Chapter 140 Everyone is here for the championship. The first feeling...
The first thing I felt was the harsh sound of electricity.
Did the intense exercise cause the tinnitus? He watched the defeated man stand up, his heart still making a restless sound from beating.
At this time, the whistle blew.
“Beep—”
"The game is over!"
At least they won the first leg. Mo La sighed, "...We won."
On the first day of the Spring High School, 40 teams will leave because of losses, and the second day will start with another tough schedule - for ordinary teams, they don’t know how many obstacles they will encounter to win each game.
If we use a game analogy, it is like clearing a dungeon, relaying one level after another, but the difference from the game is that they cannot lose because there are no save points.
Once you lose, you have nothing.
Sweat ran down his cheeks as he bowed, and he thought absentmindedly.
Saitama Prefecture's Tozono High School was a little stronger than they had imagined, but their offense was still a little weak, and their defense wasn't as good as Nekoma's. In the end, they lost 2:0. It was hard to say whether it was good luck or bad luck against the boss on the first level.
but……
Mo Mo put on his coat and walked forward side by side with his teammates. He was a little behind, but it was not a big problem. In short, the next one was the most hardcore.
Nekoma's next opponent is...
——Shiratorizawa.
This year's most promising seeded team has already won the National and IH championships, and they will surely not give up the Spring High School, which is within their grasp, which means they may come with more weapons.
His hands were in his pockets, still aching from the previous match, but his brain was still thinking. If Dongyuan High School was only the first-level defender, then the next team, Shiratorizawa, would be Otoko's team. They had discovered a shortcut on the way forward and thus encountered the final boss in advance - without being fully prepared to deal with it.
It's hard to do no matter how you look at it,
Mo La thought absentmindedly, then put a hand on his shoulder, "What are you thinking about? You look so serious."
Turning around, it was Senior Ye Jiu, who smiled widely. "It's as if you've run into something really difficult!"
"...a competition." Mo La said slowly, "We'll meet Shiratorizawa tomorrow."
Ye Jiu nodded and hummed, "Our luck in the draw is really bad this year. The first time we enter the Spring High School, we're facing the championship team."
"But—!" Ye Jiu changed the subject and gave a thumbs-up. "It's not impossible. Mo Mo might encounter such 'accidental events' when playing games."
"The chances are very low."
"Haha, so there is, right?" Ye Jiu blinked and said, "Do your best. Don't forget that we will try our best to tell you the best path."
Grind was stunned for a few seconds, "...Hmm."
But to say "I'll do my best" was too much of an exaggeration, and Mo Li sighed inwardly.
Ye Jiu lowered the hand that was on his shoulder and held his chin with a distressed expression. "But Jian Chengjun on the opposite side is also difficult to deal with. Um, isn't he the Demon King?"
Just as Molu was about to speak, another person interrupted forcefully, "By the way, the protagonists of this kind of game should all be heroes, right?"
Mo Mo looked at the person who spoke: "Xiao Hei."
Kuroo had just returned from being called over by Supervisor Nekomata. Judging from his response, he must have been listening to the conversation between Momo and Yaku for a while. Seeing Momo looking at him, Kuroo's smile gradually widened. "The hero still has a good chance of succeeding against the Demon King."
“…No way.” Grinding’s face was expressionless. “The drop rate is very low.”
"This child is sometimes so depressed," after hearing what Mo Mo said, Kuroo immediately put on the most typical expression of a Japanese housewife in the Taiga drama. She took out a tissue from somewhere and used it as a handkerchief to wipe away her non-existent tears. Ye Jiu actually cooperated with the strange commander a little.
"Why are you crying, ma'am?" He was just trying very hard to hold back his laughter.
The two of them sang in unison, and finally looked at the grinding.
Grinding: ...
Grind: "Exaggeration,"
"Huh? You actually said that?!"
"Actually, I think so too," Ye Jiu said.
“…”
Anyway, I'll meet Shiratorizawa tomorrow.
After leaving the venue, Mo Li decided to try a little harder and watch the video before going to bed. When he got on the bus, he looked out the window and the scenery kept receding. Although there was a high possibility that he would not win the game, he thought calmly.
*
On the other side, Shiratorizawa Hotel.
"Speaking of which, Otokoma's team has some connections with our Miyagi team." As the pre-match instructions reached their final stages, with everyone's characteristics largely covered, Coach Saito suddenly remembered something. Seeing that Coach Washi Takumi didn't stop him, he continued, "It seems like there's a so-called garbage dump showdown between the two schools, Karasuno."
Because they were a bit far apart, and both schools had been rather lonely in recent years, Coach Saito continued to explain: "Karasuno is a crow, and Otokoma is a cat, so there will be a food dispute. It can be said that it is the style of both of them."
"It sounds a bit..." Zuo Chuan sat on the tatami, unable to find the words to describe it, his expression slightly distressed, "Uh, it has nothing to do with Shiratorizawa."
"I think so too," Shirabu said, "Shiratorizawa's main battleground is the blue sky, plus the food source, and there's not much communication with the Otokoma cats."
"Maybe a little bit about Karasuno." After thinking about it, he added another sentence for the sake of rigor.
"Anyway, we're going to play catch tomorrow, so don't overthink it, Kenjiro." Tendo smiled. "Be careful or you'll turn into an old man if you keep being so serious."
"Please don't worry about that, Senior Tendou."
"Anyway, that's it. Does anyone have anything to add?" Coach Saito clapped his hands. "Or is there anything else unclear?"
Sitting at the back, Jian Cheng Xinyi raised his hand, his face expressionless under the strange gazes of others, "That setter has very poor physical strength."
"But he uses this to set traps," Kenjo Shinichi pursed his lips and continued, "He's an efficiency man."
"I always feel," he tilted his head, "that I have no obsession with winning or losing the game, and no passion."
His fingers slowly lowered, then clenched into a fist. "The key is to break their connection."
No matter how difficult the team is to defeat, it is useless to play volleyball if you can't receive the ball. I don't know what kind of emotion flashed in his eyes.
"Next round, play a strong attack."
“…”
After Kenjo Shinichi finished speaking, the whole room was filled with strange silence. Yamagata opened his mouth wide and looked at Ohira, who was also a little shocked.
No way,
Finally, it was Semi who broke the silence. He stood up, walked to Kenjo Shinichi, and grabbed his face.
“…Who the hell are you?”
He actually analyzed instead of directly announcing his plan during the game, which made people grit their teeth and persevere. Something was wrong, one hundred percent wrong.
"Am I dreaming?" This was Taichi Kawanishi. He turned to look at Shirabu like a sleepwalker and found that his friend's condition was not much better.
"What did Axing say?" Shirabu's expression froze. "...a group dream."
"There really is such a thing?!"
Even the supervisor, who was drinking tea at the side, was silent.
If you look closely, you can see that his hands are shaking.
It can be seen how shocking Jian Chengxin's words are.
Only the person who caused this noise is the most confused.
Jiancheng Xinyi's eyes are small.
Had he never said that before...?
The young boy fell into deep thought. He must have told him a lot of mining secrets. So, did Mr. Qi never translate them for him before?
*
January 5th, the second day of the Spring High School competition.
The match between Shiratorizawa and Otokoma was the second match in the morning. There were a lot more spectators when they entered the venue for warm-up than on the first day.
"...So many..." Yamamoto said in a sad voice, his eyes fixed on Shiratorizawa's cheering seat, "So many!"
Hisense was helpless: "Why don't you tell me what there are so many things?"
Yamamoto pointed his finger over there, with an air of commanding authority, his expression distorted: "A lot of girls!"
“…”
here we go again,
"It's only natural that there are so many people," Fukunaga said, "Kenjo-kun is a popular setter, Shiratorizawa is on the championship team, and there are a lot of boys in there too."
Yamamoto: "Damn it, Ikemyun-face!" Then he clenched his fists and said, "Assassinate him!"
"Hello,"
"Ichitsu," Ye Jiu held his forehead and called out to the second-year secondary attacker on the team, "Come here and drag this disgraceful guy away."
"No matter how much light you emit, you can't kill people with your eyes."
Ye Jiu put his hands on his hips, looked at the ceiling helplessly and muttered.
"Okay." Ichijo Xun made a hand gesture and turned Yamamoto to face his support seat. "This is your home court, okay?"
Someone in the cheerleading team yelled, "Come on, Yamamoto!"
"Kill Shiratorizawa!"
“Go ahead!!”
Yamamoto was excited: "Oh!! Leave it to me!"
One: ...
It's difficult to communicate with hot-blooded idiots.
*
Here, Shiratorizawa is being interviewed.
"We're all very much looking forward to Shiratorizawa's performance in this year's tournament," the reporter said, holding the microphone. "Do you have anything to say to the fans, Jiancheng?"
The original intention was to interview the commander-in-chief, but Jiancheng happened to pass by and I didn't see Ushijima, so I had to temporarily change the interview subject.
Although Kenjo Shinichi is a very popular contestant among the audience, he is also the least popular contestant among some reporters.
Last time, it took a long time to understand what he said in the Monthly Volleyball. As a result, several people had to reduce the interview part with him and chose to take a few more promotional photos. Fortunately, thanks to the three setters (after all, it was said to be a photo album), the sales were actually quite good.
"Thank you all for your support," Jian Chengxin nodded slightly. Although his smile wasn't particularly noticeable, it was very pleasing to the eye. The boy had a smooth profile and a straight nose... The interviewer only then noticed that he had a pair of beautiful green eyes. "I believe everyone standing here is here for the championship."
The tone was calm, but firm.
"No matter who the opponent is, Shiratorizawa will definitely defeat them."
It was not until he finished speaking and left with the volleyball that the female reporter came to her senses and finally turned sharply to look at the photographer.
"That last scene definitely needs to be edited to highlight the face!"
The reporter looked serious.
Photographer: ...
Photographer: Hi,
But who said Jian Cheng Xinyi was stupid? Isn't this a good job?
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