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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THOUGH SHIRATORIZAWA had many little interludes, with team members viewing Kobayashi Aotori's psychological activities through heavy filters, in reality, it's been less than a minute.
"Heh." A familiar low laughter rang out. Everyone turned towards the source of the sound, and Iwaizumi Hajime, who was extremely familiar with the voice, had three black lines sliding down his forehead.
At the source of the sound, Oikawa Tooru stood with his arms crossed. His handsome face full of arrogant dissatisfaction as he looked at Kobayashi Aotori. His eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke with his distinctive high-pitched voice:
"Suddenly using such an oppressive move... Whether it's in response to the confrontation just now or as intimidation, your goal must be to dampen our team's morale, right?!"
Huh? Dampen morale? Kobayashi Aotori was completely confused. However, before he could explain, Oikawa's follow-up words swiftly followed. His sharp gaze fixed on Kobayashi Aotori, and the way he pointed made Aotori want to deliver a famous line, but he held back.
"You cunning man!"
His voice wasn't particularly low, but it was just enough for both teams to hear clearly.
The sudden reminder surprised the members of Aoba Johsai, even Iwaizumi Hajime looked somewhat astonished at Kobayashi Aotori.
Looking at that handsome face, framed by short, navy-blue hair, a face devoid of emotion yet carried a hint of nonchalance.
Hmm... He is indeed very handsome. But, isn't he clearly a completely different type of jerk from that jerk Oikawa?!
Who would have thought he's also the cunning type?
Unaware of the insults he was receiving from the team members behind his back, Oikawa Tooru, reminded by his own words, confidently extended one finger, pointing at Kobayashi Aotori, "Don't think that just because you show off your muscles, Aoba Johsai will be scared of you!"
Hmm, these muscles are not the same as those muscles.
At that moment, Kobayashi Aotori was actually pondering the first half of Oikawa's statement. "In response to the confrontation just now"?
He suddenly remembered, he must be referring to that moment.
It was an interlude just after the morning match had ended, long before the start of the current match—
—AOTORI HAD JUST FINISHED watching the second half of the match between Karasuno and Aoba Johsai and was heading towards Shiratorizawa's resting area.
While passing the restroom, Kobayashi Aotori suddenly had a strange feeling, so he turned and entered it.
But just as Kobayashi Aotori was about to step out, a familiar figure walked out from the direction of the men's restroom—
