"Was there any special reason you chose this spot?" Before the game began, Watanabe-senpai couldn't help asking.
"Why...? serious face Because it stands out! evil grin" Miyuki wore a wicked expression.
"Sigh!" Watanabe-senpai let out a helpless sigh.
Furuya said nothing, merely tilting his head slightly in confusion.
"Didn't Sendou stand Naru up? If he happens to spot us from this position, I'm looking forward to seeing Naru's expression! Hahaha!" Miyuki laughed in his distinctive voice.
"There are too many spectators here today. It'll probably be hard for him to notice us," Watanabe-senpai reminded him helplessly.
"Don't sweat the details! The rest is up to luck! This is called doing everything humanly possible and leaving the rest to fate!" Miyuki laughed carelessly.
"Senior Miyuki's luck has never been very good. During the drawing lots before, he always got placed in bad groups!" Natural Airhead Furuya suddenly spoke up.
"Cough!" Honest people's words were often lethal. That one sentence nearly made Miyuki choke on his saliva.
"That was just a temporary streak of bad luck! Didn't I win our rock-paper-scissors game during yesterday's match?" Luck was the one thing Miyuki wanted to argue about.
But although Furuya was spacey and quiet, he was actually very observant.
Back when Miyuki had been injured during the Autumn Tournament, this natural airhead had noticed something was wrong early on.
And the two people he admired happened to be that pair of childhood friends from Nagano...
"Sendou-san said that people with bad luck generally fall into only three categories!"
"Oh?" Watanabe-senpai was curious.
"People who step in dog shit! People who have used up their previous luck in advance, and people who were so unlucky before that they've nearly exhausted all their bad luck!" The moment Furuya opened his mouth, Miyuki knew it was nonsense,