[Comprehensive] The roommates are blowing up the house again today

This kind of volleyball game is different from what he imagined.

He stood at the four, bent over into position, and faced the net.

On the opposite side of the net stood the opponent chosen by lottery——

Hinata Xiangyang, Hisoka, Rokudoku, Nishitani Yui, Fei Tan, Kudo Shinichi.

And the teammates behind him: Hotaru Tsukishima, Tobio Kageyama, Tsunayoshi Sawada, Kusuo Saiki, and Kuroro.

Although the result of this grouping made him feel that there was no conspiracy, but after all, they had already been divided into groups, and he could only pay more attention to his personal safety during the competition.

Outside the arena, the enemy member Osamu Dazai leaned his hands on his mouth, forming a trumpet shape, and shouted loudly: "Chuya, you went to the wrong place, this is the shorty group!"

Hinata Xiangyang: "..."

Xi Guxi: "..."

Feitan: "..."

Nakahara Chuya: "Bastard mackerel!"

Standing between the two, Reborn shot into the sky: "The match begins."

The moment the gunshot rang out, Hasegawa Rin subconsciously tensed up.

He curled his lips, and silently complained in his heart.

Who would announce the start of the competition in this way, it's not a track and field event!

Kudo Shinichi served a mediocre ball.

Tsunayoshi Sawada received the ball and passed it to Toyo Kageyama as the setter.

Hasegawa Rin cooperated with his teammates to make a fake move, gave the ball to Sawada Tsunayoshi, and hit it back to the opponent's court.

After several back and forth, the ball failed to hit the ground, but he gradually relaxed.

At least so far, what he has seen is still ordinary volleyball, and the expected terrifying scene has not yet come.

The game went on peacefully, and the score rose steadily until they reached their match point.

Hasegawa Rin was standing in the back row at this time.

The ball fell into the opponent's hands.

He took a deep breath and stared at the other side.

Hisoka, who was in the back row, jumped up to hit the ball. After staying in his palm for a while, the volleyball suddenly sped up and jumped over the net in an instant, hitting him straight.

He stared at the dropped ball and pursed his lips.

What Kuroro said before the start of the game suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Don't worry, we have a way to help you take the power off the ball."

In a trance, the body was faster than the mind, and suddenly turned to the side to hide.

When the volleyball reached his height, it suddenly slowed down, landed lightly on the ground, and rolled dozens of centimeters to one side.

He stared at the ball for a while, then slowly raised his head and looked at Kurolo who was obliquely ahead.

Kuroro looked at him calmly, holding the book full of reading skills in his hand, spread out on a certain page, and the footer of the page was blown by the wind.

Reborn announced the current score, 23-23.

"Sorry," he straightened up, let out a soft breath, "conditional reflex."

Kuroro closed the book: "It's okay, I understand."

Sawada Tsunayoshi said, "I'll do it next time."

"No, no, no," Hasegawa Rin waved his hand, "The conditioned reflex is not easy to change."

Hotaru Tsukishima: "Don't you need someone else's help to catch the ball?"

Hasegawa Rin smiled: "That is to say, I can do it myself, and I already have countermeasures."

Zhong Yuanzhong, who replaced him, also passed him and patted him on the back: "Take them down."

Rin Hasegawa smiled: "Of course."

The inexplicably awkward atmosphere on the field was broken by Chuya Nakahara's words, the two sides re-established their positions, and the opposite Hinata Xiangyang served the ball.

Osamu Dazai, who has not been on the court, smiled softly, resting his chin on one hand, and looked at Rin Hasegawa from a distance.

"So Rin has changed." Ranbu who was sitting next to him stuffed a biscuit into his mouth, with a bit of disgust in his tone.

"Yes." Dazai replied happily.

Saiki Kusuo, who replaced him, took a sip of water, looked at the two of them silently, and didn't make a sound.

Osamu Dazai: "Ah——Kusuo still doesn't want to talk to me."

Saiki Kusuo opened his mouth: "There is always something that remains the same."

Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes: "Want to make a bet?"

Edogawa Ranpo: "No."

Without looking at the two of them, he raised his head and poured the remaining broken biscuits in the snack bag into his mouth.

Saiki Kusuo shrugged.

Osamu Dazai sighed exaggeratedly, and looked up at the sky boredly: "Aren't you all curious?"

Saiki Kusuo: "There is nothing to be curious about."

"Liar." Osamu Dazai curled his lips, "You are obviously also curious about what his 'unchanged' is."

Fyodor, who voluntarily quit the game, came over at some point: "Want to bet?"

Hasegawa Hikaru suddenly jumped over and stuck out his tongue at them: "It's not you anyway!"

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes: "Ah——kids are so annoying."

Saiki Kusuo: "Second."

"coming."

Several people looked into the arena at the same time.

The person who hit the ball this time was Fei Tan, who still rushed straight to Rin Hasegawa who was standing near the sideline.

There is air behind the volleyball, and there is a faint appearance of a sword.

Rin Hasegawa stepped back half a step, with his hands open, blocking the path of the volleyball.

The speed of the volleyball did not decrease, and it came straight.

Ten fingers held the volleyball, but did not touch it, he stepped back half a step again, and the ability was activated.

The volleyball is instantly moved to the sidelines.

Hasegawa Rin turned his head to look, and the volleyball fell gently on the ground, with a layer of ice crystals attached to the surface.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was slightly taken aback, and after meeting his gaze, he said "Sorry" awkwardly.

Rin Hasegawa shook his head.

Anyway, they have already won this round, and the process is not that important.

Osamu Dazai ran over and congratulated him on his victory like a teammate.

"Congratulations at the end." Rin Hasegawa shrugged, allowing Osamu Dazai to drag him out of the arena.

They draw lots to separate groups, and the last group can live in the room.

If Osamu Dazai's group loses this match, there is no hope.

He touched the man's head casually: "Choose a good place at night."

Osamu Dazai responded, dragged him to a corner, and pressed him on the bench: "How is this place?"

Rin Hasegawa raised his eyebrows, raised his hand, and slapped to death a mosquito that landed on Dazai Osamu's shoulder: "It's good, just eat it."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

"It's summer, there are so many mosquitoes, where can I find a good place—" He drew a long voice, pouted and acted coquettishly.

Rin Hasegawa curled his mouth and looked down at the young man lying in his arms: "So?"

Osamu Dazai blinked, took his hand, and held it between the two of them: "So—Rin-chan, marry me!"

Rin Hasegawa was stunned for a moment, raised his other hand, and flicked his fingers on his forehead: "Are you still learning from Shanyi?"

"I've thought it through!" Osamu Dazai held his unretractable fingers, "After we get married, that room will be our joint property!"

Hasegawa Rin was expressionless, and read: "Oh—our Dazai is awesome."

Osamu Dazai choked for a moment, with a sad expression on his face: "Oh."

"Rin-chan, why don't you think about it again—" He rubbed up and down, held Hasegawa Rin's hands, and blinked coquettishly.

"..." Rin Hasegawa had no choice but to struggle and save his hand, "I'm free."

Osamu Dazai: "?"

Rin Hasegawa touched his forehead: "If you have a chance, you can try it."

As he spoke, he held Osamu Dazai's shoulders, trying to pull him up, and lifted his chin towards the court.

Osamu Dazai grabbed the chair to resist, he looked down at him, sighed, and gave up.

The current volleyball game is probably the real volleyball game for these people.

He squinted his eyes and unconsciously curled up Dazai Osamu's hair with his fingers.

It was a good volleyball game, and it felt like a battlefield, with swords and swords flickering on the court, and strange special effects wrapped around the volleyball, which reminded him of the middle school tennis games he had seen.

Outside the field, Hyuga Xiangyang cheered hard and shouted hard.

Hasegawa Rin gently tugged Dazai Osamu's hair, feeling a little puzzled.

The volleyball game is like this, and the kid is still so happy.

——How much do you like volleyball?

"Rin-chan—" Osamu Dazai softly called out to him.

Rin Hasegawa lowered his head.

"I'm going bald."

"Ah, I'm sorry." Rin Hasegawa let go of his hand and blinked awkwardly, "I'm used to it."

"It's a habit." Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes and sat up while supporting his thighs, "I thought it was a conditioned reflex."

Hasegawa Rin didn't understand what he meant at once, and after a long while at a loss, he suddenly realized, and then he couldn't laugh or cry: "You have to give me time."

Trust is something that cannot be regained in a short while.

What's more...

Osamu Dazai withdrew his expression, and said softly: "But sometimes, no amount of time is of any use."

Rin Hasegawa froze in the air as he wanted to help him straighten his hair.

The two looked at each other in silence.

After a while, Osamu Dazai responded first.

He held Hasegawa Rin's hand hanging in the air, shook it up and down, pressed it on his head, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "But it's okay, I'm free, I have a lot of time to wait for Rin-chan."

Rin Hasegawa rubbed his hair along the way: "Don't commit suicide?"

"That's still necessary." Osamu Dazai jumped down and bent down to look at him condescendingly, "Remember, Rin-chan, don't come to save me."

"Hmm." Hasegawa Rin responded perfunctorily twice, pulled his forearm, and dragged the person to sit beside him, "It will be saved, it will be saved."

The two sat on a bench, watching the game from a distance.

Hasegawa Rin did not participate in the following games, and the six teammates were very upbeat, winning all the way, and won him the permission to live back in his room.

Hasegawa Rin made an excuse, refused their request to let him cook dinner, ordered enough takeaways, and paid with the card in Hasegawa Hikaru's hand.

——He doesn't want to be told that there is no taste of love in the food he cooks again.

It was so embarrassing to dig my toes.

At night, other teammates packed some people who were planning to stay in the living room with empty lunch boxes and threw them out.

Osamu Dazai was not among them, but obediently occupied the bench that the two of them sat on during the day.

Rin Hasegawa hesitated for a moment, then gently touched the back of the chair, opening a space for him to block the mosquitoes outside.

He turned his head, startled for a moment.

Edogawa Ranbu hugged the pillow in his arms, tilted his head to look at him in the night, the warm yellow light shone down, and the young man's eyes were shining with light.

"what happened?"

Luanbu puffed up her cheeks childishly: "I don't want to sleep outside!"

"Only one day, bear with it?" Rin Hasegawa looked into his eyes and spoke softly.

Luanbu pouted: "I want to sleep in the room."

Hasegawa Rin showed embarrassment: "But..."

Others won't allow it.

Ranpo: "Take me to your room."

"You want to sleep with me?"

Ranbu raised his eyebrows confidently, and hugged the pillow in his arms tightly.

Rin Hasegawa smiled and touched his head: "Sorry, I'm not used to sleeping with others now."

"Let me help you create a space outside," he pointed at Osamu Dazai, "like that."

Edogawa looked up at him in disorder, and blinked slowly.

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