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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"YOSHI! Good job, Tsutomu!!"
Tendou's smile was extraordinarily bright as he patted Goshiki Tsutomu's shoulder, forcing the stiff body of Goshiki, who had just fallen, to relax. Goshiki gritted his teeth and endured the "loving pat" from his senior, swallowing his pain.
Tendou, still smiling, hooked his arm around Goshiki's shoulder and brazenly said, "I didn't expect our Tsutomu to have grown this much!"
"Looks like the senpais' don't have to worry about Shiratorizawa having no successors after graduation!"
"Tsutomu will definitely be a perfect senpai!!"
Tendou laughed heartily, but after a couple of laughs, he noticed the previously noisy youth beside him had gone very quiet. He opened his eyes in confusion and was met with a pair of teary eyes—
"S-senpai—!!"
"Eh—! Tsutomu, are you crying?" Tendou's voice was high with surprise.
"...Idiot! The senpai's are just graduating!" This was from Shirabu, whose face turned dark instantly when he saw Goshiki's useless appearance, though he had been about to praise him a little.
Ohira Reon crossed his arms helplessly, looking at the quarreling pair with a smile on his face.
—The next moment, his gaze was drawn to the other side, where Kobayashi Aotori had just made a shocking play that shook the entire court.
Aotori stood alone on one side of the net. Having just countered Nekoma's offensive, there was no joy on his face, nor any fluctuating emotions. He merely frowned slightly, looking at Kuroo who was smiling sinisterly across the net.
"A~ ra~ Not bad, Mr. Dynamite! You even managed to counter that impossible situation so easily?" Kuroo, arms crossed, showed no sign of the frustration from the recent hit. Instead, his expression was relaxed.
—Indeed, they should be relaxed.
After all, it was them, Shiratorizawa, who had been forced to make such an astonishing play.
Kobayashi Aotori's wrist, placed by his side, instinctively moved slightly backward where no one could see, gradually hiding behind his back. In the unnoticed corner, it trembled slightly.
—Even for him, in that situation, breaking through Nekoma's layered defense to score was by no means an easy task.
However, Kobayashi Aotori didn't know that his so-called "blind spot" was actually the perfect angle for those in Shiratorizawa's rest area.
The advisor's face darkened when he noticed Aotori's trembling arm, his heart tightening. He turned back instinctively and met the anxious faces of Semi Eita and others—
