Chapter 113: Shiratorizawa vs. Wakuya Minami (1) Match Alert…

"Come on—come on—hard!"

“Come on—Come on—Wakuni!!”

The sound of a small speaker was heard. Unlike the full support of Shiratorizawa, the support of Kutani Minami seemed to be a group of family members. Two of the children were even making faces at them. However, such expressions on children's faces were only cute. If you think about it carefully, at this age, they probably regarded them as so-called "enemies" seriously. Senmi and Soekawa, who were standing on the bench, looked at each other helplessly.

The game was about to begin. Ushijima shook hands with the opposing team's captain, Kazuhiro Kutani, who was wearing the number one jersey. They exchanged a few words, which seemed to be greetings from their expressions.

Apart from the necessary bowing, the guessing game was over and Kazuhiko Kutani went first.

The serving player was Kazuya Hanayama, the fifth setter. Although a sophomore, the maturity of her serve still surprised Coach Saito, who was recording the ball. "She's a player who wins with stability," he said.

Hanayama did not use a jump serve for the opening shot, but instead chose a safer overhand serve. He performed his jump steps very well and controlled his strength. His purpose was probably to disrupt Shiratorizawa's pass.

But it was safely caught by Yamagata.

To be honest, you wouldn't be able to tell from his appearance that he has such a delicate mind. Although he is still a sophomore in high school, Huashan has a small beard and a slightly mature face. He frowned slightly after seeing the ball being caught, but his feet kept moving and his running was very smooth.

"They did well in IH this year," said Takuji Washi, observing the situation on the court. "They beat the seed school, Johor Bahru Industrial."

Shinyama Industrial is also a seeded player from Miyagi Prefecture, and is at a similar level to Jo Zenji and Date Ko. It almost made it to Spring High School, but unfortunately, the opportunities have been monopolized by Shiratorizawa in recent years. However, Shinyama Industrial's level is unquestionable - although the victory over Kunan was only after a tough battle after playing three full games.

【Don’t underestimate any opponent】

Everything on the court is unpredictable. After the libero passed the ball to the target, Kenjo Shinichi observed for a few seconds and then made a back-to-back gesture with his fingers behind his back.

Tendo followed closely behind, the corners of his mouth curving a little wider. Sure enough, the first ball was going to be a fastball? As Jiancheng Xin jumped together, the secondary attacker jumped up at the same time, then spiked the ball, scoring in one go.

"Score!!!"

Someone on the sidelines screamed softly.

"Good pass!" Shinomiya jumped and clapped on the stage, which amazed Midorikawa who was standing next to him. Because Yunohama was selected as a regular in the team, he originally thought that he would cheer with his classmates in the wind band this year, but the class monitor somehow managed to sneak in with Shinichi's headscarf. To be honest, the first sight of him was not surprise but shock.

Just when he was stunned, Shinomiya reached out and shook him a few times, saying in a stern tone, "Show me some passion, Xing, Master Shinichi is about to serve." There was a hint of threat in his voice.

Midorikawa: ...

Personality transformation?

However, after refocusing his attention on Kenjo Shinichi, who was holding the ball, Midorikawa sighed and chose to follow the main force's support.

"Good shot, Jiancheng!"

*

"It's okay," Nakajima clapped his hands. "It's only one point, don't worry!" He made a one-point gesture. "We'll get it back with the next one."

Although he wanted to agree, considering the reality, Kawadashi pointed to the person standing at Shiratorizawa's serve point and said with embarrassment: "Meng, Shiratorizawa is the devil setter who serves, have you forgotten?"

Nakajima: ...

Nakajima: "Of course I know, but I didn't say I'd make a comeback right away... No, Shunji, could you please stop giving other people the benefit of the doubt?"

The second-year captain pointed at the Shiratorizawa support area and said, "There are a lot of super cute girls over there!"

Kawadashi showed a look of shock. He looked in the direction of the finger and saw many girls staring at them. He immediately changed his expression and said seriously, "Okay! Yes, you are right, Meng. Let's go and capture Shiratorizawa!"

"Oh!" sang.

"Hey!"

Wakuya Minami and the others who listened to the whole thing said: …

Although Ah Meng remembered everyone's preferences, it was obvious that the girls over there were all holding other people's support fans! And Chuandatari was actually really excited, what a terrible single cell!

After getting into position, Nakajima sighed and stared at the setter Shiratorizawa who was waiting for the referee's whistle to serve.

He had seen this kind of serve precursor many times in the videotapes. He pressed his fingertips on his thigh with some force, and he was not calm inside. For them who were resigned from the club in the third year, facing Shiratorizawa at the beginning was a foregone conclusion. This moment might be the last struggle in the eyes of others. Even if they had not yet figured out how to deal with the serve, they still did not want to lose.

——"It's hard to tell what kind of ball it is."

Libero Akishima sat on the floor and swiped the video back to the beginning with his finger. Ever since they knew that their opponent in the first game was Shiratorizawa, they started looking for clips of the opponent's setter's serve. Of course, they also looked at the characteristics of the others, but if they wanted to win the game, they would basically be doomed if they were scored by Daibi's serve.

"Indeed," Hanayama sighed, resting his hands behind his back. "Aside from spinning the ball before the game to find his feel, he doesn't have any preferences."

"Not really," Nakajima objected. "He was there during the IH preliminaries, but disappeared after the national tournament. He's a formidable opponent."

“And it’s hard to say what kind it is.”

"The jump serve scoring rate is incredibly high."

"So accurate it's like a robot—"

One sound after another.

"Don't be scared," Nakajima interrupted. "Let's play it safe first and then try to observe during the game."

"As a human being, you'll always get tired."

Despite Nakajima's words of comfort to his teammates, he actually felt uncertain during training. The coach had wanted to invite them to a practice match, but their schedule was fully booked. He called several times, but all he got was an apology...

"Beep——" What brought him back to his senses was a short whistle.

He held his breath and reminded, "The serve is coming! Stay steady!"

"His posture is excellent," Midorikawa suddenly said in the stands. "He can also adjust his center of gravity at any time. Is this number 1 a skilled player?"

Shinomiya's research on volleyball was not very in-depth, but after listening to the evaluation of the libero Midorikawa, he could understand that the other party was probably a very promising player.

"What should I do then?" He was a little nervous. This time his position was closer to the contestants and the atmosphere was even more intense.

“There’s a difference between what you can imagine and what you can receive.”

As Midorikawa was speaking, the volleyball seemed to have been precisely positioned and hit Kazukuni's baseline position with an incredible trajectory.

"That's Sword City."

As the words fell, the whistle sounded, indicating that the blue-haired setter had scored.

This also ignited the enthusiasm of the cheering team, and for a while the venue was filled with calls for "one more goal".

On the other side, He Jiunan's cheers were drowned out by the crowd.

"Come on Meng! Come on He Jiunan!"

"Damn rich family." Nakajima Kazuki, who came to cheer for his younger brother, frowned and cast a worried look at Nakajima Takeshi on the court. Although he was an unreliable eldest son, for him, Nakajima Takeshi had always been his proud younger brother.

People's hearts are always biased. No matter how loudly Shiratorizawa shouts, he will try his best - together with his family.

"Come on, Meng--!"

*

"So calm." Tianchuan applauded Jiancheng for scoring, while involuntarily observing their opponent today, "That number one."

Wakutani Minami's team uniform is pink, and it actually looks a bit girly, but the style seems to be more mature. Facing the thunderous cheers from the enemy team, her mentality was not destroyed. After a brief period of depression, she left to comfort her teammates. Although she is only a sophomore, her style of doing things is very much like that of a senior of a higher level.

Senmi observed more carefully, "He probably wanted to catch it, but his body couldn't keep up with his mind."

If Jiancheng didn't serve the ball fast enough in that position, someone would definitely react.

"Wakuya Minami is a school that works very well together. Although they're short, everyone is able to play to their strengths..."

Seto paused, "If there's even a slight loophole, they'll be caught."

Because we have shortcomings, we work harder to hone our skills. This is volleyball.

Kenjo Shinichi serves for the second time.

His wrist is very flexible, so he has a unique advantage in controlling the angle. This time he chose a left-handed sidespin serve. Compared with Ushijima's serve, Kenjo Shinichi's banana ball is a little different.

Compared to the speed of the powerful jump serve at the beginning, the side spin ball was slightly slower. Nakajima Takeshi observed and shouted, "I'll do it!"

This ball can be caught!

However, unlike what he had expected, where he would catch the ball and see the light from the ceiling, the spinning volleyball, the moment it touched his arm, seemed to have been accelerated and flew into the audience seats.

Nakajima was stunned for a moment before looking behind him.

The place where he had just caught the ball felt a belated pain from friction. It was clearly on his arm, but somehow Nakajima felt the same pain on his face.

He was careless, forgot the direction of rotation, and didn't adjust the steps enough, but the video he had seen in his memory became clearer and clearer, as if it was deliberately reminding him.

"No way!" overlapped with the slightly exaggerated image of the libero in my memory, and the sound was like a warning bell: "His side spin ball can also accelerate."

Nakajima took a deep breath.

The scoreboard on the field flipped, the referee blew the whistle, and the sweat on the forehead slowly slid down the cheek and then dripped onto the field.

Disappeared.

Damn, even though it doesn't happen often, it's clearly discovered.

How could he ignore this.

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The author has something to say: () I don’t know if I can finish writing and add more chapters () Anyway, I’ll post one chapter first...

The first five in this chapter have red envelopes (fallen down)

Second Edition: I haven't finished writing the extra chapter yet. I'm too sleepy, bosses. I'm going to sleep first (hey). See you tomorrow morning (probably)