I'm looking for someone in sports

The competition is coming to an end, and the Tokyo Gymnasium is getting more and more lively.

Gan Shinji put the bag on the ground, and greeted Fuji Shusuke, who was already waiting here.

Fuji Zhousuke flipped through the booklet in his hand, and found Qian Zhenzhi's arrival. He smiled and greeted him: "Shinji, are you here today?"

Gan Zhenzhi helped the glasses on the bridge of his nose. He is a college student now and has a lot of time: "I just have time, and I also sent some condolences to Ah Liang!"

Although others regard Gan Shinji's homemade drink as a scourge, Fujisuke's unique taste is very fond of it, "Thank you, A Liang may need these..."

Gan Shinji sat next to him, remembering the news he heard yesterday: "Fuer, you invited Ah Liang back to play tennis again?"

When mentioning this matter, Fujisuke was extremely helpless: "I was rejected, I really hope he comes back to play tennis."

"When a child grows up, we must respect his choice!" Gan Shinji concluded.

Fuji Shusuke's understanding of volleyball is limited to the superficial. He thought that Ryo Asaha's end yesterday was to save his energy.

But he doesn't understand, isn't there someone who understands beside him? Hearing what Gong You said, Fuji Shusuke, who loves his younger brother, is a little angry.

Although Asayu Ryo is a bit willful, but his condition is not so bad that he needs to be replaced!

Disturbed by these emotions, Fuji Shusuke brought up the matter of coming back to play tennis with Ryo Asaha again yesterday.

It's a pity that the child refused very quickly, so that he didn't even speak out the words of persuasion.

Players from both sides, Chen, came on stage one after another, and a familiar face appeared on the field. After a while, he helped Caton for a second: "I found a familiar face."

So the person next to him yesterday came to investigate the enemy's situation in advance?

"Ah Liang, what is this?" Qian Yuliang tremblingly took the condolence item that was handed over to him.

The big dry lettering on the box made him unable to ignore it, and the familiar packaging reminded Daping Shiyin of the tragedy of that night in an instant, so he did not give up trying to prove it: "Ah Liang, could this be?"

Asayu Ryo nodded heavily, with a bad expression on his face: "Absolutely! Absolutely not before the game! Not during the game either! But if you want to have a drink in the dead of night, that's no problem..."

Others instinctively refuse, they can't afford it!

The only five-color worker who didn't understand was full of curiosity, what's in it?Isn't it just a sports drink?

Absolutely not during the competition, can you try it in the dead of night? ?

Wusegong turned his clever little head, could it be...

Are the seniors secretly drinking?

Asayu Ryo is very grateful to Gan Sadaharu for supporting them, but this kind is unnecessary, he really doesn't have the wonderful taste of Buer Zhouzhu.

The radio blared, and the orange court lights blazed.

Asagi Ryo was about to play, when Akira Saito suddenly appeared next to him, with a worried expression on his face: "Ah Liang, are you okay today?"

After returning to the hotel yesterday, Asaba Ryo didn't have any abnormality, but no, abnormality is the biggest abnormality.

Asaba Ryo is not someone who will hold back when he is wronged. He was taught a lesson by Jiujiang for some reason. Akira Saito thought that he would complain to others when he returned.

However, Ryo Asaba didn't say anything... This strange behavior made Akira Saito very worried.

Ryo Asagi stopped, touched his chin with his right hand, raised his head slightly, thoughtfully: "Maybe... there is a problem, but it doesn't affect the game!" He replied with a smile.

"Really? Come on!" Feeling more worried...

Seeing Ryo Asaba enter the stage, Akira Saito approached Shuji, "Coach Jiujiang, Ryo's condition may be a little..."

Jiujiang Blacksmith interrupted him: "Saito, sit down and watch carefully!"

Standing in front of the net, Wusegong was shocked by the fact that the seniors not only drank under the legal age, but even brought alcohol to the field! !

What if this is discovered?

The dizzy little guy stood in front of the net and wandered into the sky, shouting non-stop: "Little devil!"

"First grade kid!"

The ferocious setter in the video appeared in front of his eyes, and his ungentle tone seemed to be threatening.

"Little ghost, how are your setters doing today? Is it still bad?"

Wushigong suddenly came back to his senses: "Huh? Uh... Are you talking about Senior Asagi? You are in good condition! I ate two bowls of rice last night."

"But I didn't eat much in the morning. Could it be that my poor condition caused my poor appetite? Does the old man need alcohol because of his poor condition?"

Gong Yoo was speechless, he talked to the other party about his status, and the other party talked about his appetite again, is this a thing?

"Is there something wrong with all your players in Shiratorizawa?"

"Little devil, what I'm asking about is the status!"

With a palm on the back of the head, Gong Yoo covered his head and looked back: "It hurts, who hit it!"

Miyaji put down his arms, cold and ruthless, merciless: "Don't look at me, the coach asked me to remind you to cheer up. The game is about to start, so what are you talking about, bullying the first grade is nothing!"

Gong You said dissatisfiedly: "The latter is definitely added by yourself, right? It is definitely your own!"

At the Shiratorizawa venue, Shion Ohira secretly glanced at Ryo Asaba beside him, feeling that he was unusually quiet today.

Although there was a smile on his face as usual, Ohira Shion always had a chilling feeling.

Before the start of the game, Asaha Ryo would talk a lot to them, whether it was strategy or nonsense, but today this person didn't say a word, it was simply too abnormal!

Game start.

Gong Yoo took the volleyball, raised his hand and looked at Ryo Asahana coldly. Although it is not a gentleman to bully others when they are not in good condition, he has never been a gentleman.

Gong Yoo has his own preference for serving, which is where his talent lies and also where his arrogance lies.

He is not afraid of being seen through by his opponent, nor is he worried about being deliberately targeted, as long as he moves forward according to his goal, he will be the final winner!

The loud cheers from the performance department came to his ears, and the noisy environment interfered with his concentration.

Gong Yoo slowly raised his arm, clenched his right hand and tightened his fist instantly, and immediately listened to the performance, making him instantly dominate the court.

"It's so handsome!" Wu Segong felt that he wanted to try it too.

Qian Yuliang moved his feet lightly, with a half smile but not a smile: "You are really handsome..."

The environment where he could hear the needle drop gave him enough space to focus, Gong You threw the ball into the air fiercely, crossed his legs, and quickly ran up.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps.

With his hands up, his eyes fixed on the spinning volleyball, the flying figure released all his strength in an instant, and the vigorous jumper flew away with an unmatched momentum.

Qian Yuliang snorted coldly, relaxed the muscles that had been tensed just now, and turned slightly.

Daping Shiyin saw the ball coming straight towards Asakusa Ryo, and was about to switch positions quickly when he heard the person next to him shout: "Out of bounds!"

The arc of lightning landed behind him, the bottom line referee carefully confirmed and raised the flag in his hand.

Serves out of bounds.

Daping Shiyin looked at Asa Yuliang in disbelief.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Gong Yoo hugged his head and wailed, Gong Zhi mercilessly poured cold water beside him: "Go out of bounds, lose points!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Gong Yoo was irritable.

Daping Shiyin felt that there was nothing wrong with his feelings. Today's Aliang is indeed different, very quiet and calm.

Asaha Ryo's return and return skills are only average. In order to prevent misjudgment, this kind of ambiguous serve, the original he will basically not give up.

Daping Shiyin looked at the place where the volleyball landed and took a deep breath. If he was the judge of the trajectory, he would choose to catch the ball.

Outside the bottom line is out of bounds, and on the bottom line is in bounds.

Too close, the ball was too close, millimeters off, out of bounds and not just luck.

Qian Yuliang felt that Daping Shiyin's expression was a bit complicated, and asked suspiciously: "Shiyin, what's wrong with you?"

Daping Shiyin waved his hand: "I feel that you are in good shape today, Liang."

"Really?" Asaha Ryo scratched her hair in embarrassment, "I don't think I'm in a good state today."

The referee calls for a serve, and Asaha Ryo walks over.

Hayato Yamagata approached Daping Shiyin: "Does it look like that? The time when A Liang was very angry..."

Daping Shiyin thought for a moment, nodded in approval, "But why did it suddenly become so? It was okay during training last night!"

Hayato Yamagata couldn't answer this question. He was not a roundworm in Asaba Ryo's stomach, and he couldn't understand his thoughts: "I don't know that!"

Shiratorizawa opened the first point, thanking the opponent for the big gift package, Asaha Ryo felt that he had to return a meeting gift.

Although he always serves first, he doesn't always make mistakes, right?

Inhale air into your lungs and exhale slowly.

Politely took the handed ball, moved his fingers slightly, let the ball rotate quickly between his fingers, and clearly felt the touch brought by the spherical surface.

The original Ryo Asaba didn't like to serve the ball, but later Ryo Asaba fell in love with the feeling of this moment.

You don't have to think too much, it's very comfortable to just immerse yourself alone.

Tian Tongjue glanced at Qian Yuliang's expression, and motioned to Wu Se Gong next to him: "Gong, cover the back of your head."

Wu Segong was ignorant, but he still raised his hand obediently.

The main reason for Asaba Ryo's excellent toss is in ball control.In the high school volleyball world, if he was second in ball possession, no one would dare to admit that he was number one.

The excellent sense of the ball not only makes his toss the ball beautiful, but also gives him the full ability to realize his incredible willful ideas.

Throwing the light toy in his hand, watching it rise with force, Asaha Ryo couldn't help but smile.

Volleyball was an interesting toy, and while it was fun, it wasn't enough to make him give up everything.

Asaha Ryo knows that everyone has a different understanding of the setter, but he didn't expect that everyone's understanding of him is so the same.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, he is not naturally suitable for compromise.

Toys in the air aren't fancy or lighthearted, but they do give him hours of fun.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps.

Gong Yoo's eyes shrank suddenly.

His strong physique helps him fight in the air, and his keen perception makes him surpass the ordinary.

The touch of the fingertips was smooth as he had never imagined before, but now he was used to it.

The hormones stimulated by the competition atmosphere excite the muscles and the brain, and the heart beats faster and faster...

That's not enough, not enough, not enough!

More irritated expressions!

More angry eyes!

Cheers and sighs are his partners, and what he needs in this battle is more than that.

not enough!

not enough!

He doesn't care what others think or what the world sees, all he has to do is to be himself.

The surging blood poured into the ten fingers, and the touch between the fingers was so clear, the desire that was dormant in the bottom of my heart was slowly revived, and the shining path of light was slowly opening.

There was a slight heat between the fingers, and the airflow that tore through the space made the ball disappear from sight in an instant.

The thunder in spring awakened the sleeping beast, and the jumping fox in the forest disturbed its territory. The offended white lion slowly stood up and stared at everything in front of him indifferently.

"Out of bounds!" Taibai Alan shouted.

undistinguished trajectories,

same direction.

same location.

same judgment.

"bump…"

The bright red flag was lowered slowly.

The traces of staying on the bottom line were clearly visible, Asagi Ryo slowly stood up straight, watching everything on the other side of the net.

The fast-moving lion held down the leaping fox with one paw, and stared indifferently at the existence in front of him. The dignity of the king cannot be challenged.

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(The Second Biography of the Small Theater Classified Gathering·End)

Looking at the chaotic simple faction, the others have black lines all over their faces.

Tobio Kageyama, who doesn't care about his status when he does everything: It's my turn, isn't it my turn...

Chiwei who found that Yingshan went to the tactical school: Yingshan... did you go wrong...

Tobio Kageyama: ...I think I have a pretty high IQ...

Since no one wanted to come to the tactical school to grind, they closed their eyes tightly, guessing fists silently, and then... walked to the simple school...

Tired Chiwei: ...Grinding...You must have gone wrong...

Grinding, who was stared at enviously by others from the naïveté, felt a little regretful: ... um... I went wrong...

Asaha Ryo, Oikawa Toru, and Gong Yu: ...the first pass of Yinju...the second pass doesn't need to run away...I'm so envious!

(Note: Jinchuan and Baibu have already run away at this time)

Classification results:

Simple faction (deceitful faction): Ryo Asaba, Ji Chuan Toru, Gong Yu, Grinding

Tactical faction (heart faction): Jinchuan, Baibu, Yingshan, Chiwei

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