Chapter 115: Shiratorizawa vs. Wakuya Minami (3) Match Alert…
"Good serve, Huashan!"
Standing at the serving point, Kazuya Hanayama heard the cheers from his teammates in front of him and took a deep breath.
After receiving the next ball with great difficulty, Kazukuni finally got the chance to counterattack. With Kawadashi's quick attack, he deceived the intuitive block of Shiratorizawa's red-haired outside hitter, winning them a valuable point and interrupting Shiratorizawa's No. 10 serve.
However, the score difference began to narrow again like in the first game, and the fear of being crushed gradually rose in his heart. For a moment, Huashan felt that the volleyball in his hand seemed to have become much heavier, and the ground under his feet was not solid, but it felt like he was stepping into a swamp step by step.
Imprisoned.
Shiratorizawa's posture for receiving the ball was very good. No one looked down on him. One could almost see caution on everyone's face, and their eyes were fixed on his next move.
——The feeling of being locked in is not pleasant.
In addition, the other party's cheering group suddenly sang the Shiratorizawa school song at this time, and the cheers from Nakajima Takeshi's family could not reach his ears at all.
Was facing a strong team truly such a hopeless situation? His hand gripping the volleyball unconsciously tightened. Hanayama shook his head, trying to clear these distracting thoughts from his mind. His gaze flickered among the Shiratorizawa players, finally settling on the setter who was controlling the overall situation.
To be honest, although he had heard of the other party's name before, the fear brought by the video was not as great as the impact of reality. In a short period of time, Hanayama Ikiya finally understood why some people called him the Demon King.
"It's simply impossible to raise the will to resist."
Then... watching Kenjo Shinichi pass the ball to his teammates, even he, who is also a setter, would inexplicably have a feeling of "that ball is so easy to spike" and "I wish it were me". It was as if he could see through the attacker's mind and pass the ball with the right angle and speed, and even the time difference was calculated just right.
If the other party was not only a freshman, Huashan would really suspect that they had been teammates for three years or even longer.
"It's terrifying," Huashan exhaled, "this kind of dominance."
Even opponents can feel the other side's superb skills and superb passing awareness, which are an insurmountable mountain.
——It's called "Talent"
But even they want to challenge the Demon King. After all, when a hero appears, he only has the title of a hero. Only when he defeats the Demon King in the end can he be given a legitimate title. Hanayama Ikiya looked at the volleyball in his hand and thought coldly in his heart, maybe the volleyball is the sword of the hero.
Throw the ball high up, then jump——
"Score!" someone in the audience exclaimed.
"No contact serve to score!"
Huashan breathed a sigh of relief, a slight smile forming on the corner of his mouth. He looked at Nakajima, who turned his head with a surprised look on his face, and said, "Well done."
He had been practicing for a while, abandoning his traditional safe method and serving with a desperate blow. However, Hanayama Ichiya would definitely not do the same on the next ball. His palm felt slightly painful after hitting the ball. The setter He Jiunan gave a thumbs up to his teammates who praised him.
Huashan chose a safe overhand serve for the second ball. The first ball was able to hit a non-contact serve thanks to good luck, so it would be better to use the most familiar method for the second ball.
"I'll do it."
Yamagata passed the ball with a leaping leap. Because of the need to receive the ball, Tendo and Ushijima were not far apart in distance on the court. They stood in front and behind the offensive line respectively, waiting for instructions from the setter.
In less than a second, Jiancheng made an attacking gesture, briefly crossing his index and middle fingers behind his back, and Tendou immediately ran towards the third position next to Jiancheng. Shiraishi and Naruko were blocking the front row with Kunan, thinking that it was another quick attack, and stretched out their hands to block the ball as Tendou jumped.
No, not a quick attack...!
Nakajima, who had been staring at Ushijima, suddenly discovered that the opponent was originally behind the offensive line. When Tendo ran to the net, Ushijima had already reached the fourth position and was waving his arms.
The ball passed by setter No. 9 was spot on.
Smash, score, big diagonal shot.
When Akiho fell to the ground, he was still a step too late, and the score difference returned to the starting point.
The atmosphere, which had been slightly improved by the point Hanayama had won back, plummeted again. Nakajima slapped his face hard, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Sorry!"
He should keep a closer eye on Ushijima so that he can play straight as much as possible and reduce the burden on the libero. The libero with Kunan was originally a third-year senior, but because he quit the club, he was finally replaced by the first-year Akiho. The first-year shouldn't have been under so much pressure.
Guilt was about to overwhelm him.
At this time, Hanayama punched Nakajima's back hard. "Don't mind!" During the serve rotation, the setter, Kazuhisa, put his hands on his hips, looked straight ahead, and said, "Don't look discouraged."
Nakajima was stunned.
"Your sister is still watching."
As he turned around, Nakajima Makoto's worried expression came into view.
The No. 1 main attacker patted his thigh, adjusted his posture, and took a deep breath with a serious expression: "Thank you, Huashan."
“…”
It was a terrifying shot that nearly shook even the most composed Nakajima. Kawadari glanced at Shiratorizawa No. 9, who was standing at the serving post. Perhaps his gaze was too focused, as the blue-haired setter tilted his head while waiting. The other player's expression remained unchanged, seemingly lip-syncing...
'What are you looking at me for?'
Then he seemed to be amused by himself, the corners of his mouth actually rose a little, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked in a very good mood. If it was broadcast on a big screen, I wonder how many people would exclaim at this smiling expression.
Kawawatari:……
Kawadashi's original sigh turned into anger. No wonder this guy's nickname is the Demon King. He is absolutely a super bad person!
Kawadari looked expressionlessly at the captain standing beside him, his palm stretched straight, and scratched his throat, "Can we wear that setter sack at the end of the game?"
"Don't you find that he has a super disgusting face?" Kawadashi's tone was full of genuine confusion.
Nakajima: ...
Nakajima:?
Wait, why did it suddenly escalate to personal attacks?
The final score was 25:15, three points more than the first game. Nakajima sighed, not knowing what he was feeling. He waved to his family members who were even sadder than him (his brother and sister were already crying, and he would probably have to comfort them at night). He turned around and saw Kawawatari with a wooden face. It seemed that he was really considering the possibility of putting a sack on Shiratorizawa's setter.
Nakajima: ...
Nakajima was silent for a few seconds, "Calm down Kawadari."
Nakajima added, "In the finals, we'll go to Shiratorizawa's opponent, well, it's probably Qingcheng again, anyway..."
"Let's go cheer on their opponents."
Chuandatari's expression changed from "find a way to kill him" to "A Meng, you are simply a genius", so he made an OK gesture.
After listening to the whole story, Huashan's mouth twitched, and he thought that the reason why the team of heroes expanded was because the Demon King was too hated.
*
"Shiratorizawa won."
When the news came, Oikawa Tooru was stretching his legs to warm up. He didn't even raise his eyebrows when he heard it. "Don't tell me this kind of inevitable news anymore, Xiaoyan."
His tone was drawn out, sounding a little sticky. He winked at the fans in the stands who were waving at him vigorously, and kept smiling. "If Shinichi-kun gets beaten or injured and can't play, I will mourn for him."
Huajuan, who was passing by with a ball, curled the corner of his mouth.
Is that a mournful expression? You look like you're about to fly with joy at the thought.
Iwaizumi, who was just saying this casually, said: …
Iwaizumi kicked him without mercy.
Oikawa:?
Before he could react, he heard his ace yell to Yakini on the bench, "Hey, Xiu, come over here and pass the ball to me."
Yakini, who was inexplicably affected: ...
It is really painful to be the successor of senior Oikawa. Yakini Hide, a first-year student in Qingcheng, faced the gaze of his seniors and said "good" with a blank expression.
*
Shiratorizawa's match for the day ended here, and tomorrow's opponent was just decided when they boarded the bus back to school.
"Oh, it's Jozenji..." Seto said, looking at his phone, "Kenjo, do you have any friends over there?"
The only thing that responded to him was Kenjo Shinichi's confused face.
Senmi: "...Jo Zenji, the one IH wanted to exchange clothes with before."
Farmer Doudouyan.
Seto took a deep breath and said, "Didn't you go to their school to play games? You just forgot everything in a few months?"
The farmer tilted his head, and his expression was surprisingly easy to understand. You could tell at a glance that he was thinking very hard.
Senmi: ...
Senmi: "Okay, go to bed."
Today he was the one sitting with Kencheng, and behind him were Shirabu and Kawanishi. The two of them put on blindfolds as soon as they got on the car. No one knew how they got here in such a short time. Now Semi understood - chatting with Kencheng was like digging his own grave.
Most of the time, they were talking at cross purposes, because Kenjo Shinichi's thought process could not be described by a normal person.
Seto sighed and thought to himself, why not get some sleep too, as there is a game tomorrow. From what Coach Washi Takumi said after today's game, he should be allowed to play tomorrow to rotate with Shirabu.
By the time he returned to school, packed up all his things, and successfully handed Jiancheng to Midorikawa who came to wait for someone, he had almost forgotten about the matter.
Then at night, around midnight, he was drowsy and received the call alert tone of his mobile phone.
The person who called was Kenjo Shinichi.
The other party's voice still sounded energetic, "Abby, I remember now."
He even looked a little proud, probably because he wanted to hear praise.
"It's the Adventurer's Guild."
Senmi: ...
Seto hung up the phone expressionlessly.
Turn over, close your eyes, and turn over again.
Unable to bear it any longer, I sat up.
He called Kenjo Shinichi back and the call was picked up quickly. He could hear the sound of someone chopping trees. Seni Eita took a deep breath and said, "Don't call me suddenly at night. Are you out now? Go back to sleep. You have a game tomorrow!" Then he hung up immediately after saying this.
Now he could successfully fall asleep.
farmer:……
The farmer felt that Abby's temper had been a little bad recently.
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The author has something to say: There is a red envelope for the first 20 words of this chapter, which is to make up for the debt owed last night (lie down)
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