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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"BANG—!"
The loud noise echoed through the court, and the huge gust of wind it stirred up stimulated everyone's glands. The bangs of the girls in the front row flew up high, and their sparkling eyes were filled with uncontrollable excitement.
"Ha... ha..."
Everyone was slightly bent over, sweat dripping down their faces, with their hands on their knees, looking utterly exhausted.
Kobayashi Aotori's stamina was depleting particularly quickly. It seemed that because the amount of thinking and concentration had doubled from before, his stamina was also rapidly draining.
He was already planning to focus on improving his stamina after the Interhigh was over.
OFF THE COURT, Coach Washijo watched as Kobayashi Aotori dove to save the volleyball and quickly got back into position, ready to launch an attack at any moment. He exhaled a deep breath, his gaze growing even deeper.
He suddenly tugged at the corner of his mouth, watching Kobayashi Aotori's ungraceful but determined efforts to save the ball and score. The sound of the audience gasping reached his ears.
At the same time, in his mind, the contrast between Kobayashi Aotori's indifferent attitude during junior high when deciding whether to save a ball and his current focused gaze was stark.
At the same time, what surfaced in his mind was the stark contrast between Kobayashi Aotori's indifferent attitude during middle school when deciding whether to save a ball that could or could not be saved and his current focused gaze.
Well, the harvest this time is not small. Even if they lose, Shiratorizawa's trip to Tokyo this time was worth the ticket price.
...Those serious eyes are much more handsome than the rebellious expression before.
Coach Washijo tugged at the corner of his mouth, but unfortunately, the current advisor had already devoted all his energy and attention to the group of young boys leaping on the court, with no energy to spare to notice Coach Washijo's unusual behavior.
Everyone anxiously watched the intense match. Unlike the struggles in the latter part of the previous set, everyone gave it their all this time.
ON THE COURT, Kobayashi Aotori was unaware of the satisfied gaze Coach Washijo had on him; at this moment, he was completely focused on the court, his hazel eyes reflecting the shape of the volleyball.
Ushijima Wakatoshi's figure roared past, soaring high from behind him. In Suna Rintarou's shrinking pupils, the originally facing Kobayashi Aotori quickly moved aside, and what came towards him was Ushijima Wakatoshi's cannon-like strike—
