Anime Crossover: About How I Spoiled an Angel

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"Tsk, what can I do? My brother asked me to go, so I had no choice but to go along."

The boy named Yamamoto was the one who had to give up the relay race last time due to injury. Although the sports festival was postponed for various reasons, his injury had almost healed, so he took the initiative to find Hiratsuka Shizuka to reinstate his eligibility to participate.

But now, it's clear that for some unknown reason, he got injured again the day before the run.

"Okay, even if that's the case, why did you wait until the competition was about to start to bring this up?"

Sato was speechless. This guy was the one who got injured last time, so she could understand and even expressed sympathy.

But this time, he really went too far.

Knowing full well that today was the day of the relay race, she still went to play basketball and ended up injuring her leg. She wasn't informed until an hour before the race.

Are you kidding me? !

"This is my problem, I'm sorry. After I fell and injured myself yesterday, I thought I could keep going. I felt okay until today, but just now my leg suddenly started hurting terribly, and I really couldn't do anything about it, so I came to tell you."

Yamamoto did not deny his mistake, but said helplessly.

He didn't actually want to talk about his injury yesterday. It's one thing to fail twice at such a crucial moment, but the second time is really unacceptable.

Mainly because of his previous injury, he hadn't touched a basketball in a long time and was really itching to play. Plus, his good friend from the next class invited him, so he agreed.

Unexpectedly, in what was supposed to be his debut battle, he was sent flying by a single blow...

Although the classmate apologized profusely and even offered to pay for the medical expenses, he still felt very upset.

"Squad leader, don't be angry. Look, there's still a substitute..."

Noticing the squad leader's increasingly grim expression, Yamamoto also put on a fawning smile.

"But... the substitutes haven't trained much..."

Since Yamamoto's last injury, Class C has gained two or three more substitute members in case of emergency.

But to be honest, given the abilities of those two or three people, their only purpose might be to qualify Class C for the relay race...

"I don't think Yamamoto did it on purpose, right? Besides, there's a substitute, so aren't you being too harsh on Yamamoto, class president...?"

"Um... I didn't mean anything by it. I know you're doing this for the good of our class, but shouldn't we inform those substitute members now?"

The speaker was a girl named Sagami, whom Su Qing remembered very well. After all, she was the walking green tea of ​​Class C, and Su Qing could smell her from a long distance.

"I've already notified them, so how am I being unreasonable?"

Sato didn't understand. Did he not even have the right to say a word when such a problem arose?

"Oh...I see. I was just reminding you, class monitor, there was no need to be so harsh..."

If I used the wrong words just now, I apologize.

Sagami feigned surprise at Sato and said timidly.

"you you……"

Sato was speechless. What kind of extraordinary person is this?

Unfortunately, quite a few boys in this class have a taste for this kind of jerk. Strictly speaking, Sagami's status in the class isn't too low, and Sato is too lazy to argue with idiots. The most urgent thing is to decide who should go on stage.

"If he's not a substitute, can he play?" Su Qing, who had been observing the situation from the sidelines for a while, suddenly asked.

"Ah... Su, of course you can. Actually, there's no such thing as a substitute. It's just something our class came up with. If someone gets injured in a relay race, it's normal for someone else to step in. As long as you can prove you're a student from our class, it's fine."

Sato was startled by the sudden question, but calmed down after seeing that it was Su Qing. She then tentatively asked:

"Um... Su-kun, do you want to participate in Yamamoto's place?"

"Okay, is that alright?"

Su Qing pressed for details.

"Yes, of course!"

Everyone in Class C knows that Su Qing's physical test score is not on the same level as those substitutes who were just there to make up the numbers.

This time, they traded inferior horses for a batch of superior ones, making a killing.

"What about the other substitutes?"

"Well, I just told them they don't need to come. They don't seem to want to come anyway," Sato replied decisively.

Su Qing glanced at Sato, not caring whether what he said was true or false.

This time, I signed up simply because I recently felt that it would be nice to go back to university and participate in more competitions; it wasn't to specifically help the other party out of a difficult situation.

"Isn't that a bad idea? Su didn't say she wanted to be a substitute beforehand. Shouldn't we ask the others for their opinions?"

Sagami seemed to have mustered his courage and spoke again.

Seriously, is this guy crazy? Sato is speechless. If someone really wanted to play, they would have already done it. Why bother grabbing a few unwilling substitutes?

"Why don't you go?" Su Qing retorted.

Sagami was stunned, and before he could say anything more, Su Qing continued:

"If you can't make it, then take care of the logistics. Thank you."

Even this polite college student used polite language, except that our Sagami classmate's face suddenly turned the color of a pig's liver...

Sato: It’s cool!

Once she was sure she could participate, Su Qing first went to check on her three other teammates. After learning that Yamamoto, whom she was replacing, would be the last runner, she began to warm up and stretch.

"Su, are you confident?"

Fifteen minutes before the race, the first runner asked rather nervously.

"I'll do my best," Su Qing said casually.

"That's good, that's good." The first batter clearly understood what Su Qing meant by "do your best." He was actually pushed forward by the other two batters to ask the question, and he had a lot of confidence in Su Qing.

The relay race started quickly, and Class C's first runner got off to a fast start, quickly pulling ahead of the other runners.

However, when the first runner passed the baton to the second runner, the baton slipped because the second runner did not hold it tightly. Although it did not fall directly to the ground, it took some time to regain a firm grip.

This caused the newly established advantage to vanish, and they even fell to second to last in an instant, with the third runner's efforts proving futile.

"Su Qing, I'm begging you!"

After the third runner, panting heavily, handed the baton to Su Qing, Class C was already at the bottom of the standings. He felt that the chances of winning were slim, but still held onto a sliver of hope and shouted at Su Qing.

Su Qing ignored the other party's words and had already made some preparations to accelerate before receiving the baton. After confirming that she had received the baton, she immediately put all her strength into sprinting.

The surrounding air currents began to ripple due to Su Qing's speed, but this did not affect his pace; on the contrary, it continued to accelerate.

Because the last track was a straight line, the other drivers could sense that someone behind them was accelerating and trying to overtake them, so they also increased their pace.

However, just as they gritted their teeth and tried to speed up, Su Qing's figure had already appeared in front of them all.

Then they were surprised to find that the faster they sprinted, the further away they got from the person in front of them.

Oh my god, Coach, this guy is Katsura!

The moment Su Qing crossed the finish line, the spectators from Class C erupted in cheers. A thousand words could be summed up in one sentence: A boy, blushing, shouted:

"Su Qing, you're awesome!"

However, when they tried to find Su Qing to celebrate, they discovered that she had already left sometime earlier.

……

At this moment, Su Qing, having finished his business, arrived at a place where there were relatively few people.

When he's resting, he prefers quiet places.

Although he had been maintaining his habit of morning runs for some time, Su Qing had never actually sprinted like he did today, which was probably the reason he suddenly felt like it.

Su Qing touched her pocket, intending to grab a tissue to wipe her sweat, but found she was out of tissues. Helpless, she had to get up and go buy some more.

Just then, a voice that Su Qing had never heard before rang out:

"Senior, do you need some paper?"

……

P.S.: During the school festival, I'll make sure Sagami is absolutely dead, hehehehe ( )

Chapter 137 Sang Lei Se Junior

The first impression Su Qing got from that unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar voice was: lively.

When the topic turned to liveliness, Su Qing's thoughts involuntarily drifted to Yui, the girl who was always full of energy and whose smile was as warm as the sun.

However, the sound beside my ear, though equally vibrant, carried a completely different charm—it was more like a nimble sprite, leaping around my ear with a touch of playfulness and teasing.

Su Qing turned his head and saw a girl with shoulder-length mulberry-colored short hair holding out a handkerchief and smiling at him.

"Huh? Senior isn't saying anything, could it be that I've...captured him?"

The girl's voice carried a hint of mischief, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Su Qing took another look at the girl.

Her skin was as white as snow, her eyes were as bright as sparkling gems, and the corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, revealing a hint of slyness. Her lips were painted with light pink lipstick, making her look delicate and charming, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, forming a lovely arc.

"You know me?" Su Qing raised an eyebrow and asked, secretly pondering to herself.

In the past, it wasn't that strangers didn't greet him, especially after the joint entrance exam of the three schools.

But this was the first person to speak so familiarly, to the point that Su Qing had just started recalling everyone he had met since arriving at Zongwu High School.

Having a good memory is what makes it possible to do this.

However, after reviewing her memories, Su Qing had no recollection of the girl in front of her.

"Senior, you've actually forgotten me? How could this be! We clearly remember that day..."

The girl pretended to be heartbroken and clutched her chest, but her bright eyes revealed a hint of cunning.

At the same time, she held the handkerchief even closer, her rosy lips moving slightly as she whispered, "It's alright, senior, it's okay even if you've forgotten me..."

"I'm leaving if you don't tell me."

Su Qing got up to leave, and the woman thought Su Qing was just joking. But she didn't expect Su Qing to be serious. She quickly took a few small steps and blocked Su Qing's way with both hands.

"Wait a minute, senior! It's really rude not to let people finish speaking."

A hint of resentment flashed in the eyes of the girl with the hair color of mulberry blossoms, but she quickly regained her smiling demeanor.

She seemed unfazed by Su Qing's coldness, and instead introduced herself with even greater enthusiasm:

"Okay, I'm Isshiki Iroha, a freshman, your junior~"

And strictly speaking—

I know you, but you don't know me, so I guess you could say I only half know you!

"Is that so? Isshiki-kun, what do you want with me?"

Su Qing nodded, understanding, and then asked.

"I thought my intentions were obvious, since the senior needed a handkerchief. So, as a thoughtful junior, I naturally had to hurry up and give the senior who had just finished the relay race a clean handkerchief."

As she spoke, Isshiki Hatake handed over the handkerchief again and carefully explained:

“Don’t worry, this handkerchief is brand new and unused, but—if you have any other special needs, senior…” However, before she could finish speaking, Su Qing interrupted her: “Then thank you.”

He took the handkerchief, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then continued to ask, "Were you watching that game just now?"

Iroha's face lit up with a bright smile as she excitedly replied:

"Of course! Especially when I saw a small mistake during the second baton exchange, but the moment my senior sprinted to the finish line was so cool, I was completely mesmerized!" Her eyes sparkled with admiration and excitement, as if she herself had just turned the tide.

Su Qing was a little surprised. If it was just about watching his matches, it wouldn't be so bad.

But I specifically found a less crowded place. Although the number of people was relatively small due to the sports festival, it was obvious that the other person had followed me.

"You're probably not one of my fans or anything, are you?" Su Qing joked.

He originally wanted to ask her if she was a stalker, but out of consideration for the handkerchief, he decided to ask her more tactfully.

Upon hearing this, Isshiki Hatake's face paled instantly, then she revealed an expression of admiration and said smugly:

"Senior is amazing! You know I'm a fan of yours even though you don't know me at all!"

That's right, I am Isshiki Iroha, the president of Senior Su's fan club~

Upon hearing this, Su Qing's face darkened, and he said speechlessly: