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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"SMACK!"
The volleyball was suddenly spiked down hard by the opposing block. Aotori felt a strong force on his wrist and momentarily lost control. The collision of forces was too different from what Aotori had anticipated, causing the volleyball to fly off after the heavy impact.
"Beep—"
After countless rallies, this point was finally decided. The front-row spectators let out a breath, fearing they might suffocate to death if the point dragged on any longer.
Seeing the point lost, Kobayashi Aotori's expression didn't waver much, but a look of surprise flickered in his eyes when no one was looking. He was puzzled internally.
Why did Kuroo suddenly become so strong?
However, when Aotori looked up, he found Kuroo staring at him with a resentful gaze. Aotori coughed lightly, completely unaware of what was going on. Wasn't the person who suddenly got stronger is you?!
This sudden change in his opponent caused Aotori, who was reminiscing about his past love for hot-blooded youth manga, to snap out of that nostalgic state.
He stared at Kuroo with dead-fish eyes, slowly exhaling. At this moment, he was pulled back to reality from his fantasy by Kuroo's unexpected move.
Indeed, youth is best preserved in memories. Otherwise, you never know when it might suddenly pop out, turning two-dimensional characters into three-dimensional ones, and past moe points into all-out flaws.
Ah, what philosophical words I speak.
Aotori had no idea that his casual remark earlier almost caused real damage in Kuroo's overactive imagination.
—In any case, this point might have involved some luck, but undeniably, it gave Nekoma, who was on the edge of a cliff, a chance to breathe.
Shiratorizawa vs. Nekoma.
24:23.
There was no doubt that Shiratorizawa only needed one more point to reach the end of this set and this match.
The expressions of the players were tense, and the audience wore solemn expressions. The people watching behind the screens were even more serious, afraid of missing every noteworthy moment.
"Beep—"
With a crisp sound, Nekoma served the volleyball. At this moment, everyone's eyes simultaneously looked up. They almost all lifted their heads at the same time, gazing at the volleyball in the air or something high up—
In the resting area, Coach Washijo stood with his arms crossed, his expression as usual. Only he knew that the sweat in his palms couldn't lie.
