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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FOR THE FINAL crucial point, the ball was in Ushijima Wakatoshi's hands.
After stepping up to the serving line, his large hands gripped the volleyball firmly.
Standing in front of him was Kobayashi Aotori. He blinked and turned to look at Ushijima Wakatoshi's stern expression and the almost tangible dark aura behind him.
The memory of the recent painful incident of the volleyball hitting his face flashed in Aotori's mind.
So, in this tense situation, Kobayashi Aotori did something for the first time in this life—
He crossed his hands to protect the back of his head.
"..." Even Ushijima paused for a second.
"Pfft." Tendou couldn't contain his laughter and immediately burst into laughter. On the other side, Oikawa Tooru, with a touch of sarcasm, added:
"Oh dear, Mr. Dynamite better protect his head well, or else he might end up in the hospital due to an accidental hit from someone we could call the 'Big Cannon.' " His voice trailed off with a slightly teasing tone, making it even more infuriating.
Ushijima just pondered for a moment before earnestly stating, "Yes, it is essential to take precautions."
Ohira Reon's forehead broke out in a cold sweat. No, there's no need to emphasize that!
However, the countdown for the serve didn't allow them the luxury of such banter.
As the countdown neared its end, Ushijima tossed the volleyball into the air with an unchanging expression.
But in those few seconds of the opponent's movement, Oikawa Tooru turned slightly, and his gaze collided with Watari Shinji standing at the back. When he locked eyes with the calm gaze of the other, his heartbeat slightly eased for a moment, but in response—
Has Mr. Dynamite's intimidation surpassed even Ushiwaka's?
Or should he simply be called—Libero Killer?
With a resounding "Bang," Ushijima's hand forcefully struck the volleyball. The ball, now accelerated, swiftly flew towards Aoba Johsai's side like a bullet—
But just as everyone thought it was over, an unexpected loud noise echoed:
"Bang—!"
Watari Shinji gritted his teeth, his face contorted slightly. But with determined effort, he forcefully lifted the ball—
And although the trajectory deviated, for Aoba Johsai at this moment, not hitting the ground meant victory.
"Well done~" Even in this critical moment, Oikawa Tooru continued to encourage his teammates. He took a few steps back, his eyes fixed on the volleyball before him.
