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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EVERYONE WORE different expressions as they watched Kobayashi Aotori speak. His narrow hazel eyes showed little emotion, but everyone could sense the intense thoughts behind his words.
Kuroo's lips curled slightly, crossing his arms.
So this is what you think, Aotori.
Even with talent, effort is still necessary. Who would've thought that despite your bad personality, your values are so upright?
He even comforts people? Akaashi was a bit surprised. Or perhaps he just genuinely thought Hinata had great talent?
—The person they were pondering about had just taken his hand off the orange-haired head, internally shocked:
That felt so good! ...What am I thinking?!
It should be: Wow, I can actually say such philosophical things.
Just as Kobayashi Aotori was feeling smug about his newfound literary prowess, a burst of light appeared beside him—
"Mm!! I understand now, Mr. Dynamite!!"
Hinata, who was now gripping his fists, looked completely different from his earlier dejected self. He raised his arms with shining eyes and then energetically ran to the other side to continue extra practice.
Kobayashi Aotori silently watched his retreating figure.
So in the end, I still didn't learn how he spikes with his eyes closed.
Kageyama: Maybe the problem would be solved by changing the setter.
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THE NEXT DAY
Kobayashi Aotori sat in the gymnasium, occasionally throwing volleyballs back into play that had gone out of bounds.
He lazily yawned, his narrow eyes squinting slightly, and he seemed very sleepy, making people doubt whether he was watching the game seriously.
In reality, the players on the court didn't think so—
Because Kobayashi Aotori's gaze was too intense, every player he looked at could feel it keenly.
It was like being an animal in the wild under the gaze of an eagle, making their skin crawl and their backs shiver.
Completely unaware of the weight of his gaze, Kobayashi Aotori thought he was observing them quietly, not knowing that everyone could clearly see where his gaze was directed.
Kobayashi Aotori wasn't just watching; as he observed everyone's training, a subtle feeling swept over him.
Everyone had different spiking habits, but reaching this level of skill undoubtedly meant they each had their strengths.
