Chapter 15 "Special" Support: God's Child is so greedy...
When Risa returned to the stands, the second half of the game had already begun.
On the opposite side of the stands, Kane Sadaharu and Yanagi Renji were staring intently at her.
(I'm being watched...)
Risa subtly shifted her gaze, and the alarm bells blared.
Being targeted by the data team is much more troublesome than being harassed by the girls in the fan club.
"Risa-nee?" Kirihara leaned closer, her curly hair swaying as she tilted her head. "Your face is so pale, are you feeling unwell?"
"It's nothing." Risa rubbed her temples. "It's probably from the sun."
"Do you want to go to the infirmary? I'll go with you."
Seeing his nervous expression, Risa smiled and asked, "Is it your turn to perform next?"
“That’s right.” Kirihara straightened his back, his eyes lighting up. “I’m going to show the Hyotei people what Rikkai is all about.”
Risa patted his shoulder: "Then I'll keep a close eye on things."
Kirihara nodded vigorously, then turned and ran towards the court. After a few steps, he turned back: "Risa-nee, are you sure you don't need to go to the infirmary?"
"Don't worry, I'm really fine."
She smiled at him and said, "Good luck! This is the first time I've seen you compete in an official match."
Kirihara's fighting spirit was instantly ignited, and he turned around and ran even faster.
Risa watched his energetic back as a smile unconsciously crept onto her face.
"It really looks like it..."
"And that child..."
"That child refers to...?"
A clear, gentle voice came from behind, and Risa's back instantly straightened.
She slowly turned around, and Yukimura stood on the steps, his bright yellow team uniform jacket swaying gently in the wind. She wondered how long he had been standing there.
"nothing."
Risa quickly adjusted her expression, "Why isn't Yukimura-kun on the coach's bench?"
“It’s just a friendly match.” Yukimura descended the steps and sat down beside her.
"Matsuno-kun seems to be paying special attention to Akaya?"
Risa stared intently at the scene: "Isn't it normal for an older sister to care about her younger brother?"
Yukimura's gaze lingered on her profile for a moment: "The way you look into his eyes is much deeper than simple familial affection."
Suddenly, Kirihara waved in their direction, and Risa immediately responded with a bright smile. Turning back, her gaze had returned to its calm: "Yukimura-kun, you're overthinking it."
The starting whistle blew, but Yukimura showed no sign of leaving. Risa endured the piercing gazes of the girls around her, feeling as if they were thorns in her back.
“Yukimura-kun…” she began.
"Hmm?" Yukimura tilted his head, his hair brushing against his eyelashes.
Risa looked him straight in the eye: "Is this alright?"
"What?"
Risa glanced around: "Don't you think everyone's watching us?"
Yukimura followed her gaze and looked around, a puzzled expression on his face: "Why is that?"
"..." Risa took a deep breath. "Aren't you afraid people will misunderstand?"
"What about Matsuno-kun?" Yukimura countered. "Do you care?"
"..."
Risa finally realized that this guy was definitely doing it on purpose. He hadn't drowned her in a sea of criticism last time, and now he was personally adding fuel to the fire.
"Yukimura-kun, you don't really need to be so wary of me."
Yukimura turned his head to look at her, his iris-colored eyes slightly puzzled.
"I admit it was wrong of me to pinch your face as soon as we met, and I apologize to you." Risa's tone was sincere, raising the white flag to show weakness.
"But I transferred to Rikkai University only because of family reasons. I have no interest in the tennis club members, and I won't hurt Akaya. All I want is a normal high school life, nothing more."
A sudden burst of cheers erupted as Kirihara won the first game. Amidst the clamor, Yukimura watched her silently, his gaze unfathomable.
After a long silence, he suddenly spoke: "Matsuno-san, you seem to have misunderstood something."
"Misunderstanding?" Risa raised an eyebrow.
“The tennis club’s curiosity about you isn’t out of defensiveness.” Yukimura elegantly rested his chin on his hand. “They’re simply… full of respect for someone who managed to get away unscathed after provoking me.”
Risa was speechless for a moment.
What kind of absurd reason is that?
But one thing is certain—her attempt at reconciliation negotiations has failed.
"Besides, hearing you say you're not interested in me..." Yukimura suddenly leaned closer, his voice tinged with grievance, "is truly heartbreaking."
Warm breath brushed against her ear, making Risa's ear tips burn. Just as she was about to speak, the referee's whistle blew at the right moment.
When the broadcast announced that the next match would be between Yukimura Seiichi and Atobe Keigo, the entire stadium erupted in cheers.
"It's my turn to go on stage."
Yukimura calmly rose, lowering his gaze to adjust his wristband. Strands of hair fell down, casting a faint shadow on his brow bone.
Risa rested her chin on her hand and gazed at him, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling.
"Yukimura-kun~" she deliberately dragged out the last syllable, "Do you need me to cheer you on?"
Yukimura paused slightly and looked up at Risa.
“That depends…” He leaned down and looked straight into her eyes, “What kind of support is Matsuno-san going to give me?”
The distance between them suddenly shortened. Yukimura's gaze, almost tangible, lingered from her trembling eyelashes to her tightly pursed lips: "Like you did with Akaya? Or..."
Risa swallowed instinctively, a shiver running down her spine.
In this ambiguous game, she unexpectedly lost.
"What kind of person does Yukimura-kun want?" Risa challenged him. "Tell me, maybe..."
Her fingers clenched secretly beneath her skirt.
(Help! Such ambiguous remarks to a minor...)
(She really, really can't do it...)
Risa silently offered a prayer of consolation to her colleagues who had worked on forbidden romance films featuring younger men. At the same time, she cheered herself on: "Give it a shot! Consider it a chance to broaden my acting range!"
After mentally preparing herself, she subtly tempted him: "...Maybe I'll grant your wish."
The cheers from the stands seemed to come from a great distance.
Risa saw the trembling of his eyelashes and smelled the faint floral scent on him.
Yukimura suddenly chuckled softly.
"What I want..."
His gaze fell on her lips, his eyes darkening: "It's much more than what you gave Akaya...."
The April wind suddenly turned hot, and their intertwined breaths brewed a sweet, ambiguous aroma.
Risa's breath hitched slightly.
Years of honed acting skills became her last line of defense. Her fingertips lightly touched his chest, with a deliberate air of composure: "My Lord, Son of God... so greedy after all."
"Can't you do it?"
He lowered his eyes and gazed at her, his voice carrying a seductive provocation.
What do you think?
Instead of answering, she asked a question, deftly tossing the question back at her.
On the court, Atobe makes a grand entrance, breaking the dangerous stalemate at just the right moment.
Yukimura calmly stepped aside and turned to walk towards the court.
After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back:
"If you have time, you are welcome to visit the art society."
Risa: "Art Club?"
"I recently finished a new piece and would like to ask Matsuno-kun to..."
"Please help me assess it."
"Oh?" Risa raised an eyebrow. "Is this an invitation?"
He neither said yes nor no.
After his gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds, he turned and walked towards the court, casually tossing out a remark:
"I'm really looking forward to your... special support."
Risa sat there, staring blankly at his retreating figure.
(hateful……)
(He overtook her.)
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The whistle blew to start the game.
Yukimura stood at one end of the court, casually holding his racket, yet he exuded an invisible sense of pressure.
On the other side, Atobe slightly raised his chin, lightly touched his beauty mark with his fingertip, and wore a confident smile.
This scene is both familiar and strange.
"The match begins! One game to decide the winner, Yukimura serves!"
As soon as the referee's voice fell, the entire stadium fell silent.
Risa held her breath.
Yukimura gently tossed the tennis ball, his movement so elegant it seemed like a ritual. The moment the racket swung down—
"Bang!"
The tennis ball tore through the air like a bullet, exploding in a cloud of dust near Atobe's feet.
"15-0".
Risa's eyes widened.
That speed...
It's even faster than in the animation!
Well, well, Newton must be turning in his grave.
Atobe laughed: "Not bad, Yukimura." He twirled his racket. "However, this level is no match for me."
"Is that so?" Yukimura smiled slightly. "How about this then?"
The second ball disappeared the instant it crossed the net, only to reappear on the baseline behind Atobe a second later.
"30-0".
An uproar erupted in the stands.
Risa's fingers unconsciously tightened around the railing.
Extinguish the five senses...
No, this is...
This is a new move that Yukimura has evolved from, and it has never appeared in the original work.
And at this moment, she is witnessing the "future" of this world firsthand.
"Game, Yukimura, 1-0."
Atobe's serve drew gasps of surprise, but Risa's gaze was fixed on the sidelines—Sadaharu Inui and Renji Yanagi were huddled together, whispering to each other.
Seemingly noticing her gaze, the two data enthusiasts looked up at the same time.
Risa didn't dodge or flinch; instead, she raised her eyebrows and gave them a sweet smile.
As the match reached its climax, when it was Yukimura's turn to serve, Risa suddenly stood up from her seat.
“Oichi—”
She cupped her hands around her mouth, her clear voice carrying throughout the stadium: "Good luck! I even skipped my tutoring class to watch your game!"
"If we lose... then our date tonight is canceled~"
The girl's voice trailed off softly and long, like a feather brushing against the eardrum, or like melting honey, so sweet it made one's heart tremble.
An eerie silence instantly fell over the entire room.
Just as Yukimura was about to serve, his fingers loosened, and the tennis ball slipped from his grasp, but he caught it with lightning speed.
Atobe raised an eyebrow and glanced at the audience, lightly touching his beauty mark with his fingertip: "Heh... interesting."
"Hey, hey..." Kirihara's jaw dropped. "What are you doing, Risa-nee?!"
He suddenly remembered the dangerous smile he had seen on her face that morning, and at the time he thought he was going to be in trouble.
Unexpectedly, the person who did the thing that made Risa angry...
It's our own minister!
Kirihara silently took two steps back, deciding to get away from this dangerous corner when no one was watching.
Off the field, Sadaharu Kaneki's data notebook fell to the ground with a "thud," Renji Yanagi's eyes widened in surprise, Sanada's hat was askew, and even the usually composed Yagyu adjusted his slipping glasses.
After a brief moment of deathly silence, the audience erupted in a deafening roar:
"What?! A date?!"
"Yukimura-sama and that transfer student?!"
"When did they develop this kind of relationship?!"
Risa admired the chaos she had created, sat back down contentedly, and kept her accomplishments hidden.
—If you're going to play, play big.
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