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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KOBAYASHI AOTORI slightly lowered his head, looking at the ointment handed over by Ushijima. He skillfully replaced the bandage on his hand, feeling the cool sensation burst forth at his heated joints. He took a deep breath and put on a new bandage.
His fingers in front of him were wrapped in bandages, slowly clenching into a fist. He silently watched the fist before him.
Suddenly, he exhaled a turbid breath, and the previously gloomy look in his eyes suddenly relaxed, a soft light flashed through his pupils.
—Kobayashi Aotori, on the Spring High court, felt a long-lost sense of ease and freedom.
Not far away, several people sitting and standing in relaxed postures exchanged knowing smiles. Tendou Satori and Semi Eita exchanged glances, both seeing the smile in each other's eyes.
Thus, in such a tense situation, Shiratorizawa presented a scene of unusual leisure.
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THE SHORT BREAK quickly ended, and Aotori put down the water bottle in his hand. The strands of hair on his forehead moved without wind as he stood up and walked towards the court. A hand was placed on his shoulder as he slightly turned his head, meeting Tendou's ever-smiling face.
The two locked eyes, and the next moment, Aotori's expression suddenly relaxed, a rare smile spreading across his face.
"Yoshi! Let's go! Aotori-chan!!" Tendou's boisterous voice rang in his ears. The other team members also gathered around him, and the Shiratorizawa group went to the court for the second set.
"...Beep—" The crisp whistle sounded in their ears. Simultaneously, a group of young men in purple and white jerseys walked side by side onto the court. Nekoma's members watched their opponents take the court together, then seamlessly return to their original positions. For some reason, an inexplicable pressure came towards them—
In a trance, the bright court opposite them seemed to instantly transform into an imposing battlefield.
Both sides had different expressions and heights, but at this moment, everyone couldn't help but feel a fire burning in their hearts—
Across the net, Ushijima Wakatoshi's steady gaze met Kuroo's smiling eyes. The other party's curved eyes suddenly opened wide, pupils slightly rotating, glancing past Ushijima, and finally locking eyes with the tall figure in the back row, his short navy-blue hair slightly drooping.
"Oh my~ since it's like this, there's no way out, huh?" His leisurely voice rang out, and under the watchful eyes of Shiratorizawa, he slightly lowered his head, looking up at them with upturned eyes, although his mouth clearly held a smile, it somehow exuded an extremely intense sense of oppression:
