我打排球真的很弱 by 斯诺克 (Snooker)
"But everyone thinks I am very strong."
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Kobayashi Aotori, who was once an "ordinary person" in the volleyball club, has now transmigrated to become the "volleyball genius" who just defeated Kageyama.
Deciding to stay a...
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THE SETTING SUN illuminated the roadside, warm and golden. A large yellow dog lazily lay on the ground, basking in the lingering warmth of the sun.
A tall figure crossed by at a leisurely pace, and the dog lazily lifted its eyes. In the next moment, the person had already appeared in the distance.
Seemingly unable to comprehend how such a leisurely pace could be so fast, the yellow dog tilted its head, then gave up thinking with a "woof," lying back down on the ground.
The figure running past was none other than Kobayashi Aotori.
He was still clad in Shiratorizawa's club uniform, today's training finished a bit earlier and he decided to take a run, detouring to the slightly more distant Sakanoshita Market to buy a bento.
His navy-blue hair swayed with the wind, and the length of his wolf tail reached his neck. With hazel eyes fixed ahead, sweat trickled down his face and into the air, while the warm sunlight caused him to squint slightly.
HE ARRIVED.
Stepping into the Sakanoshita Market, the shop owner Keishin Ukai glanced up at him, noticing the sports uniform on him with the academy logo. He raised an eyebrow but didn't show much expression.
After all, what does the world of volleyball have to do with him?
Kobayashi Aotori instinctively ignored Ukai's gaze. He turned into the aisles, bending down to look at the various bento options on the shelves. After a moment of contemplation, he picked up one that suited his taste and grabbed a few bottles of energy drinks.
Not forgetting the embarrassing incident from last time when he spent too long pondering, he headed to the checkout right after making his selections.
Suddenly, his ears twitched, catching the clamor of voices from outside.
"Hinata!! Slow down a bit!" It was a breathy, gentle voice.
"AHAHAHA! It's rare for Daichi to treat us today, hurry up, or there won't be any buns left!" said by a rough voice.
Kobayashi Aotori didn't catch the content of their conversation, and he didn't think much about it. Carrying his items, he walked towards the counter, but the person in front of him suddenly came to a halt—
Daichi stared at the familiar face before him in astonishment. The teenager with navy-blue hair lowered his head to pay. He tilted his head, massaging his stiff neck. Without lifting his eyes to look at Daichi, he neatly completed the payment, preparing to leave with the shopping bag in hand.
Suddenly remembering that Kageyama and the others were outside, Daichi, unable to react in time, subconsciously grabbed Kobayashi Aotori's sleeve—
Caught off guard by the resistance, Kobayashi Aotori furrowed his brows, turned around, and was met with the sight of a familiar black sports uniform. He blinked, a hint of confusion flickering in his hazel eyes, along with a well-concealed sense of unease.
