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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GOD IS FAIR.
Sometimes, he opens a window for you.
—And then he takes the roof off the house.
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FAR AWAY IN AOBA JOHSAI AT MIYAGI PREFECTURE, Oikawa Tooru crossed his arms and looked at the screen in front of him, taking a deep breath and revealing a slightly mocking smile.
...Snort.
Iwaizumi Hajime stared at the unsatisfied expression on Oikawa's face with dead fish eyes, shaking his head helplessly.
In some way, Kobayashi Aotori scoring points is more satisfying to this guy than Ushijima Wakatoshi scoring points.
However, there is no doubt that there is more than one demon king in Shiratorizawa.
Although Aotori has been shining this year, let's not forget, even before he emerged and returned to Japan, Shiratorizawa was still considered the "BOSS."
Now that Aotori has joined Shiratorizawa, it only made one thing clearer to them—
Demon kings are also divided into different levels and types.
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THE RAPIDLY HEATED UP MATCH became even more intense, and even at several key moments, the audience in the front row couldn't help but stand, clenching their fists tightly, or cheering and sighing as they sat back down.
Another ball landed. Aotori high-fived his teammates as they rotated positions. He glanced casually at the position on the opposite side, suddenly locking eyes with a pair of narrow eyes.
—It was Suna Rintarou.
Fortunately, they only exchanged glances for a moment before cleverly diverting their gazes, allowing Kobayashi Aotori to breathe a slight sigh of relief.
It was Inarizaki's serve.
The volleyball was served steadily. Yamagata Hayato dived, raising it high again, positioning it forward, and beneath it stood an excited Goshiki Tsutomu.
Kobayashi Aotori's steps paused, but seeing Goshiki's excited expression, for some reason, he still moved in that direction—
Is it my turn?
Goshiki Tsutomu focused intently on the volleyball before him, his mind freezing slightly for a moment, but he clenched his teeth the next moment. Feeling the hot sensation in his hand, countless training sessions at Shiratorizawa flashed in his mind, actions that had become extremely skilled through repeated practice—
