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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SAKUSA'S FACE DARKENED, seemingly very displeased with Komori for digging his secret, but still didn't deny. He simply stuck one hand in his pocket, continuously turning his head to the other side.
The sound of a gulping that only Kobayashi Aotori could hear rang in his ears. Though it didn't show on his face, the corner of his eye twitched slightly. Just the thought of playing volleyball under the watchful eyes of these two gave him a strange sense of shame!
If he hadn't gone through the psychological changes of the past two days, he didn't know if he would have shown a very inappropriate expression right now.
Actually, this was entirely his own overthinking. No matter how upset he was, his face always maintained an expression of calm indifference.
"Eh—? Inarizaki just had a technical exchange with Aotori-san a couple of days ago!"
It wasn't until Komori Motoya shouted this sentence that Kobayashi Aotori's expression showed signs of cracking.
This was because, after hearing such boasting from the upturned-nosed Miya Atsumu, he had a resentful look and stared gloomily at Kobayashi Aotori, who had rejected several invitations to "visit" Itachiyama.
Little did he know, the reason Kobayashi Aotori agreed was because he had made a rather stupid "strategy," but the result was that he ended up shooting himself in the foot.
Kobayashi Aotori avoided Komori Motoya's gaze with a head full of black lines. At the same time, another voice sounded, once again rescuing him:
"Aotori——!"
This voice was very familiar to Kobayashi Aotori; it was Kageyama.
The other party trotted over and noticed that something was wrong in the atmosphere. He squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the people around Kobayashi Aotori with a hint of hostility, the fighting spirit on his face undisguised.
At this moment, Miya Atsumu, who was originally boasting to Komori Motoya, also raised his head. He looked at Kageyama in front of him, this "genius setter" piquing his interest greatly.
There seemed to be sparks flashing in their eyes. Just when Kobayashi Aotori wanted to say something to quickly escape the chaotic situation, a crisp whistle saved him——
"Everyone—! Gather!!"
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SEVERAL PEOPLE STOOD IN LINE. Whether it was his illusion or not, Kobayashi Aotori always felt a few inexplicable gazes falling on him.
This wasn't his illusion. Beside him were several faces very familiar from the Volleyball Weekly magazine, and they all frequently cast glances his way.
