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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WITH MIYA OSAMU'S HASTY SAVE, the volleyball soared high and unsurprisingly crossed the net, quickly heading towards Shiratorizawa's court. At the forefront, Goshiki clenched his teeth. Ever since his spike had been blocked by Suna, he had been tense.
The moment he saw the volleyball coming, his eyes became resolute. Without hesitation, he squatted in the direction of the incoming ball. Just before the ball hit the ground, Goshiki's forearm bumped it high back into the air, swiftly turning the initially awful angle into a favorable opportunity for Shiratorizawa's offense, creating a chance ball for them.
Everyone focused their attention on Shirabu, the setter. At this moment, Shirabu's face was expressionless, his brow slightly furrowed. He ignored the weighty gazes from everyone and concentrated solely on the volleyball in front of him—
The volleyball paused briefly in the air before plummeting sharply.
Under the net, Shirabu sensed the intense fox-like stares from Inarizaki's players. His eyes subtly shifted, scanning his own team's positions in a fraction of a second—
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a dark blue figure—
Shirabu's tightly pressed lips curved into a rare smile. If the other members of Shiratorizawa saw it, they would definitely exclaim in disbelief.
—But the truth was, without a doubt, just like this.
Just like this volleyball, it was destined to land in that man's hands.
Shirabu's gaze remained calm, his face holding that rare smile, a smile filled with confidence. Then, he shouted the name that sent a surge of energy through all of Inarizaki, made the Karasuno members watching behind the screen excited, and instantly heightened the tension for everyone present—
Behind the screen, the members of Aoba Johsai, who were already glued to their phones, heard the gradually rising voice, shaking them to their core.
—"You're here."
At the front, Tooru Oikawa's previously tense expression suddenly relaxed, a subtle yet noticeable hint of helplessness and an unaware smile in his eyes.
—"Aotori!!"
It's too unfair.
Summoning "Superman" and all.
—Almost as soon as the words were spoken, a tall figure instantly tore through the restraining space, dominating everyone's view with its undeniable presence. The intense aura immediately illuminated the entire court, and the navy-blue hair fluttered, tugging at everyone's heartstrings—
"...It's, it's Kobayashi Aotori!!"
"Kobayashi Aotori is here!!"
The commentator stood up again, unable to remember how many times he had lost control of his emotions during this match. His eyes sparkled with excitement, fixated on that person on the court—
