Many universities may not be able to compare with the playground of Kaguawa High School.

First of all, it is very large. Looking at the people standing in the center from the stands, the high school students only look the size of elementary school students, so it is not an exaggeration to say that they are a small racecourse.

In addition, various facilities are new and complete, and there will never be any baseball team playing baseball while track and field team practicing running.

"What exactly do you practice?" Toru Watanabe, who changed into sportswear, squatted on the ground half-squatted, pressed his legs left and right, and began to warm up.

Rin Kiyono, who also changed into sportswear, held a notebook in his hand and pressed his other hand against his chin.

After thinking for a while, she said, "First of all."

“What about the rules?”

"With the premise of ensuring that the ball can enter the goal, the farther the ranking, the higher the ranking. Unlike usual, there will be no one in the goal."

At this time, the female members of the track and field department quickly ran past the two of them, with their ponytails flying, their chests up and down, their butts swelling, and their legs

"Student Watanabe, please repeat what I just said."

"With the premise of ensuring that the ball can enter the goal," Watanabe Toru calmly and retracted his sight of following the female track and field team members, "the farther away, the higher the ranking."

After he repeated it word by word, Kiyono Rin continued to explain as if nothing had happened.

“That’s all.”

"I understand." Tsuku Watanabe nodded.

"So, let's go to the physical education teacher to apply for the right to use football and venues."

"So troublesome? Just borrow from the football department?"

"Do you know someone in the football department?" Kiyono Rin asked.

"without."

"Then who do you ask for borrowing it?"

Tsuku Watanabe did not answer and walked straight to the football team.

Rin Kiyono followed him, seeing him with a confident look on his face, he was a little curious.

As a result, he and the female football manager

"Look," Toru Watanabe put the football on his knees, "not only did he get the ball, but he also got the right to use the goal."

"yes."

"Whether you know or not, I asked someone to borrow something from Watanabe, and no one has ever rejected me."

"You just have a good-looking face." Sighing, Rin Kiyono let go of the hand rubbing his eyebrows, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and practice."

"Come on, I'll do it?"

"What do you think?"

"You come."

Rin Kiyono didn't say a word and walked straight towards the goal.

Tsuku Watanabe stood there and visually measured the distance between himself and the goal, which was 30 meters away. This distance could basically ensure strength and accuracy.

After taking physical education classes for more than half a year, he has become very outstanding in most sports with extraordinary intelligence and superhuman physique recently.

I didn't notice it before because I was too lazy, so he seemed to have some talent in sports.

After fixing the ball, he raised his foot and kicked it out.

The football soared into the sky, spiraling towards the goal, with a pretty curve, like a rainbow.

Unfortunately, I didn't enter and hit the goal post.

This is just the first shot. Just look for the feeling. Without anyone interfering, Shiro Watanabe believes that he will be able to score 100% from this distance soon.

He trotted and prepared to pick up the ball, but Rin Kiyono came over with the football in his arms.

"You're responsible for picking up the ball?"

"This is the matter of the Human Observation Department, of course I have to do my best." Kiyono Rin said for granted, "It is also to save you physical strength and practice."

"Good Minister!" Toru Watanabe took over the football.

Seeing Rin Kiyono walking back to the goal again, Toru Watanabe put the ball on the ground and raised his foot and fired it out again.

The ball rolled for a while two meters near the goal and stopped.

Rin Kiyono picked up the ball, walked over, and handed it to him: "Why is it so far apart suddenly?"

"I'm not a professional football player, you have too high demands on me."

"Is the first ball blinded?"

"Meng? Who do you think I am?" Watanabe Toru held the ball on the ground, neither assisting or accumulating energy, and kicking it with his feet.

The football flew out with a "bang", and Rin Kiyo couldn't help but turn his head to look.

The ball rushed towards the goal like a drill bit, carrying a whirlwind, one meter away from the goal.

"Did you see it?" Shiro Watanabe put his right hand horizontally on his forehead, looked at the goal, confirming the distance, "It's closer than last time. If you practice more, you will definitely score at this distance today."

Rin Kiyono nodded and agreed to his words.

She walked back and picked up the ball, and Tsuku Watanabe kicked it out again.

"Ah, it's a pity that this time is a bit far away."

The fourth time, it was a little better.

The fifth time, it was a little better.

The sixth time, it's not bad.

"Do you want to take a break? I'll pick it up by myself?"

"Concentrate on practice." Kiyono Rin interrupted him. After saying that, she took off her sportswear jacket and exposed the white short-sleeved shirt with the last name written inside.

She folded her coat, put it together with her notebook, placed it next to Toru Watanabe, and then continued to pick up the balls.

Halfway through the walk, the football surpassed her in the air and landed not far from the goal.

The seventh time, I hit the goal.

The eighth time, it was far away again.

The ninth time.

Kiyono Rin was gasping for breath, her thin hair on her temples was already wet with sweat.

"I think I'd better take a break." Tsushi Watanabe said holding the ball.

Rin Kiyono wanted to speak, but she didn't breathe for a while. She slowed down and shook her head and signaled him to continue.

Tsushi Watanabe threw the ball out and kicked it up without waiting for it to land.

He put his hand on his forehead and his eyes followed the ball: "I've been closer a little, and I seem to have found a feeling."

Rin Kiyono nodded and slowly walked towards the still rolling ball. After walking for a few steps, she stopped.

When there is no ball, Tori Watanabe practices shooting without ball, and while finding the angle, he constantly adjusts his strength.

Suddenly, she saw her standing there and asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Can't hold on?"

"Just just in case," Kiyono Rin turned around, "You didn't deliberately not kick in?"

"How is it possible, nothing is there."

Kiyono's face suddenly became cold.

"Wait, listen to my explanation first!" Shiro Watanabe raised his hands and told her not to be impulsive. "I think you are very weak and unwilling to exercise, so I want to use this method to exercise well, really for your own good."

Rin Kiyono held his arms, his cherry-colored lips slightly pursed, outlining a dangerous curve.

"Class Kiyono, Kiyono! Rin! If you believe me, will I lie to you? No one can lie to you!"

Kiyono Rin pointed to the runway and said in a talkative tone: "1000 meters,"

"Wait a minute, this lift is so strange! I admit that I wanted to tease you, but you only picked it up 9 times, a total of 540 meters, right? I accepted the punishment, but why did you run a thousand meters?"

“1100 meters.”

"Okay, I understand, let's go now."

Seeing Watanabe Tsubaki walking towards the runway without any energy, Kiyono Rin snorted like he was already cheap from his nose, and then laughed.

She picked up her sportswear and laptop, took the football again, and walked towards the stands on one side.

After running 1,100 meters, Watanabe Tsuki must have a rest, and she happened to take a break.

Putting the football and clothes aside, she looked at the notes, which wrote about entertainment projects that could participate in and possibly get scores even based on the number of people in the Human Observation Department.

In addition, there are, etc.

"Class Kiyono?!" A call of surprise came from a distance.

Kiyono Rin raised her head, Tamamo Komi was running towards this side with her trombone in her arms, and everyone in the music department came.

"Student Kiyono, why are you here?" Tamamo Yomi said with a breath.

"practise."

"practise?"

Rin Kiyono nodded slightly: "We are going to win the first place in the club entertainment competition in the sports festival."

"That's it." Tamamo Komi suddenly reacted, "But aren't there only three people in the Human Observation Department? And, classmate Kiyono, you."
To be continued...