49: Did You Ask for My Opinion?

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TOKYO, AT A YAKINIKU RESTAURANT

Kobayashi Aotori was sitting on a tatami mat. Although he was still somewhat unaccustomed, he understood the importance of adapting to local customs.

Dressed in casual attire, he wore a white T-shirt and a black baseball jacket on top, and black pants on the bottom. His baseball cap was hanging on a nearby coat rack.

A volleyball player wearing clothes named "baseball" was quite amusing.

His navy-blue mid-length hair was tied back, and this time the hair tie had a champion's emblem on it.

Facing the formidable Itachiyama, it would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous. After all, even now, he only saw himself as an ordinary amateur enthusiast who "knows volleyball".

Currently, he was relying on years of experience from his previous life, unfairly "bullying" these young players. Ah, and there's a high chance he might not even win.

But fortunately, now—

—he wasn't alone.


PROPPING HIS CHIN WITH ONE HAND, his narrow eyes slightly squinted with contentment as he watched his noisy teammates across the table. Though it was a private room, it was still a little too noisy.

If it weren't for the lack of alcohol, he would have thought he had dreamt back to his previous life, to the social gatherings after work.

Japan is really troublesome; people under 20 aren't allowed to drink. And in this "anime world," there certainly wouldn't be any law-breaking behavior.

Kobayashi Aotori didn't dislike drinking. He enjoyed the feeling of being slightly intoxicated, but after attending so many social gatherings, it became difficult to achieve that pleasant solo buzz.

"Aotori-chan~!"

A familiar voice called from behind, and Kobayashi Aotori's brows furrowed slightly in helplessness. The next moment, a tall man of about 1.8 meters wrapped an arm around his shoulders, leaning against his back, and looked at him with a grin:

"Aotori-chan looks super—mature! Are you actually thinking of joining Coach Washijo's table?"

Kobayashi Aotori's expression froze. He silently shrugged off Tendou's arm from his shoulder, and amidst Tendou's dramatic "Eh—," he quietly moved aside, allowing Tendou to wedge himself between him and Ushijima Wakatoshi.

—Somewhere along the line, Kobayashi Aotori had gotten used to Tendou forcibly pulling him over and being sandwiched between Tendou and Ushijima. He feels like he's been 'PUA-ed' by them, but there's no evidence.

T.N.: "PUA" stands for "Pick-Up Artist." It refers to someone who is skilled or claims to be skilled at attracting romantic or sexual interest from others, often through various techniques or strategies. The term "PUA-ed" in the context of the sentence means feeling like one has been manipulated or coerced in a social or relational context, akin to being influenced or persuaded by a pick-up artist. It suggests a feeling of being maneuvered into a situation without explicit consent or awareness.

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