Love Grows Where His Camila Goes

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Camila’s POV

"What a block by Tyrene Salamanca!"

My jaw dropped when I saw the open spiker that the opposing team had. At that moment, she was hitting the ball against the floor, specifically, the one that was located away from the libero who had been playing. After that, she was on the verge of having Chienna become a libero. It is fairly obvious to us that Chienna is the target of their concern because she is the most vulnerable of the group.

Tyrene and Kathy were there to defend us against their attacks, which was a fortunate circumstance. When Chienna is having difficulty receiving the attacks that have been thrown at her, we have other receivers to support her and help her through the situation.

Pumwesto kaming muli nang turn na ni Tyrene na mag–serve. She was holding the ball with nervousness and I could feel her hands shaking from where I was standing. As soon as she turned her attention to me, I smiled and nodded in an attempt to reassure her. I received a welcome with a smile from her. I was able to catch up on her determination to triumph because this is her final season.

She served the ball, and it came dangerously close to hitting the outside of the net, but the opposing team managed to prevent it. Our opponent made contact with the ball after it had landed on the outside of the court. The score was in our favor.

"Go USTe! Go USTe!"

I glanced at the bleachers. They swayed their banners as they cheered for our team. It was just a simple line but it gives me chills.

"Kami naman!"

"Nasa amin ang panalo! Nasa amin si Camila!"

These are the words that were scribbled on the manila papers that they had purchased. The game is once again the primary focus of my attention. However, because we had scored, it was still Tyrene's time to serve.

The game went on as usual. Mas mainit kaysa kanina ang naging laro namin, medyo ramdam ko na ang kaba dahil sa sunud–sunod na score ng kalaban sa set one. There was only one score that was needed, therefore they would undoubtedly win the first set.

Another attempt was made to pass the ball to Pantaleon, who was the open spiker for the other team. In this particular instance, our libero had a difficult time chasing after the ball. Chienna, on the other hand, launched an attempt to chase after it, but she was unsuccessful due to the rapidity with which the ball dropped on the ground.

"Introductions!" That was the loud yell that the other team made as the ball touched down.

As soon as Denise overheard the other teams screaming from the opposite line, I witnessed how she became amused and laughed at them.

Agad kaming lumapit sa isat–isa. I reached out and tapped their palms as I approached them. Coach Rivero gave us a friendly smile. He did not have any doubts about us. The only thing I could see was his confidence in us and his willingness to assist us.

"Bawi, USTe! Bawi!" By doing so, he strengthened our hope. At that moment, he turned his attention to Denise and most likely addressed her in some way. He let out a long sigh and smiled and nodded his head several times. "Set it all to Camila,"

Denise nodded while smiling at our coach. "Yes, Coach." I understood what she was trying to say when she winked at me. There is an excellent possibility that she will employ some strategies or illusions that are meant to confuse our adversary. My setter for life.

Before returning to his seat, Coach Rivero gave me a tap on the shoulder one last time. "It's on you," I was asked to spike by my squad, and Denise's lines were the ones that were being played throughout our practice. This time, I really won't hold back.