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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SHIRATORIZAWA'S ACCOMMODATION
After his bath, Aotori felt completely relaxed, but at the same time, he had shed his daytime disguise. Exhausted, he collapsed onto the bed and slowly let out a deep breath.
—If it were my previous life, I could smoke a cigarette now.
His navy blue hair, now dry, lay loose and flat on the white bedspread, creating a striking contrast that had an almost ink-painting-like beauty, if you ignored the blank expression on the face of the "adult" idiot.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
The sudden knocking startled Aotori, making him sit up with a jolt, but his urgency was not to answer the door—
He quickly grabbed the white T-shirt beside him and hastily put it on. Then he picked up the black shorts from the edge of the bed and clumsily slipped them on, stumbling as he grabbed the wall for support. Responding to the second knock at the door, he called out:
"Coming, coming... hey—!"
This was the nearly tumbling Kobayashi Aotori.
Finally, he reached the door safely. When he opened it, he was met with a head of drooping red hair.
Aotori paused for two seconds. The next moment, he brushed the blue mid-length hair from his eyes, leaned against the door frame with one hand, and used the other to push back his hair, looking confused at the smiling red head outside.
—A moment later, a calm voice sounded.
"...Who are you?"
The corners of the red-haired young man's mouth visibly dropped.
Tendou Satori: Unhappy.
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TENDOU SATORI'S large body sat on Kobayashi Aotori's bed. He tried to swing his legs off the side, but when he found that he failed, he simply crossed his legs over.
Aotori's navy blue mid-length hair was loose, with the front strands swept back by his hand into a precarious pompadour that could fall apart at any moment. If he looked in the mirror now, he might notice that his hairline seemed healthier than in his previous life when he liked to wear gloomy hairstyles.
He was only wearing a simple white T-shirt and black shorts, with slippers on his feet, arms crossed as he watched Tendou play with his pile of hair ties.
"Wow~ Aotori-chan looks like a kawaii girl~! These hair ties are so interesting! Did Aotori-chan pick them out himself?" Despite everything, this guy fearlessly kept running his mouth.
Aotori: Forbearance.
"...I just called out numbers in the store, and the clerk picked them."
"Eh? Really?" Tendou looked up with a smile, with a pink hair tie somehow mixed into his hair, forming a ridiculous topknot.
