Can Playing Tennis Really Make You Popular?

Superpowers are the most useless things in the world. They can't change your height or stamina, or make girls like you more. When Yuzuhi Sora confided to an online friend that he wanted to be more popular, they immediately offered some advice: Join the most popular club. Sora promptly joined the school's most popular club, the tennis team. * At first, he secretly worked hard so he could become a starter. Then he realized that when people played tennis, they didn't just use superpowers. They could even kill someone. Yuzuhi Sora: What? Is that normal? But no matter how many people he asked, nobody thought anything was wrong. He cautiously started using his superpower during matches, hitting the ball so hard that it tore through the net and left a hole. Everyone: ... Sora nervously asked in a quiet voice, “Was that too weak?” Yukimura kept smiling, but had already placed a hand on Sora's shoulder. “Sora, don't you want to play tennis? Why become the manager?” “Do you want to win the national championship with us?” Sora was so nervous he stammered, “I-I do!” * He got stronger, but only thanks to his superpower. He received a love letter, but it was meant for someone else. Even more dejected, Sora went to talk to his online friend. Sora: I mean, it's great and all... but I'm still not popular myself. Waaah. Online friend: Give people little gifts, and lend a hand when you can. Sora started giving gifts to everyone around him, whether they went to his school or not. He also helped the people around him with their little problems: a club president with a serious illness, a Heavenly and Tyrannical one who'd gone astray, a white-haired high schooler whose friend had died, and a silver-haired boy who kept appearing in his dreams. Then, at the school festival, Sora was roped into trying on a maid outfit for a classmate. When taking a photo, he accidentally sent it to everyone in his contacts. Only afterward did Sora realize that people around him seemed to be treating him better. He happily told his online friend that he'd finally made some good friends. Online friend: You wouldn't want to lose me as a good friend too, would you? Online friend: Do you still have that photo from last time? Send it to me. Sora: ? Reader's Guide * The tennis club members are all aged up by three years, from middle school to high school. * Many original settings, and characters may be out of character. * Harem warning, with multiple endings. The protagonist is a beautiful, oblivious, honest, straight guy with superpowers. Please check out my upcoming story: Just Wait a Little Longer, My Husband Is About to Die I was assigned a solo mission: become the philandering new wife of the liquor empire's boss, then inherit his trillion-yuan fortune and the company after he dies. Once I did all that, my mission would be complete, and I'd be free. But there's a big problem. I'm Tsukishima Toru, I'm twenty-two, and I'm a man. Then inspiration struck: I could disguise myself as a woman. Thank goodness I have a pretty face. I looked perfectly convincing in women's clothes, so I got into the estate without a hitch. Here's the bad news: the old man has fallen into a coma, and before we could even register our marriage, someone tried to assassinate me. I was lucky to survive, and immediately went out to hire a bodyguard. The bodyguard had a scar at the corner of his mouth, a handsome face, and an incredible body. So I asked skeptically, “Will this really work? He looks like a gigolo.” The man smirked. “You think I can't handle it?” One day, I woke up after a drunken night and sat there clutching my lower back in shock. Great, my philandering persona was intact, but wasn't this guy a little too good at his job? I barely had time to do anything else. After careful consideration, I fired the bodyguard. I chose the liquor empire's top killer instead, hoping to bring him over to my side. While working with him, I started an online romance to keep up appearances. I thought I'd found a loophole. Nobody said I couldn't date someone online, right? She was a sweet woman called Strawberry Daifuku. We dated online for a month, then finally arranged to meet in person. I looked all around the meeting place, but all I saw was a white-haired high school boy. As soon as he spotted me, he came over and hugged me. Me: ??? How did my cute girlfriend turn into a guy? I was furious! I was going to break up with him! He smiled and asked, “When is that annoying old man going to die? I could kill him for you.” My anger immediately faded. I asked uncertainly, “Can you really do that?” The white-haired boy blinked. “Wow, you really doubt a high school guy?” Me: “...” That sounded strangely familiar, so I wisely kept my mouth shut. But after one drink, I still woke up the next morning clutching my lower back. Me: “...” Drinking is no good. I'm quitting. Just when I was about to cross the finish line, my white-haired high school boyfriend suddenly went silent. Furious, I texted him to say we were breaking up. I had no choice but to focus on the top killer again. I still needed someone to handle the aftermath once I took out the Boss. The top killer lifted my chin with one finger. His dark green eyes fixed on me, his voice cool and detached. “I do like Madam's face.” All I could do was brush him off. “Just wait a little longer. My husband is about to die.” The top killer wasn't fooled. He leaned down and kissed me with cool lips. “...I'll collect some interest first.” I got married, and it turned out the old man had used some kind of cutting-edge technology. At one hundred and thirty, he was still full of energy and showed no sign of dying. But my gigolo bodyguard, my former white-haired high school boyfriend, and the cold-blooded top killer all messaged me, offering to take care of my problems. ...I don't need that anymore. I think I'm going to end up with kidney deficiency. That price is far too high for me to pay. I took one decisive swing, and the old man and I went down together. Then I retired in style. A month later, I was sent back to this world. The System told me that this world needed after-sales support. Ha! Stupid System, what kind of joke is that? Theme: Work hard to become a better version of yourself