I Became Friends with the Second Cutest Girl in My Class (WN)

She was serious when she said that she would pull something like this during the match.

As long as Arae-san passed the ball to Amami-san, she would pass it right back.

She stopped caring about winning or losing.

“…Are you for real, Yuu?”

“Mm. Well, I’m just applying what I’ve been practicing, which is supporting Arae-san wholeheartedly.”

Umi, Nitta-san and I let out a resigned sigh.

Of course, this kind of play would only piss the other team members off, but no one on the team who had been practicing regularly showed any hostility toward Amami-san. Instead, they were glaring daggers at Arae-san.

‘Play properly, Nagisa Arae. Stop messing around!’, such thoughts were hidden behind their glares.

“Don’t dawdle, everyone! It’s our turn now, so let’s show them the result of our practice!”