Chapter 146: He is much better than before. In the sword...

When Kenjo Shinichi secured the victory with his final serve, the entire venue erupted in cheers and applause. Miya You stood up the moment he heard the roar. The lights in the venue were bright, but it was a bit dim in the back row. Squeezed in the middle, his hands in his pockets, Miya You said, "Excuse me—" He spoke in a drawn-out voice to Kuroo and Akaashi, who stared at him blankly. "Make way. I need to get out."

Bokuto was confused: "Are you leaving now, Yuyu? Aren't you going to talk to Shinichi?"

Gong You frowned: "If you keep winning, you will eventually meet him. Now it's annoying to see his smug face."

After hearing this, Akaashi turned his attention back to the court. Shiratorizawa was packing up his things and leaving the court. Midorikawa, who had been cheering on the court, also joined the packing team. However, Kenshiro Shinichi went to talk to people after the game.

To be honest, there is no "satisfied" expression on Kenjo Shinichi's face. Akaashi thought that when he got to Otoko's position, his face was facing the stands when he was talking to the setter.

With a serious expression and handsome features, he lowered his head, which actually made him look quite well-behaved. However, from their distance, it was difficult to see what he was saying. So Akaashi withdrew his gaze and stood up, picking up the still confused Kuroo as well. He bowed slightly and said, "Then we will leave first. We need to go warm up next."

"Bye." Miyaji said lazily.

"Good luck with the competition." Bei nodded. After seeing the backs of Xiao Gu and the other two disappear, he looked at Gong You who was quietly zipping up his pants. "Do you want to go eat ramen later?"

Gong You's ears twitched.

Bei Ye turned to Miyaji and said, "Go ahead, it's my treat." He smiled and said, "Just consider it a celebration for today's victory."

Gong You whispered: "Why are you celebrating after just winning a game..."

Then he quickly raised his hand and said, "Yes."

The people from Shiratorizawa and Otokoma also left from the lower passage. The next teams to compete were the Okinawa representative team Terunoshiro High School and the Oita number one representative, Kozaka. Although they were barely acquainted with Kozaka's captain, Kiryu, they were still not very familiar with each other. Although they were in the same half of the group, they would not meet until at least the semi-finals.

Miyaji slowly stood up from his chair and followed the two people who were waiting for him not far ahead.

*

When the whistle sounded, announcing the end of the game, Mo's first reaction was: "I'm so tired."

Although I had anticipated the match with Shiratorizawa and expected the running distance to be considerable, the physical exhaustion in just two games was still beyond my imagination. Although I didn't move at all in the last few minutes, the combined mental and physical fatigue made me not even want to move.

"Both sides line up! Salute!"

After a brief thank you ceremony, the staff came on the field to clean the venue. The names of Otokoma and Shiratorizawa on the original electronic board were replaced with other team names. They also had to deal with the field covered with footprints and sweat dripping from it.

When you think about it, it’s not easy for the staff either.

Mo Mo was walking back while thinking, Yamamoto beside him ran to the cheering seats halfway to express his gratitude loudly, and was now having a conversation with his sister in the stands. Senior Ye Jiu kept muttering that we still need a main attacker, and then said that he should have been able to catch the ball just now. He was scratching his head like a dog, and Mo Mo walked a little to the side.

Then Xiao Hei stood beside him and asked calmly, "How did you feel about today's game?"

"...Tired." After a few seconds, or maybe even less, he opened his mouth and realized that his throat was a little sore.

"Would you like some water?" A person suddenly appeared and stood in front of him. He approached him warmly, holding his elbow with one hand and holding an unopened protein drink in the other hand.

To be honest, I felt a little nauseous after drinking this right after exercising. Mo Mo was about to refuse, but I found that the clothes of the person in front of me were not Yinju's team uniform.

White and purple, No. 9, his eyes suddenly widened a little, isn't this Kenjo Shinichi?

Grinding: ...

Did he use the flash skill?

Grind expression blank.

But it was obvious that Kenjo Shinichi was feeling good about himself. He ignored the others' gazes and continued to speak, "Are you tired of grinding?"

"You looked like you were about to collapse just now. I'll give you some water."

He didn't get angry without waiting for Momo's answer, and just stuffed the drink into the hands of the setter Yinju while talking to himself.

Kuroo was silent for a moment. "Honestly," he finally changed his tone before the words came out of his mouth. "You played well in the game, Shinichi-kun."

"Ah, um," Kenjo Shinichi tilted his head slightly towards Kuroo, "Thank you." Then he stared at Momo again, as if expecting his reaction.

Grinding: ...

Grind: "Thank you."

Kenjo Shinichi's expression relaxed visibly, and then he waved his hand and smiled. Before, his smile was a bit like an alien who had just learned an expression and couldn't wait to weld it on his face, but now it didn't have that strange feeling.

Although it's still a little unfamiliar.

"See you next time, then."

He waved.

"See you next time."

Grind replied with drooping eyes.

When he saw No. 9's back disappear into Shiratori Lake, Kuroo put his hands on his hips and sighed, "What a strange person."

"……fine."

Grind thought for a few seconds and said.

"He's much better than when I saw him before."

*

When Kenjo Shinichi came back, he had already given away the drink in his hand. When Tendou saw him, he opened his arms and waved them in the air twice. "How was it? What did you say?"

He was supportive of his own silly first-year setter going out to look for his friends, but another senior, Senmi, was the exact opposite. He covered his face and said helplessly, "Don't you think it's a provocation to go over right after it's over?"

Tendou touched his face with his fingers: "But Shinichi-kun brought water?"

"I brought fruit before." Semi said, but didn't finish the sentence.

——And got scolded by others.

He thought to himself.

Shirabu put on his own bag first, then handed Kenjo Shinichi's volleyball bag to him, "So what was said?"

Midorikawa came over, holding a pile of towels, and peeked from behind: "I want to know too."

Kenjo Shinichi first showed a confused expression, then looked up for a few seconds, and then showed an emotion similar to "sudden enlightenment": "Send water."

“…”

“Eh?”

"I said I was here to deliver water." As if because the people in front of him were frozen in time, Kenjo Shinichi continued to explain patiently.

"...What about the other party? What did he say?" Senmi was very calm about this. When Shirabu and Midorikawa's expressions gradually turned towards Cosmic Cat Head, he still had the mood to continue asking.

"'Thank you,'" Jiancheng replied, thinking for a few seconds before patching himself up, "Then I said 'see you next time.'"

"The other party also replied 'see you next time'."

I always feel that a very embarrassing scene appears in my mind, and I guess Yinju also feels very confused.

“…”

"And you, Shinichi-kun, came back?" Tiantong asked.

The blue-haired setter in front of him nodded, looking quite serious and in a good mood.

Shiratorizawa Shu: ...

What kind of friendship is this? Are you a courier? Or the kind who delivers for free and pays for it? And weren't you analyzing the game so brilliantly yesterday? Why are you such a fool again when it comes to this?

At this time, Baibu walked over, put the bag in Jiancheng's hand and asked him to lower his head. Jiancheng Xinyi did so.

Bai Bu carefully flipped the back of the other person's head, and finally looked at several people, "No."

Senmi was a little weak: "No...what are you doing again, Kenjiro..."

Shirabu: "Check if there's a switch for smart mode and dumb mode."

He moved his fingers, flicking an on/off switch.

“…”

"Go back." Seto said expressionlessly, "You're all too tired."

*

After returning to the hotel, they first went to the physiotherapist to relax their muscles. The meeting started at 8 o'clock in the evening. Before that, they could do whatever they wanted.

When announcing the disbandment, Coach Saito specifically reminded them not to over-train, and Supervisor Washi Takumi asked them to watch more of the videos sent by Oudai.

Although Kenjo Shinichi arrived late, he was still allowed to stay with Setami for some reasons. After returning from the physical therapist, he started to daydream.

I don’t know what he is thinking.

"Sese Jianjian," he supported himself on the bed with the back of his hands, staring blankly into the air, "My legs hurt."

Senmi: ...

Seto was just about to take a shower, towel in hand, when he heard the previous person address him, veins popped out on his forehead, and he threw the clean towel over his head: "I told you not to call me that."

"Besides, it must hurt," Seto said, silent for a few seconds before taking the towel away. "I thought you didn't feel anything before, why are you suddenly screaming now?"

The farmer was silent.

Before, it would only reduce energy and health points, and it wouldn't hurt. Thinking this way, he simply let the back of his head touch the bed.

Senmi kicked his foot and said, "Hey, don't stick to me like this without taking a shower..."

Jian Cheng sulked, "I want to go for a night run tonight."

It means that it would be a waste of effort to wash it now.

Why couldn't the God keep his quick-drying system as well, the farmer thought, so that he could just soak in the hot springs.

"Didn't the coach say we shouldn't overtrain?"

Senmi's voice kept changing in his ears and finally disappeared. Kenjo Shinichi closed his eyes.

"Hey," Seto's voice paused, then weakened a bit, "This guy... fell asleep."

It's quite strange to see Kenjo from this angle, Senmi Shin said, then took Kenjo's coat hanging on the chair and covered him with it.

It would be terrible if I caught a cold, Senmi thought slowly.

Plus, Jian Cheng must have been pretty tired today. He'd talked so much, and he hadn't let down his guard during the competition. He was very well behaved. A little sleep wouldn't be a big deal...

——The result of letting Kenjo Shinichi sleep was that he almost missed the time set by the coach.

This guy actually clung to the bed because he wanted to sleep so badly! How come I've never seen him do this before? After much persuasion, Seto finally managed to pull Kenjo Shinichi off.

But in the end I was still two minutes late.

Looking at the darkened face of Supervisor Ji Takumi, facing the worried expression of Coach Saito, and Kenshiro standing behind him, who was running towards him with his wrist grabbed by him, with sleepy eyes and red marks on his face from his fingers, and Baibu looking at him with a look that said, "Senior, you actually lost your memory along with Kenshiro."

For the first time, Senmi Eita felt what it meant to be unable to defend himself.

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The author has something to say: It’s too late, it’s too late, Midorikawa didn’t find out what’s different about the farmer in the end, sad,