I'm looking for someone in sports

Asa Yuliang is actually quite difficult to deal with. He looks gentle, but he is actually full of arrogance.

He doesn't like idiots because he can't figure out their thoughts at all, but he doesn't like smart people either because it's too tiring to deal with.

Once left and right are excluded, there are not many people in the world that he can fancy.

"It's really annoying to be gentle. In fact, they are more ruthless than anyone else."

Listening to Ryo Asagi's ramblings, Ozawa Ohno felt that he was really old, and he really didn't understand what these students were thinking.

But Ryo Asaba is only one year younger than him, so why do you feel completely confused now?

"Asaha, what did you mean by that?"

Although this big senior has a good figure, it is obvious that his brain is not developed enough.

Asayu Liang looked at the volleyball senior with a smile, "Senior, you can just call me A Liang."

"oh oh."

Some seniors looked vicious, but they were really easy to fool. At least Ozawa Ono was interrupted and completely forgot what happened just now.

After the rest time, all the players returned to the volleyball court. Since it was not a formal game, the rules were not so strict, and there was quite a long time for everyone to communicate on the court.

This time it was Ryo Asayu who served the ball. After seeing the position on the opposite side, he lightly threw the volleyball.

Different from the buoyancy in the water, the air supporting the body appears so weak, and the soft limbs turn into invisible wings, like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, conquering its own new territory.

Even Ozawa Ono, who has no concept of aesthetics, couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It's so beautiful!"

There is no impact of power, no huge oppressive force, slender and fragile, like a butterfly that has just given birth to its wings.

The right hand touches the volleyball, and the smooth but slightly frictional touch makes people obsessed.

The brand-new toy keeps moving away from the palm of your hand, without the speed of tearing the air or the strength of the shells. It is neither rush nor slow, comfortable and natural.

Hayato Yamagata yelled out after confirming the course of the ball: "out!"

However, just as he finished shouting, the volleyball that reached the bottom line suddenly stopped and fell vertically like a meteor.

dong... dong...

Everything seemed to be frozen, Asaha Ryo stroked her fingers, "It's really beautiful, isn't it?"

The bottom line referee puts down the flag to confirm the pressure line, and the referee blows a whistle to indicate the score of the serve in Group B.

There was an uproar in the audience.

"What kind of serve is that? Jumping and floating?"

"No, jumping and floating is not a vertical fall!"

"I just scored on the line, right? It must have been accidental. How did you hit this kind of ball?"

The fiery breath rushed over, and the person who was relaxed and comfortable just now felt that it was very difficult to breathe.

The excited voices of the seniors were so noisy, but inexplicably, Asaha Ryo was a little happy.

"Ah Liang, what was that just now? Jumping and floating? It's amazing, it's amazing!"

"One more, can there be another one?"

"Senior, you are crushing me to death!" Qian Yuliang's voice was a little unsteady.

Ever since he entered the volleyball club, he has never stopped wondering why there are only those two types of serve?

As a person who has played tennis and baseball, he can't understand that the only two things that the server focuses on training are jumping and jumping.

It's true that these two types are very powerful, but one mainly relies on strength, and the other mainly relies on change. I feel that the other types are completely ignored. Can't they be combined?

Ryo Asaba personally feels that volleyball actually has an advantage over tennis. Playing tennis requires a racket. Even if it fits your own racket, it is still a barrier between the human body and tennis. The rotation of the ball cannot be felt intuitively at all.

But that's it, look at the guys in the tennis department, they can play so many change balls in elementary school, and then look at baseball, the same throw ball, there are too many changes in arcs and spins.

However, volleyball always gives him an uninspiring feeling. Of course, there are still differences between ball games, just like tennis and baseball are smaller in size compared to volleyball, and they have the advantage of being easier to control with manpower. , the larger the ball, the harder it is to apply subtle changes to it.

But Asaha Ryo doesn't know this. As a volleyball layman, he has never played volleyball, and he has never received professional training. The only thing he can compare is the sports he has been exposed to.

He understands that adding spin and subtle force to a volleyball is difficult, but he doesn't think it's impossible.

Ryo Asagi just thought it could be done, so he did it, and it succeeded.

But from the perspective of others, Qian Yuliang is standing and talking without back pain. Can everyone feel these subtle changes?

Just like in a football game, everyone knows that the elevator ball is powerful and what its skills are, but how many can really be practiced?

The difference between body and body, the difference between consciousness and consciousness, this is the gap between genius and mortal.

Art and competitive sports are places where talents are valued, and those who reach the top are all talented and hardworking.

A person who can go to the end purely by hard work must not be a person without talent.

After all, hard work and persistence are also very rare and precious talents in themselves.

The myriad of difficulties that ordinary people say is just a matter of course in the eyes of geniuses.

Brutal and beautiful.

This is the world of competitive sports.

"I'm so envious!" Wu Segong was still excited, but suddenly heard a whisper from the side, he turned his head and saw a pink-haired senior looking enviously at the volleyball in the field.

Wu Segong suddenly felt his boiling blood calm down. He didn't understand what the senior was talking about, but he seemed to feel it again.

Saito Akira looked at Jiujiang Blacksmith in shock, Jiujiang Blacksmith was as usual, neither sad nor happy, as if nothing happened.

Ryo Asaha was not playing this kind of trick when he served again. After all, this kind of ball can only be taken by surprise, and it is hit even after being targeted. It is purely a brain problem.

It's a pity that his jumping hair is not well practiced. It would be great if he gave it a little longer. Although he can't reach the level of cannonballs like Ushishima Wakari, it is still easy to practice if people can't catch them.

Seeing the serve being successfully received, Asaha Ryo consciously stood beside Ozawa Ono.

"Three, two, one..."

The second facsimile on the opposite side has no aesthetics, but I have to admit that this kind of heavy artillery is really difficult for mmp.

Ryo Asaba leaped high, and the volleyball hit him hard on the right arm, his arm was instantly bounced off, and the volleyball flew swiftly to the rear right.

Asaha Ryo shouted loudly: "Senior Jing Tai!!"

As if waiting for a long time, Jing Taiichiro raised his voice and responded: "No problem!"

Tian Tongjue, who was standing outside the arena, was shocked, "What the hell?"

Everything went just as planned, and Ichiro just caught the falling ball and shoved it back perfectly.

Asagi gave him a thumbs-up with a sneer, and said silently in his heart, Itaichiro, a third grader, is a catcher and is best at catching the ball.

Ryo Asayu quickly returned to the net, and three people in Group A blocked the net, at this time two people on the right side and one person on the left side.

Countless silk threads directly divide the entire space into three-dimensional squares, and everyone's three-dimensional positioning is deeply engraved in their minds.

The damp air, the chaotic voices, and the sweat dripping from the neck to the back, everything is fibrous.

Countless plans flashed in my mind, character, psychology... the players present seemed to be turned into a string of symbols.

Asayu Ryo gently tossed the ball, throwing a perfect arc, neither far nor near, the height was precisely ten centimeters above the block, and there, Ozawa Ono had jumped high.

Ryo Asagi smiled, "Ozawa Ono, a third-year student at Shiratorizawa Academy, the main attacker, best at..."

The soaring volleyball crossed the block and dunked heavily in the middle of the field in Group A. Just like the standard ending in the script, everything was perfectly interpreted.

"Slant!" Asa Yuliang stared at the secondary attack on the opposite side of the net, and smiled.

Score confirmation.

The onlookers shouted excitedly, "One more, one more!"

The ball just now was too exciting. It was obviously a big advantage in Group A, but it achieved the victory of Group B in the blink of an eye.

Who doesn't love a twist ending with ups and downs?

Ono Ozawa, who hit the ball, was also very excited and gave everyone a high five excitedly.

Onlookers may not be aware of him, but at the moment he jumped up, the ball fell into his palm as if being sucked in, and he was like a superhero in a movie, saving the end of failure and bringing happiness to his partners. victory.

This kind of excitement is an indescribable joy, and this kind of satisfaction is also the reason why he cannot give up volleyball.

Even just once, he wants to be a hero on the pitch!

Ono Ozawa felt completely overwhelmed, and a sentence filled his mind, "Once again..."

"one more time!"

"Experience this feeling again!"

The excitement of the attacker is the best propellant for the victory of the game.

Touching the arm that was still sore, Asaha Ryo was very satisfied in his heart. He felt that his brain cells were not in vain, and he still had some balls to play!

Although he is also a guy who loves heroism, but when the hero is not him, it doesn't make much sense.

Ushijima Wakari stared at Asakusa Ryo, and saw him smiling at him, and suddenly felt excited all over his body, with murderous aura all over his body, and the trembling feeling made people excited.

"Again, again!"

The mighty white bird spread its wings, everything is ready to attack at any time.

Akira Saito pushed his glasses in shock. He had seen the ball before, but he had never seen this kind of ball...

"Unbelievable, it's like... like..."

Before he could find a reasonable descriptor, he was interrupted by Jiujiang Blacksmith: "Script."

"Yes, coach Jiujiang, how did you do this?"

Jiujiang Blacksmith looked at Asakusa Ryo who was celebrating with his seniors in the field, and snorted coldly: "Arrogant brat!"

Without directly answering Saito Akira's question, he said, "This kid has good grades, right?"

Akira Saito: "The first two monthly exams were the first in age."

There was light in Jiujiang Blacksmith's eyes, "Although I haven't seen it, I've heard that a certain kind of person appeared in top competitions."

"Top-level mind, outstanding talent, keen perception, subtle insight, and the courage and strength to put theory into practice."

Jiujiang Blacksmith's eyes suddenly became sharp like eagles, "And usually, they are called..."

"Monster who plays with people's hearts"