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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HEAVY BREATHING echoed in his ears, sweat trickled down his cheeks.
Miya Osamu's expression was a bit grim, he was panting lightly, and it seemed he could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. His slightly hunched body was tense, and he glanced sideways at his teammates.
—This is just the beginning of the match.
Rather than sweat, it was more like cold sweat derived from being pushed step by step.
In this tightly enclosed court, under such tense and urgent match conditions, in front of such strong and domineering opponents. Everyone's forehead gradually became covered with fine beads of sweat.
"Pa, pa, pa," the sound of the volleyball lightly hitting the ground echoed in his ears.
How many rounds has it been?
—But the volleyball was still in that "demon's" hands.
The camera suddenly zoomed in rapidly, swiftly moving from the tense Inarizaki court to the familiar figure behind the serving line on the Shiratorizawa court.
A handsome face flashed on the big screen, but at this moment, that handsome face only gave people an endless sense of fear and oppression.
Kobayashi Aotori lowered his eyes, his wrist turning lightly, the volleyball spinning quickly in his palm, finally stopping steadily.
What followed was the rise of those hazel eyes, which unabashedly looked directly at Inarizaki's court. His patrolling gaze swept across the opponent's court, his aggressiveness so strong that it seemed like a lord inspecting his own territory.
"Gulp." A clear sound of swallowing could be heard.
Ojiro Aran glanced back slightly, an unavoidable hint of worry in his eyes.
Akagi...
He supported his knees with his hands, sweat continuously dripping down his forehead, his forearm resting on his leg trembling slightly, covered with huge red marks that stood out like they were branded with fire.
...But unfortunately, this didn't mean Akagi had just received Aotori's serve.
On the contrary, the high-speed spinning volleyball hit his arm smoothly, bringing an instant numbness and pain. As the volleyball spun to the side amidst sighs of pity, it seemed to fly out of the court.
Kita Shinsuke pursed his lips tightly off the court, a bead of cold sweat slowly sliding down his forehead. He crossed his hands in front of his mouth, his expression gradually becoming serious.
Indeed, Shiratorizawa was as difficult to deal with as they had imagined.
Back when Kobayashi Aotori came to Inarizaki for technical exchanges, his teammates only saw that Kobayashi Aotori seemed to have made another rapid leap in strength, but Kita was different. His meticulous nature noticed that Kobayashi Aotori was distinctly different from before.
