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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THE SHARP WHISTLE SOUNDED, and the whole crowd was in an uproar.
They stared blankly at the glaring scoreboard above the heads of the departing players—
Kamomedai vs Shiratorizawa.
25:23.
The f-first set... Kamomedai won?!
They looked at each other in a trance, the noisy voices around them equally filled with surprise. After all, they couldn't remember the last time they saw Shiratorizawa not winning 2-0...
It seemed like ever since Aotori joined Shiratorizawa, it was rare to see them fall behind in a match...
And, and the opponent was this year's dark horse team—Kamomedai! If it were Itachiyama or Fukurodani, they wouldn't be so shocked!
The audience was surprised, and the atmosphere in Shiratorizawa's rest area was also somewhat oppressive. It's worth mentioning that, though not every time, several of Shiratorizawa's attackers...seemed to have all been blocked by a few of Kamomedai's players, right?
Especially that time with Aotori. The moment those three tall figures from the opposing side pounced, the entire net became so tight that it seemed impossible to find a breakthrough.
Shirabu's eyes darkened slightly. He took a deep breath, his expression not looking very good.
After all... he didn't know if it was his illusion, but ever since Aotori was blocked by Kamomedai's players, he hadn't proactively spiked the ball again. Even if there were opportunities to attack, he would pass the chance to Ushijima and the others.
Then he himself would wander at the edge of the net, seemingly focused on receiving the blocked balls.
Shirabu gritted his teeth, his gaze somewhat unfriendly as he looked at the opposing middle blocker, Hirugami.
...Aotori's approach was understandable, after all, compared to his other teammates, Aotori's receiving skills were indeed much stronger. And if his spikes were blocked, he couldn't retrieve the falling volleyball.
So... he proactively gave up the attacking opportunities, and chose to be Shiratorizawa's shield, to become that barrier. This was understandable. But...
But, but...
Shirabu's teeth clenched tighter. He understood that the other people in Shiratorizawa must also be concerned about this matter, knowing that everyone else on Shiratorizawa must be thinking the same—
They were unwilling!
If Aotori was forced to this extent... how could they continue to play comfortably!
Beside him, Goshiki hung his head low, his bangs covering his expression. In the shadow, unseen by anyone, his eyes were wide, and the fists on his knees were clenched tightly, even trembling slightly.
