I Quit the Going-Home Club for a Girl with a Venomous Tongue

“That is why”

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“What?”

As I entered the library as I found Arina as to be expected.
She likes books, and the library is practically her second home.
Although she’s not a literary girl.
She reads any way

“We are going to help the women’s Soft Tennis Club after school, got it?”

“Yes.
Why would we do that?”

She’s vulnerable whenever she’s in the library.

Speaking of which, there are strict rules to keep quiet here.
I stopped explaining after school and chose the library for emergency lunch breaks.
Now was the opportunity to hide her fangs.

“It’s a part of the Arina Rehabilitation Project.
I’ll have you take it.
Don’t worry, I’ll participate as well.”

I was hit with a corner of a book.
After that,  I somehow managed to turn back from the River of Mido, inspiring my ego to jump.
The dead pet was on the riverbank.

(T/N: I don’t know what he means here 俺は飛びそうになる自我を奮い立たせて三途の川から何とか引き返した。死んだペットが川岸にいた

“Don’t be violent.”

“Die.”

“There is little time remaining for lunch.
After school, first gather in the former staff room.
Bye.” (Sakaki)

“Just a minute!” (Arina)

“Quiet in the library, and bring your gym clothes too.”

“That’s disgusting!”

I felt like having a victory in my hand.

The enlightenment seminar class is over for today, so I went to the former staff room right away.
 

After a while, a sudden knock with a momentum to destroy the door echoed throughout the room.
There is only one person who knows how to destroy the school equipment.

“I can’t open it.
You’re here! Open up!” (Arina)

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“I am currently changing.
If you really want to see it, you can open it right now.
No, I’ll open it.”

“Hey, hey! Jump out the window! Die!”

“I can’t stop my right arm.
I can’t  open the door.
Fuck! My right arm is moving against my will!”

Gacha!

“Forgive me, Arina.
I’ve transcended to another dimension just now.
What?, you won’t open it?”

You could see a dim outline of Arina through the frosted glass on the door..
Apparently, she’s holding onto it desperately.

“Come on, get dressed! No way!”

I was serious.
With a body length of one hundred and eighty centimeters, using full power.

“Kyaa!”

The door is opened vigorously.
Arina brought her hands in front of her face as if looking at something truly dazzling, and peeked at me through the gap between her fingers.
Oh, you see.

“Hurry up and get dressed.
I’ll be waiting in the hallway.”

My hobbies tend to go wild with half nakedness, and are not written on my status.
Basically I’m a gentleman.
Eventually, I met with Arina later when she finished changing clothes.

Arina was stunned.
This would be the first time in  history that I saw Arina with such a surprised expression.

I stared in admiration and enjoyed every moment of it! But then a meteorite descended.
To be precise, it was Arina with her sharp punches.
My internal organs shook, I crouched down due to the impact.
It felt like my insides were about to escape through my mouth.

“If you come in, I’ll kill you.
I will lock you in a dark room using chains and make you listen to Anpan March Eternity at enough volume to rupture your eardrums.
You’ll  be on a prisoner’s diet with water and bread only.
I will slowly exhaust you, don’t you agree?”

I nodded ” Hei ” without power.

After the costume change, Arina opened the sliding door.
I was sitting in the gym, but upon her arrival, I stood up.

I was surprised that her hairstyle was a ponytail, so I was surprisingly motivated.
It’s cute if you keep silent.

“I’ll beat you up again.”

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“No violence.
Pacifism is your goal, so don’t give up.
Learn from Reverend King.
Do you know Reverend King?”

(T/N: Chukwuemeka Ezeugo, simply known by his sobriquet Reverend King, is a Christian preacher from Anambra State, South-east Nigeria.
In 2006, he rose to nationwide recognition following the murder of a church member, Ann Uzoh. I don’t know if this is right)

“I know.
Let’s get going.”

There was only Hiroshi Nagareishi.
No high school student  knows the name of Pastor King.To be honest, I was happy that this conversation was possible.

“The women’s tennis club are still engaging in club activities..
Let’s go.”

That’s why I came to the club before it ended, I thought while grinning.
Everyone wears frills.
Now I’m not an expert, but think about a man’s eyes.
It’s shameless to me! My brain is composed of 80%  “honesty” and 20% “appetite”.
However, it’s not so neat for an average high schooler.
Their brains include 10% of “sexual desire”.
That’s right you guessed it, it’s a lump of libido! Remember, girls tennis club….  all the boys except me are dirty minded.

(T/N: Uhhh if you don’t have Dirty thoughts then something is totally wrong with your health  ain’t it buddy?)

(ED/N: He’s definitely thinking in hyper mode haha)

Arina was about to get hit by the sunlight, so I gave her a hat.
When I thought that she had received it obediently she told me “I do not believe a water flea has a hat”.

“Oh, it’s Sui!”

Shirona rushed over.
As she did, I glanced over at Arina.

”Oh, Arina! What’s wrong?”
 

Arina takes her eyes off, “you’re shy aren’t you”.
She crossed her arms as if she was in a bad mood.

“Shirona.
Me and Arina are the collectors.
Did you talk to the manager?”

“Yup! The manager is Yuri and she welcomes you.”

“Is that so?”

“I should have told you back then.
Just bring the racket and hit the ball back, the one that flew towards the lawn.”

“All right, Arina, let’s go.”

“Thank you for today, Sui and Arina.”

“Leave it to me.”

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“Yeah.”

There are two tennis courts without a fence.
Although there is a wall on one side across the net, on the other side there is none.
An open space.
That’s why she wants us to catch the balls flying that way.
This is certainly a factor that leads to a significant loss of practice time.

Me and Arina borrowed a racket and went to the area.
As we arrived, there were already balls lying around.
It will take some time to collect them.

I grabbed one of the balls and swung the racket eagerly.

“Why, won’t you hit?”

Hold the ball with your left hand, throw it into the air and swing as if the racket is supposed to cut the wind.  However, even though I swinged it hard enough, it does not hit.

“Bullshit, can’t hit the damn balls.”

It continued on for  a number of times.
However, it hit the edge of the racket rather than the net, and flew in all directions.

“It’s too difficult … what a sport …”

(ED/N: You are a disgrace to the male demographic!)

I am inexperienced in tennis.
This will surely be a memorable day, a day when I first played tennis.
I don’t even know what to call it.
This is the first time I have ever touched a racket.
I’m not sure if this is a good idea,

And then there was Alina who hit it back with a pleasant sound right next to such an ultra amateur.
Who is she? A pro?

I watched  closely to imitate it, and I shook the racket vigorously to strike the balls.

“Are you stupid?”

Where is the pilot of this aircraft?  Or Do I have to fight the apostles?

(T/N: He is thinking as if this was a Flight Sim game for some reason)

“Tennis is too difficult, Arina.”

“You took the request, didn’t you? If so, then do it seriously.”

“Even if you say so, the ball avoids me.”

(T/N: When I say avoid it means he misses to hit the ball my bad)

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“So” *~~English*

What is it? Is it ‘so’ in English? Add something.
Ah, I will do it  again.
What do I do?

Pakong, Pakuk and Alina picked up the falling ball and tossed  it towards the court.
It seemed like she was enjoying my struggle.
When reading a book, it is bald and beautiful like a French doll, but it has no life.
But now Arina feels alive.
I thought I was working positively, though it might be due to my feelings.

Now.
Hit!

Apparently, Mr.
Ball likes to lie on the lawn.
As it falls, it sticks to it almost  immediately.
Lawn and bed-in without a scab on the racket.That’s bullshit, I don’t know what to do.

“Such a thing like that…”

The pilot of the Unit 8 was talking.

“Why are you trying to apply it to the frame and not the gut? It’s not a sword.
Do you want to go undercover? Why don’t you just go back to the Edo era?”

What is that terminology?

“In Japanese, please.”

“Enough! If you are not part of the net, you will not win or fly!”

“No way.……”

“Because it hits if you are aware that the plane of the racket is perpendicular to the ground! You idiot! It’d be more fun if you were talking to a fly.”

I feel that it seems like Sui will become the common language in the world because a lot of morons will be emitted.In any case, I want to recover somehow, so I’ll do as NII pilot says.

Then, I hit the ball though it was awkward, and it flew.

“It’s flying!”

“Noisy.
It’s decided to fly.
Do it more and more.”

(ED/N: You are officially excused, Sui.
I forgive you.)

I got the hang of it and played with the PAC-PAC-Con one after another.
This is really interesting.
The sound was good and the feeling  of it being transmitted to my hand was also pleasant.

I heard a voice saying, ” Oooooooooooooo.” It’s fun.
From a distance, Arina was hitting with a beautiful form.
I think that I am doing good for an amateur.
The aura that wears it is different.
The girls in the court were paying close attention to Arina.

I am not popular!