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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AT THE EDGE OF THE VENUE, Miya Osamu's mouth twitched. He felt the sudden explosion of cheers from behind him, almost flipping the entire place, and couldn't help but shrink his neck. He had to shout loudly to talk to Miya Atsumu beside him:
"Hey! How did he do that?!"
"What—? What did you say?! Too quiet!!" Miya Atsumu couldn't stand it anymore and pulled up the hood of his sweatshirt, shouting loudly to his brother beside him.
On the other side, Kenma, already with dead fish eyes, covered his ears with his hands, while Kuroo's mouth twitched as he watched Aotori ignite the powder keg that had been brewing for a whole set with just one shot.
This guy has indeed become a god.
But you have to admit...
Kuroo's eyes, always full of playfulness, now showed a touch of helpless and metaphorical shock. He took a deep breath.
Now, this match can indeed be declared over.
After all... once that man sees through your offense, it's like putting your neck under his knife. He sighed silently.
On the other side, the sudden explosion of cheers couldn't penetrate Aotori's ears. He was enduring the bear hug from his annoying senior with dead fish eyes.
As he walked off the court, the commentator's almost shrieking voice immediately rang in Aotori's ears, not to mention the crazy spectators in the stands.
Maybe there was some discrepancy in what was said before.
The audience's favorite is neither a strong team crushing others nor a dark horse overturning the odds. What they love is the drama with twists and turns.
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KOBAYASHI AOTORI forcibly detached his teammate's long limbs from his back, exhaled a breath of foul air, and looked down at his hands, recalling the feeling just now.
It's that indescribable feeling again, but it was exactly the same feeling he had when he dodged Tendou's block.
He had only one strongest feeling: I'm afraid...
—Kamomedai's block will never stop me again.
"!"
After realizing what kind of arrogant thoughts he had just had, Aotori quickly shook his head, trying to shake the idea out of his mind. Under the shocked gazes of others, he made that common anime action—
"Slap."
He slapped his own face with both hands. Instantly, his almost overheating head returned to normal temperature.
