yukino didn't expect that Yozora, who always had different opinions from her, would actually have the same view on people like Miura Yumiko as she did.

It seems…

That she and him are not as incompatible as she originally thought, and not unable to cooperate.

“Alright, you should leave now.”

Yozora waved his hand and stood up.

Hayama Hayato frowned slightly and hesitated.

“Um… Yozora-san, aren't you being a little too harsh? Miura-san just wanted to get to know you, she didn't…”

“Eh?”

Yozora looked like he had just discovered Hayama Hayato, with a curious expression on his face.

“Who are you?”

Hayama Hayato was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile.

“Didn't we introduce ourselves just now… My name is Hayama Hayato…”

Before Hayama Hayato could finish speaking, Yozora unleashed a smooth combo.

“Don't know you, not interested, doesn't matter.”

Hayama Hayato's personality can be completely summarized in one word.

Good person.

A truly good person.

Yozora has no interest in Hayama Hayato, the ace of the soccer club, who has a sunny and cheerful personality.

His personality is so good that it makes him feel very bored.

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Yukinoshita Yukino began to take over the match.

She stood in front of Miura Yumiko and the others and said in a calm tone.

“Now that you have lost, please leave as soon as possible and don't disturb our practice.”

A girl wearing glasses walked over and helped Miura Yumiko, who was slumped on the ground, up, and said worriedly.

“Are you okay? Yumiko?”

Miura Yumiko pushed the other party's hand away and stood up on her own, gritting her teeth.

“Don't be nosy, I'm fine!”

Obviously, the evaluation of being weak that Yozora gave had deeply stung Miura Yumiko's heart.

A famous philosopher once said.

Lies don't hurt, the truth is the sharp knife.

Because deep down, Miura Yumiko herself knows that she is actually a very weak person who needs the attention of others.

Therefore, Yozora's fair evaluation will have such an excellent defense-breaking effect.

…

After Miura Yumiko and the others left, Yozora waved to Totsuka Saika, who was still sitting in the referee's position.

“It's your turn, Totsuka-san.”

At this time, Yuigahama Yui and the others understood.

Before starting, the sentence that Yozora said, something about a cruel trial of the soul…

It wasn't chuunibyou, it was a real trial!?

Amano Haruna knew Yozora's strength best, and couldn't help but look worried.

“Totsuka-san, why don't we…”

Before Amano Haruna could finish speaking, she saw Totsuka Saika climb down from the high chair, holding a tennis racket, and standing on the other end of the court.

He held the handle with both hands, his face showing a determined look as if he was ready to die, and slowly opened his mouth.

“I understand, Yozora-san, please guide me!”

“Very good.”

Yozora nodded with satisfaction.

“Totsuka-san, I feel your resolve! Receive the ball!”

“Okay!”

…

Two hours later.

Looking at the gradually darkening sky and Totsuka Saika, who was lying on the court without any regard for his image, looking like he had survived a catastrophe, Yukinoshita Yukino's eyes showed a rare hint of admiration.

She thought that although Totsuka-san looked gentle and weak, and even looked like a petite and cute beautiful girl, she didn't expect him to have such a strong determination.

At the beginning, Yozora only used simple and unadorned tennis moves, but he would suddenly increase his strength in a certain round.

It can be said that this seems to be an ordinary tennis practice.

In fact, for Totsuka Saika, this is a death tennis match that could happen at any time, and the next second the ball could graze his ear.

Under such great pressure, his hitting movements and footwork were completely deformed.

However, the training effect was also very significant.

From the initial helplessness to two hours later, Totsuka Saika had begun to adapt to this kind of pressure.