Swimming Lesson, Saintess Swimsuit Critical Hit

Swimming class.

Tsukishima went into the water and swam two laps as usual, trying to evolve his dog paddle into breaststroke, but unfortunately the dog paddle skill still stubbornly occupied his skill slot.

"Tsukishima-kun, you need to relax, don't tense your body."

The PE teacher stood beside him, trying to correct his posture, but whenever there was a slight change, Tsukishima somehow found himself back in the embrace of the dog paddle.

The PE teacher was troubled, and Tsukishima was troubled too.

"Hahaha, Tsukishima boy, your form is truly ungraceful!"

The beautiful guy Rokusuke Koenji swam past him, still able to talk while swimming.

Tsukishima sighed: "So, sensei, why do I always revert to the dog paddle? Is it because I don't practice enough?"

The PE teacher rubbed his chin: "Maybe your impression of the dog paddle is too deep. It's like some people walk fine normally, but when there's a crowd, they start walking with the same arm and leg."

"You realize you're practicing swimming, and instinctively you start dog paddling. Maybe you could change your mindset, from practicing swimming to playing in the water and relaxing?"

Tsukishima didn't think much of that idea, but he didn't have any good ideas himself, so he started splashing around in the water.

He still had a strong interest in swimming.

Swimming could improve the lumbar problems from sitting too long, and who knows, maybe he'd work as a swimming instructor someday.

While he was focused on splashing in the water.

Hirata Yosuke walked over, a warm smile on his face: "Tsukishima-kun."

Tsukishima stopped: "Hirata-kun, is there something?"

Hirata sat on the edge of the pool: "It's like this. Chabashira-sensei said that anyone who fails the midterm exam next month will be expelled, so I'm planning to gather everyone for a study session."

"Tsukishima-kun did quite well on the last quiz, so I was hoping you could join the study session."

Tsukishima got out of the water and asked: "Who's confirmed to join the study session so far?"

"Yamauchi, Ike, Sudo, Yukimura..."

"The Yamauchi trio... I'll pass. I have to go to the Manga Club after school to learn drawing manga, so I probably won't have time."

Tsukishima paused: "Maybe you could try Horikita-san and Ayanokouji-kun. Horikita-san might be a bit cold, but her grades are really good."

"Ayanokouji-kun's grades should be good too. In the entrance test and the last quiz, he scored exactly 50 in every subject. He's definitely a score-controlling master."

Hirata looked a bit disappointed but still nodded: "Since Tsukishima-kun doesn't have time, that's fine."

He thought for a moment: "About Yamauchi and Ike borrowing points from you before, I'll have them apologize to you. But if you have extra points, it wouldn't hurt to help out the classmates a bit."

"After all, we'll be in the same class for a long time, and it's good to maintain relationships."

Tsukishima naturally agreed with a smile: "Of course, but I just bought some manga equipment recently, so I don't have much left."

In reality, he still had over 1.35 million.

But lending points to the gods of Class D? How could that be?

Especially to the Yamauchi trio.

Hirata left to bother Horikita and Ayanokouji.

Tsukishima leaned against the pool edge, watching Hirata's back, and shook his head.

Poor Hirata Superman, he still didn't know what he was about to face.

Ahead lay beasts!

He went back into the water and continued wrestling with his dog paddle.

After swimming two laps, he rested by the poolside, catching a glimpse of Kushida walking over from the locker room direction.

Swimsuit.

As always... well.

Let's just say she really lived up to being the sect's saintess.

Kushida reached the poolside, swept her gaze around, and then precisely landed on Tsukishima.

She walked over with a smile, opening with: "Tsukishima-kun, your swimming form is still so cute~"

Tsukishima glanced at her: "Here to collect evidence? Leaving my marks on the saintess in broad daylight, tsk tsk, it's getting me a little excited!"

Kushida's smile didn't waver, but she subtly pulled her body back:

"Tsukishima-kun sure likes to joke~"

"I'm not joking, but forget it. The saintess's fall from grace has to be taken slowly. You need to go satisfy your followers. Lord Yamauchi will surely etch your figure into his memory as a side dish and then piously let out an 'oh-ho' cry."

A crack appeared in Kushida's smile.

Yamauchi appeared, his eyes sweeping over the girls' bodies like searchlights, finally locking onto Kushida.

His eyes lit up, and he moved with the agility of an ape, swinging over.

"Kushida-san, so you were here!"

Wherever Yamauchi appeared, his companion spirit Ike Kanji was naturally there too.

"Kushida, I grew up around water—I can even catch fish with my bare hands. Let me teach you how to swim!"

His gaze swept over her, as if trying to pierce through Kushida's thick front armor.

Remembering what Tsukishima had said, a chill ran down her spine.

She forced a determined face: "I already know how to swim~ And right now I'm teaching Tsukishima... Hey~ Tsukishima?!"

Tsukishima had already slipped underwater and made his escape while Yamauchi and the other guy were walking over.

"Tsukishima boy, that diving posture of yours was quite beautiful. Looks like you're starting to grasp the secret of beauty!"

Takara had somehow produced a beach chair, with a small table beside it and a drink on the table.

Tsukishima: "The secret of beauty might be keeping your composure under pressure."

Takara laughed heartily: "Tsukishima boy, your conclusion about beauty is really amusing!"

Kushida swam over with a smile, covering her mouth in surprise: "Takara, do they provide these things during swim class? That's amazing~"

Takara glanced at her, leaned back, and sipped his drink: "Tsukishima boy, it seems your cultivation of beauty still has a long way to go."

Tsukishima rolled his eyes and pulled Kushida away from that beauty-obsessed Takara.

"How did you shake off those two ape-men? Their stares are practically burning a hole through me now."

Kushida tilted her head, playing cute, her voice low: "I told those two damn perverts I was teaching you to swim and wanted some private space with you."

Tsukishima nodded: "So I'm your shield now? The holy saintess is about to descend into the mortal world? That doesn't sound good, does it?"

She grabbed his arm, a hint of shyness on her face: "It's you, the perverted miser, who's chasing after me. Poor Tsukishima, no friends, the only person he can talk to in class is Kushida."

"So he falls for Kushida and starts pursuing her. Kushida, to keep poor Tsukishima from getting hurt, can only temporarily interact with him, then think of other ways, and plans to introduce him to some friends."

"How does that story sound?"

Tsukishima teased: "But after Tsukishima makes other friends, will Saintess Kushida end up being bagged by Yamauchi using the same method? There'll probably be a wave of confessions, right? Since she's the kind saintess after all."

"Might even end up as a shared girlfriend."