Chapter 50 Coach Hase

from the Morikawa team

looked at Jindai with a gloomy expression and sighed.

"Kamidai, don't think too much, this is not your problem."

The other person was obviously coming towards them. Even if there is no God, other team members will be caught in the weakness and defeat it. Besides

...

the weakness was not so much Jindai's reception, but Morikawa's passing that put him at a disadvantage in this contest.

He looked at Oikawa Toru and Kusukawa Onu who had successfully attacked several times not far away, and then looked at the team members who had obvious unwillingness in their eyes.

"Kamidai will be mainly responsible for blocking next. When the opponent's spike comes, Sengu will take over from Jindai to pass." Then he gave two instructions about the opponent's main spike and second pass.

Jindai lowered his head.

Although the coach and teammates said they did not blame him, he knew that the responsibility lay with him!

Relying on some basic sports skills, he was lazy during catching training and arrogantly believed that as long as he had excellent blocking and offense, he would be invincible... He

defeated his opponent in the qualifiers and felt that it was natural. , ignoring that the seniors in the team have been working hard by his side to clean up his mess.

"The next block will be up to you, Jindai-"

Just as he gritted his teeth and was in trouble, an arm pressed down on him as unceremoniously as in previous practices.

Fuyuno Kota put his arms around Jindai's shoulders and led him to the stage,

"They came prepared, and we are no worse than anyone else!"

"Yes, senior!"

Jindai's eyes were slightly moist, and he pursed his lips. [Domination of the Stadium] The flag is still flying behind Qingcheng.

But he stopped focusing on the other party and turned to look at the dark blue flag of Morikawa High School behind him.

[In-depth cultivation of skills] These four words made him feel a little ashamed.

But...he took a deep breath

- the first priority now was Aoba Jonishi who was eyeing him across the net.

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"Dudu——"

The referee stood by the net and announced that the game would continue.

Oikawa once again stood at the service point.

This time, everyone in Morikawa High School looked solemn. Ryuta Komori stood in front of the left side of Jindai. Although his feet did not move, his body had tilted to the back and right.

Anyone can see his preparation from the tightness of his back.

"Come on Oikawa!"

"Come on Qingcheng! Victory Qingcheng!"

The ball quickly passed through the air with an afterimage behind it. Even though he thought he was well prepared, Morikawa's players were shocked by the ball that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

"I'll do it!"

Sengu took a step forward the moment Oikawa touched the ball and picked it up high -

"Caught it!!" "Ahhh Morikawa!"

The member of the Morikawa support team behind him covered his mouth, Scream at the top of your lungs. Finally ended the opponent's serve!

"Opportunity ball!"

Qingcheng was not surprised when the ball was picked up. This was part of their plan - to shift the focus from serving to attacking.

The serve that caught Morikawa off guard was over, and now it was time to rely on Qingcheng players to stage a duel between offense and defense.

.Yuko

Anjo is a student at Tokyo High School.

She had no interest in any sports and was a staunch homecoming member.

Deep down in her heart, she disliked the sweaty male high school students in the sports club.

After all, most of them are straight-minded sports idiots.

At this time, she was standing on the edge of the court, staring closely at the volleyball flying in the court, her hands nervously holding the corner of her brother's clothes next to her.

"Is Morikawa High School almost catching up?"

Although it was her first time to accompany her brother to watch a game - Aoba Jonishi vs. Morikawa, she became a fan of Aoshima in the first few minutes.

He completely ignored the fact that his brother was a friend of a member of the Morikawa High School team.

Qingcheng's players are good-looking in one aspect, but the most eye-catching thing on the court is Qingcheng's offensive style.

"Oikawa!"

Ueda once again gave a steady pass, and the ball flew from his red and swollen arm to Oikawa at the side of the net.

He straightened up, ignoring his swollen and sore arms, and returned to his position.

The main attacker on the opposite side seemed to have eaten ammunition and used all his strength in several attacks.

Machii on the side was also miserable, "Every day, how come you are so powerful!"

He frowned and stared at Jindai opposite, but in his heart he expected Nakakuru and Iwaizumi to bully the free man Shimaura Shun opposite him.

After receiving Qingcheng's resentful look, Jindai's mood turned from cloudy to clear

- he would be extremely happy if he could defeat these opponents on the court.

The confrontation between the three of them lasted less than a second, and the ball in Oikawa's hand quickly reached Maebashi's hands on the other side.

"It's been pulled away!" Morikawa's deputy attacker Yuki Minesaki turned around quickly, but Maebashi's hand was faster!

"It was pulled away!" Yuko Anjo in the stands also shouted excitedly.

It wasn't until this point was scored and the scoreboard showed that the score difference between the two sides was back to four points that she let go of the hand of the person next to her.

Ignoring the complicated look in her brother's eyes, she clenched her fists and drew a circle in the air.

"Awesome!"

Qingcheng's attack was just like...

She frowned and thought about the adjective carefully

- it was like a violent boxing ring with punches to the flesh and direct attacks. A graceful dancer!

The various offensive combinations that appear in the team are eye-catching.

Just when their opponents show violence and worry about being knocked down, the dancers show off their strength.

Anjo Yuko's eyes flickered, staring at Oikawa and Iwaizumi below.

Although they were too far away from the stage, I couldn't hear their exchange clearly. But the No. 8 setter is like a conductor, organizing the entire team's offense.

And the black-haired young man who cooperated with him tacitly, smashed the ball with such force that the opposite blocker covered his palms and could not recover for a long time.

"Touji!"

"I can stop it! One touch!!"

Touji received the ball from the opponent's captain and hastily passed it to Nakakuru behind him.

"Oikawa!" The moment Chukaku called out the player's name, many players started running forward at the same time.

The commentator sitting on the stage quickly followed up:

"This is a multi-directional attack! I have never seen this ability in the hands of the Qingcheng players before! Who will they pass it to?!"

The Morikawa players also concentrated on the attack. Team members.

No matter who it is, they will...

"Pop..."

The ball quietly landed on the ground and rolled to Moriku Ryota's feet.

"We...we saw something!! Second pass attack!!"

The commentator stood up from the stage excitedly.

The atmosphere in the midfield of the stadium was quickly ignited, and both the Qingcheng support team and the surrounding spectators were all praising the victory.

Tianhai's eyes widened and he was a little shocked

- he didn't expect Oikawa's move to be used.

Taking advantage of the fact that the opponent was attracted by Qingcheng's first multi-directional attack and paying attention to who he would pass to, he chose the second pass attack.

As a result, even Qingcheng, a member of the Morikawa team, would doubt whether Qingcheng would attack from all directions. The next time he launched a multi-faceted attack, the opponent would be a little more worried.

He and Coach Irihata looked at each other, and both saw the admiration in the other's eyes - Oikawa had indeed grown a lot.

Tianhai shook his head. I'm afraid that his student, with some psychological warfare on the court, will surpass him sooner or later.

What a talent.

"Yeah - Oikawa-sama just used a little trick, and Morikawa was already captured."

Oikawa on the court stuck out his tongue playfully and winked at the camera.

Completely ignoring the Morikawa players on the other side of the net who were successfully teased and ridiculed, their eyes on the sword-wielding man made Machii break out in cold sweat.

He believes that the libero's duty as the patron saint has to be carried from the court to off the court.

Photographers also know how to attract the audience's attention.

Oikawa's pool face flashed across the big screen. The girls screamed again in the auditorium.

Maebashi Kaisho, who had just heard the multi-directional attack signal and came forward, suddenly stopped, rubbed his waist that had almost slipped.

He looked at Iwaizumi, who also had a dark face next to him, and nodded.

Yuko Anjo, a new Oikawa fan, was still celebrating when she saw the idol who had just finished playing cool being dragged into position by Aojo's attacker with a black look on his face.

.The

game is still going on, and the guests on the field were notified of the increase in ratings and worked harder to explain.

"The second game of Spring High School has reached midfield, and Aoba Jonishi's style is gradually revealed in front of everyone." The commentator cleared his throat and looked at the sweaty Aoki players off the court

[——The conductor's trust." ]

"Zhonghe! give it to you! "

Even though the pink-haired young man has become the opponent's key target, Oikawa still passed the ball to the opponent, exactly!

"Don't worry! "The small diagonal ball hit the opponent's blocker. The rapidly rotating ball flew onto the net and landed on the ground in front of Shimaura Jun, who was running quickly.

Shimaura Jun raised his head, with the unwillingness reflected in his eyes. It’s the satisfied looks from Oikawa and Chukaku.

[“The trust of the team,”]

“Damn it! "Ueda rarely received a pass, but he just cursed secretly and turned to the left, leaving a place for the pass to the free man behind.

Because he knew that the opponent must be there!

"Oikawa! "Sure enough, the next second, the leaping free man gave a pass that was no less than Ueda's, and the ball jumped neatly into the arms of the player.

"Here it comes! "

""Aoba Jonishi's overlapping performance is the concerto of "Domination of the Stadium"! "]

As the commentator's voice fell, the game also came to an end.

"Dudu - Aoba Jonishi won the first game at 25:20. "

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" Humph, that's all. "

In the Shiratorizawa Volleyball Club, Coach Washi Takumi turned his face away from the TV with a bored expression.

Coach Akira Saito on the side was dumbfounded

- Coach Washi Takumi in front of him and not long ago, wanted to sit in the front to watch the game . There is a huge difference between Washi Takumi. As soon as the game ended ,

he said he was not interested... Wouldn't he come back when the second half started?

The little old man should feel embarrassed again.

"Aoba Jouni is very powerful now. Ushijima was sucking the sports jelly in his hand, not forgetting to emphasize that today's Qingcheng is no longer what it used to be.

Morikawa High School also entered the national competition during this year's IH, and Shiratorizawa also played against each other.

And their The blocking left a deep impression on Ushijima—even though they didn’t stop him, it still caused a lot of trouble for Aibu

“Their blocking was really strong.

Tendo, I didn’t mean to say anything bad about you. "

Ushijima put down the jelly in his hand and faced Tendou with a pure expression.

Maybe it was because he had fought against Morikawa, or because Aojo's attack that just broke away from the block made him quite emotional. He rarely expressed his feelings towards Everyone in Shiratorizawa looked confused and explained,

"Aoba Johnishi knows how to conduct tactical training. Coach Tianhai will randomly ask players about the solutions to different game segments for one hour every night. "

Presumably this is why Qingcheng is on the court now, and each team member can think of his own strategy...

Shiratorizawa fell into silence.

Qingcheng is indeed different from before... Next year IH, can they win the qualifiers?

It wasn't until the commentator on the TV excitedly announced that Aoba Jonishi had won, that everyone stood up

holding the ball and returned to the court.

"Bang——"

"Bang——"

The sound of smashing the ball echoed throughout the Shiratorizawa gymnasium.