Chapter 102: 106-circular professionalism...

The interclub relay is divided into two.

Due to the large number of participating teams, we, the homecoming club, were assigned to the first relay.

We had a home club, judo club, soccer club, computer club, badminton club, American football club, volleyball club, basketball club, and many other club activities with many katakana characters. To tell the truth, I am glad that there was no track and field club. Six Eiji members is a foul, isn't it?

Unfortunately, there is no match against the second group, so the first place will be decided among these eight teams.

Hey, hey, hey, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!

Rinne waved a selfie stick at me and Eiji. Masao, Takakura, and Alina are not here because they are on the other side in the even-numbered group.

Are you going to run with it?

'Yes. I love selfie sticks. Come on, come on, get your picture!

I guess she's the type of person who uploads images to social networking sites and shudders with a sense of superiority. She takes pictures of nice meals, nice views, nice partners, and unleashes them into the sea of the Internet. (She doesn't have a nice partner, though...)

If I start using the service, I am sure no one will follow me. Because I only post the record of my tomatoes.

Let's take another picture together!

When I finished shooting, I suddenly felt sorry for Alina. It must be awkward for her to be with Masao and Takakura, who are in the middle of waking up. I wonder what kind of conversation they will have. Probably silence.

I thought about saying to her once before the shooting started, but there was no time.

The battle is about to begin. We who do not usually work together are now lining up in a row.

Our first runner, pro-gamer Agee, is second from the inside. He had a mouse in his hand. I have won the first place in Japan with this mouse,' he said proudly. He is a former member of the track and field team, so he will do well.

The computer club was the one that caught my attention. He is carrying a desktop computer on his back. He is already kneeling on his knees, showing his fatigue. This is what is called a "joke". It is a performance to make the audience laugh. We, the homecoming club, are going to use it to win.

The other clubs are all sports clubs, so they wear uniforms. Everyone in the audience will think that the Homecoming Club and the Computer Club are just a joke. But we are more serious than anyone else.

On your marks.

The referee's voice echoed through the microphone onto the ground. At the same time, Pro Gamer Agee threw a mouse at me. What, you're not going to run with it? But his face was more serious than ever. He raised his dark-rimmed glasses and exhaled slowly. A small jump sets the tone.

I wonder where he went with his FPS syndrome. He always walks with his gun at the ready, clearing a turn with his face for a moment before moving forward, but now he is motionless, waiting for the start.

'What's wrong with you, Eiji......'

Rinne muttered anxiously at her side. No, that's the way a human being should be. You're finally human again.

He was saying.

I'll be the first to beat him. Not as good as the active landers, but still not as good as the amateurs.

He stated this clearly as he went through the motions of pulling the pin out of a grenade. He must have been very confident, because he had a very smug look on his face.

"Yoi!

The judge raised the starter pistol straight up.

Silence.

With a dry crack of the gun, all the competitors started to run at once.

Eiji's start was perfect. It was as if he knew exactly when the shots would be fired. Eiji ran through the field, which was unbelievable considering that he was wearing a uniform with zero advantage, and he kept the lead as he approached the corner. The soccer and basketball teams were behind him, eager to overtake him.

A cloud of dust rises up, blinding the spectators at the corner. They are so hard that you can hear them kicking the ground.

'Olaaaaaaah! Run more!!!!!!!!

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Heartbreak Lyon raises his voice in an old man's voice while wielding a selfie stick. Isn't that why you're not popular?

Speaking of the computer club, it's dead last and working as fast as a jogger. It looked like they hadn't even entered the corner yet.

They were still in the lead as they entered the last straight. The distance from the soccer team was about two meters. Eiji still turns his legs like a locomotive to keep the distance between them.

He wins the lead and approaches the front runner's zone. The eyes of the spectators follow him and focus on the person waiting to pass the baton. And then there is a roar.

Berserker Masao.

With shoulders too broad to fit in the width of the lane, he was a threat to the other competitors. He was also awakened by the mango and stared at the other players with a terrifying expression like Prajna. His arms were covered with blood vessels and his uniform looked like it was about to be torn off. I am really glad that he is not my enemy.

Berserker Masao ran. He accelerated in the run zone, and his left arm, like a bull's thigh, was thrown backward. Eiji gritted his teeth desperately and ran as fast as he could. Masao's speed has improved dramatically since the practice session and he is just barely unable to pass the baton.

Masao! Back to being human, Bakar: We're going to die!

Rinne cries out in grief. Yes, it is Rinne who receives the baton from Masao.

She finally succeeds in passing the baton just before the takeover zone. Eiji, who had given his all, falls down and lies on his back as he leaves the lane. Good job. He raised his right arm high and gave a thumbs-up as he ran out of breath. I did it," he said.

'Wow! '

Masao shouts. Masao runs like an armored car. The soccer team members, following close behind, are unable to overtake him as we had hoped. A half-crazed Masao is nothing but a human weapon. Contact is fatal.

I'm a little boy. ......

It was as if he had been lying.

The earth he stepped on was gouged out and flew in the air. The ground danced as if a mortar had landed on it. He ran, even though his apron was billowing up and covering his face.

And why does he scream? What is he fighting with in his heart? Only he knows.

Around the break where the corner ends, the soccer team closes in on him. That's why they run every day. As they entered the straightaway, it was already a close race.

Meanwhile, Rinne was making noise as she entered the lane.

You! Why did you dump me then! I really can't forgive you! What? What did you say? Because there was a girl I liked. Haaaaah!

It was an operation. She is aware that she is a mine of a girl, and she used to proudly say that she would make an impromptu scene if a boy ever confessed his love to her. Simply put, the goal is to upset them. And just like that, a member of the soccer club was the target.

What? You were playing with me? He did that to me! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I'm really going to smash the 0000 (*unbroadcastable)!

It is a complete bluff, but it seems to be working quite well. I can't help but feel sorry for them, but it's for our own good. I'm really glad I'm not Rinne's enemy.

Rinne ignores the soccer team's excuses and runs away. And then a heavy tank came.

It's impossible~! Scary~!

She runs away from Berserker Masao while taking pictures of herself with a selfie stick. With bloodshot eyes, Masao thrusts out his baton and chases after the fleeing Rinne. Compositionally, she looks like a person being attacked by a buffalo.

Worried, she quickly threw her selfie stick and took the baton as soon as she realized that she was approaching the takeover zone.

'Leave it to me!

With these words, the innocent girl who used to be a cheerleader ran.

Masao ran out of energy and stopped on all fours. She was completely out of fuel and could barely breathe.

'That was good, Masao. That was overwhelming.

'Zoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! It's a pleasure--''

He did so while making a rather unusual breathing sound. It is said that when a person removes the limiter, he or she can make such a sound.

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