Higashiba Hazuki Is Bad at Sports

[Kishibe Sando, you read this passage.]

[Yes, teacher—]

Will I be discovered.

I muttered to myself.

To be honest, I am not a despicable person.

But in this situation, panic was unavoidable.

Because he was coming over.

Akiyama had always liked Haruko.

After knowing him for so many years, this was obvious.

He also held an undeniable sense of vigilance toward anyone who got close to Haruko.

Including me, his friend.

There had been several times when I talked with Haruko, only to be stopped and interrogated by him.

At that time, his attitude was extremely vicious.

Like he was glaring at a thief or a robber who had invaded his interests.

He felt unfamiliar.

Only after things were explained clearly would he relax.

Then he would act as if nothing had happened and say,

“Yamabira, your body is way too weak, I can lift you up so easily.”

If he knew that the source of that letter was me.

That I wrote it with my own hands.

And personally handed it to Haruko.

He would never let me off.

I guarantee it.

Thinking of that, my body began to tremble unconsciously.

Just imagining such a scene was enough to fill me with terror.

I cannot let him know.

Absolutely not.

So I kept my expression steady and watched him walk toward Haruko’s hospital bed.

“Who was it.

Who wrote this letter?!”

As expected, he roared.

He was even angrier than when he saw Haruko injured.

Perhaps to him, Haruko being taken as a possession was more unacceptable than Haruko being stabbed as a woman.

“I don’t know.”

I went against my heart and lied—

[Very good.

This passage describes my state of mind at the time.

How the decision I made for my career connects to the later failure and madness—]

The curtains swayed gently.

Like a deep blue ocean.

Waves rose layer by layer.

At the same time, a refreshing fragrance spread through the classroom.

It filled this somewhat dull space.

Only when the bell rang did the classroom regain a bit of vitality.

[Ahaha, another class survived.]

Amayama Kaoru stretched lazily.

Then she slumped weakly onto her desk.

She turned her head and looked straight at me, letting out a sigh.

[I really admire you, Xiao Yue.

You can still listen so seriously in Toyama-sensei’s class.]

[That’s just because you weren’t paying attention.

Actually, Toyama-sensei’s lectures are quite interesting.]

[Eh, really.

Xiao Yue, you’re not lying to me, right.]

Of course I was lying to you.

That teacher’s class was super boring.

If I hadn’t already been used to boredom, I wouldn’t have lasted.

Even though I thought so in my heart, I kept a smile on my face.

And answered beside the point.

[You’ll know if you try, Xiao Kaoru.]

[Hmm, then I’ll work hard too!]

She put on a look as if she would give it her all.

But before long, she would fall back into doing nothing at all.

I know her too well.

[Hey, Xiao Yue, don’t doubt me.

If I get serious, I can definitely do it.]

I’ve heard that line many times already.

But—

It has nothing to do with me.

As long as she isn’t smart enough to see through my disguise directly, it’s no big deal.

[Yeah.

I also think Xiao Kaoru will definitely succeed.]

[But Xiao Yue still looks like she doesn’t believe me.]

I slightly adjusted my expression in response.

[Yes.

Xiao Kaoru will definitely succeed!]

[That doubtful look is even more obvious now!]

While we were fooling around, the bell rang.

[This period is?]

[Physical education.]

The girls’ changing room.

[Xiao Yue, your figure is really amazing.

I’m super jealous.]

As soon as I took off my clothes, Amayama Kaoru stared at me with dissatisfaction.

Besides her, glances of envy came from other directions as well.

[I really don’t get it.

Your waist is so thin, but your chest is still so big.

Xiao Yue, tell me, is there some secret?]

[If I had to say—]

Some people perked up their ears.

It was extremely obvious.

But it didn’t affect me much.

[Probably because I eat only one meal a day.]

Of course, that was a lie.

If I really did that, I would turn back into that dried corpse I used to be.

Though I don’t think anyone would be stupid enough to follow it anyway.

[One meal a day.

Xiao Yue, aren’t you hungry?

If I miss even one meal, I’d be starving.]

[So it must be a lie.

A lie.]

[Xiao Kaoru, if you don’t change soon, you’ll be late.]

[Eh.

Eh!]

She finally stopped questioning me and obediently changed clothes.

[We’re starting body training again.]

She complained like that.

As for PE class, I have no particular feelings.

Other than being exhausted and burning a small amount of calories.

There are also the gazes of nearby men.

They always stare at sensitive parts of my body.

And their eyes move along with every sway.

Well.

As someone who used to be a man, I can understand them.

Rather than understanding, I even mock them more.

Seriously.

They’re stupid beyond belief.

No matter how much they think, they would never know.

Inside this soft and full body.

There lives a corpse on the verge of decay.

If they did know.

I wonder what they would think.

What kind of expression they would have.

I kind of want to see it.

But I can’t tell them.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to keep acting.

So I can only put on a slightly shy look under their gazes.

Fumbling to cover myself.

Unexpectedly, that kind of reaction only makes their eyes burn hotter.

Maybe I’d even be labeled as gap-moe.

Something like.

“The cheerful and lively Higashiba Hazuki is unexpectedly very shy.”

[Xiao Yue, what are you going to choose?]

From this class onward, we had to choose one sport for specialized training.

Such a boring rule.

[What about you, Xiao Kaoru.]

[Ah, me.

I’m planning to sign up for gymnastics.]

The indecisive Amayama Kaoru had made her decision.

And it looked like she had settled on it long ago.

[Looks like we’ll be separated.]

[Eh, eh.

Xiao Yue, what are you going to sign up for?]

[I plan to choose sprinting.]

[Ugh, how can you do that.

Xiao Yue, stay with me.

Let’s learn gymnastics together.]

As she spoke, she pointed at the girls nearby who were warming up.

[Look how good their figures are.

It shows that learning gymnastics can shape a perfect body.]

[Hmm, Xiao Kaoru.

I don’t think I need to shape my figure.]

When I said that, Amayama Kaoru’s face stiffened.

Then she looked me up and down.

Puffed her cheeks in dissatisfaction.

[You’re too mean, Xiao Yue.]

[Uhuhuhu.]

While fooling around with her meaninglessly, we arrived at the sprint training area.

[Xiao Yue, see you after class.]

Even now, she waved reluctantly.

And I, as her apparent best friend, waved back the same way.

[Mm.

See you.]

Quite a few people had already gathered here.

Attracting some curious glances.

But to me, they were things not worth caring about.

Rather.

There was someone I needed to pay more attention to.

My gaze swept over the crowd.

And finally stopped on a girl about the same height as me.

She had a ponytail.

Her cheeks were exposed.

She wasn’t exceptionally beautiful.

Just very pleasant to look at.

She carried the friendly air of a girl-next-door.

Someone who seemed easy to approach.

And in fact, she really was easy to approach.

As long as you didn’t touch her things.

Upper Crescent Moon.

She was a very gentle person.

So she always made many friends.

Right now, a tall girl was chatting and laughing with her.

Well.

I need to think of a way to get close to her.

This unstable factor.

Only by becoming someone familiar to her can I control the situation.

[My name is Qingyanshi Puran.

I’ll be the teacher guiding you from now on.]

The sprint instructor was a woman who looked to be in her thirties.

She had a high ponytail.

Sharp eyes.

And because she exercised regularly, her body, wrapped in tight athletic wear, showed lines full of explosive power.

[Alright.

Let’s start with a basic test.]

Qingyanshi Puran blew her whistle.

Called everyone over.

Then led us out to the track.

[Everyone.

Run once.]

This was actually a very bad situation.

For me.

It’s not that I dislike sports.

It’s that my body simply cannot support the energy consumption of exercise.

Whether it was my previous body that had already become a dried corpse.

Or this body that barely avoids becoming one and only maintains its figure.

Neither is suited for sports.

Even so.

I had no intention of running away.

At worst.

I could trip a little.

And have an excuse to rest on the side.

When facing boring things like this.

Thinking of ways to avoid them is just human nature, isn’t it.

What’s more important now.

Is how to achieve my goal.

[Class One, Year One.

Chiseng Jian.]

In this mixed crowd of students from various classes.

People stepped forward one by one.

Calling out their class and name for Qingyanshi Puran to record.

Then they took a fairly professional stance.

And completed the hundred-meter sprint at the sound of the whistle.

Because there were multiple lanes.

The test didn’t take much time.

Those waiting to be tested visibly decreased.

Looks like I can’t avoid this ordeal.

I had already begun preparing myself.

To be part of the next group.

[Class Three, Year One.

Higashiba Hazuki.]

After reporting my information to Qingyanshi Puran.

I followed the starting posture I had just learned.

And waited for her whistle.

There was no need to pay extra attention.

When the whistle sounded.

My body had already rushed toward the target in my sight.

The sound of wind lingered by my ears.

And then—

[Eighteen seconds.]

Just as expected.

My body could not squeeze out any energy beyond survival.

Let alone explosiveness.

[Higashiba Hazuki.

Your foundation is a bit weak.

You’ll need to follow me and train properly from now on.]

Qingyanshi Puran deliberately pointed it out.

And I.

With an expression that did not reveal disappointment.

Nodded with fighting spirit.

[Yes.]