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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MY NAME IS KOBAYASHI AOTORI, and I'm currently the starting middle blocker for Shiratorizawa.
I am now at the entrance of my own volleyball club, watching my teammates and my "protagonist" friends quarreling and bickering with each other. I am caught in the middle and my head is buzzing.
Kobayashi Aotori slightly raised his head, looking at the azure blue sky. Beside him, a red head and an orange head were jumping around like two elementary school kids.
"Aotori-chan would never go to a poor place like Karasuno!"
"Hah—?! Mr. Dynamite is obviously happier in Karasuno!!"
"No, Aotori belongs in 'fertile soil'."
"Aotori needs a stage where he can freely express himself!"
Even Ushijima and Kageyama joined the "argument". Standing on the steps, Shirabu had been sulking because of Kageyama's words, but upon seeing Aotori caught in the middle, for some reason, all the anger in his mind dissipated, leaving only one thought:
—You have a taste of it too, huh.
The noise around him seemed unrelated to Kobayashi Aotori; he only found them noisy.
—In the end, this farce ended with Hinata and his group's departure. Before they left, they threw out some harsh words about the upcoming Spring High Tournament. After hearing those words, Kobayashi Aotori barely felt that the style of the painting was right.
T.N.: 画风对了 (huà fēng duì le): Literally "the style of the painting is right," this phrase is used metaphorically to mean that the atmosphere or situation feels correct or matches expectations.
They should have said those things to Ushijima from the beginning! Then nothing would have happened!!
But complaining was useless; after all, even Kobayashi Aotori only caught the tail end of their conversation and didn't know how the topic veered from soil to himself.
Though Tendou argued fiercely with them, he only laughed afterward. They didn't take Hinata and Kageyama's words seriously.
—After all—
They're Shiratorizawa.
No matter what, even though they had been crushed beyond recognition by Aotori and Ushijima, they still have their own pride.
Shirabu silently watched his teammates moving around. Ohira Reon jumped up and smacked the volleyball in front of him with a heavy "bang—!", the sound not any weaker than Ushijima.
SITTING NEARBY, Kobayashi Aotori applied ointment to his joints and forearms, occasionally glancing at the action. Next to him, Semi Eita helped him tear strips of bandages. Noticing his focused gaze, he raised an eyebrow.
