Volleyball: The Time of Resonance

After the second day of club activities, Yinchuan Mian, feeling like she was about to collapse from exhaustion, also suggested that she deserve a reward.

He wants to eat ice cream!

Hai Xinxing, who was voted to become the vice captain, led the others to clean up, while Kuroo Tetsurou took Yinchuan Mianye, who was in charge of wiping the balls and organizing the equipment and hadn't had a chance to do any work yet, to the convenience store to buy ice cream.

"Can I have two?" Yinchuan Mianye held a pineapple-flavored one in her left hand and a mango-flavored one in her right, her brows furrowed in a dilemma.

When they came out, the wicked Kuroo Tetsurou tied two rubber bands around Ginkawa Mianye's head, making two little pigtails at the back of his head.

With fair skin, delicate features, and a double ponytail hairstyle, she looks exactly like a girl at first glance, except for her height.

"No." Kuroo Tetsuro, who was already immune to Mianye's appearance, cruelly refused.

While the boy with the rooster-like haircut was pleasing to the eye, he looked around and realized that no one had noticed the twin-tailed girl, so he gave up his idea of ​​bullying her.

"I don't think I'll get a stomachache if I eat it," said Yinchuan Mianye, trying to convince Kuroo Tetsurou.

The boy with the black rooster-comb hairstyle narrowed his eyes. "Imitate a sheep's bleat."

The blue-eyed lamb, sensing an opportunity, lit up. After hesitating for two seconds, it let out a soft, gentle bleat, "Baa—".

"You're a cat, how can you bleat like a sheep?" Kuroo Tetsuroko clutched her heart, feigning injury.

"?" Yinchuan Mian, who was well aware that her childhood friend was 60% reliable and 40% outrageous, was also furious.

A headbutt landed on the wicked black cat, who was grinning with its mouth wide open. "Hey Blackie, stop laughing with your mouth wide open! You can see your stomach!"

"Hiss—!" Kuroo Tetsuro didn't expect Ginkawa Mian to actually do it (head), and exaggeratedly rubbed his shoulder.

"Mian'er's in a bad mood today, how about having some mints instead?" Mints are cold in the mouth, almost like ice cream, Kuroo Tetsuro asked thoughtfully.

"I don't like the stand-in trope," Yinchuan Mian also refused.

"Huh?" Kuroo Tetsuro immediately picked up on the joke, "It's just that you like the same type of person, it's not true love."

"I think you can relax a little more." After hesitating for a long time, Kozume Kenma called out to Yamamoto Taketora in front of him.

"Like you?" Yamamoto Taketora sensed that the other person wanted to have a proper talk with him, but remembering the other person's various behaviors, his tone was inevitably unpleasant.

"Easier said than done... When you want to bring out the results of your hard work, tell me how to relax?" Yamamoto Taketora retorted to Kozume Kenma, while also mocking himself.

"In short, I just lack the fighting spirit."

"No, it just so happens that all the ice cream I like is yellow! I'm a true fan." The two of them were carrying their purchases and exchanging a little banter as they paid.

"You have two true loves? That's the behavior of a scumbag." Kuroo Tetsuro looked at Ginkawa Mianya with an expression that said, "How could you be such a person?"

"I'm not a scumbag!" Yinchuan Mianye forcefully bit the ice cream in her mouth, making a crunching sound, trying to show her power.

"Stop spouting empty rhetoric about fighting spirit all the time." Kozume Kenma, annoyed by the retort, chimed in, "You should spend some time thinking about exactly where the problem lies."

"But Mianya must have thought about spending his whole life with two people a long time ago." As the conversation drifted off into random topics, Kuroo Tetsuro suddenly remembered something from a long time ago.

"I want to now too!" Yin Chuanmian readily admitted, feeling that it was nothing unusual.

One of the parties involved, Tetsuro Kuroo, found it increasingly amusing.

The items in the school's convenience store weren't expensive, so Kuroo Tetsuro bought sports drinks for the other members of his club.

"And what about you!"

—Yamamoto Taketora grabbed Kozume Morinaka by the collar, angrily berating him: "There were several balls in that game against Fukudani! You could have saved them! Why didn't you chase them!"

Kozume Kenma felt a pang of guilt for a second. He wanted to explain, but was pulled back by the other's movement and stumbled. "Willpower, willpower, so annoying! Exercising to the point of exhaustion doesn't count as willpower, it's just your self-satisfaction!"

—Yamamoto Taketora persisted: "Even so, a spineless coward like you dares to talk to me about fighting spirit?"

—Kozume Kenma paused for a second, then suddenly grabbed the other's collar, his aura surging forth: "Fighting spirit, fighting spirit, are you annoying me! Moderation is the way to long-term success, this isn't a game where you only have 1 point of health left!"

...... ......

Yinchuan Mianye, with a mango-flavored ice cream in her mouth, mumbled that she wanted to grow to 1.9 meters tall.

Before Kuroo Tetsurou could even utter the joke he was about to say, he saw two wet cats, one of which, looking pitiful, was his childhood friend.

......

"Can someone explain to me what happened here?" Kuroo Tetsuro put his hands on his hips, his seemingly ordinary tone revealing an undeniable danger.

Teaching others a lesson is not Yinchuan Mianye's business. After watching the scene for a while, Mianyang ran to the activity room with an ice cream in his mouth to rummage through his bag and took out a red jacket.

Lone Claw Grinding was wearing a coat that got soaked; poor Mushroom Cat lost his only coat.

Yinchuan Mian also tried her best to stuff all the ice cream into her mouth, thinking as she walked:

I don't know if the clothes inside are wet or not. If it's really bad, I can take off the clothes inside and just put on the coat.

If I were to wear this, wouldn't it be like... ready to eat right out of the bag? A new word I learned from a comic book popped out inappropriately.

Kuroo Tetsuro didn't let them pack up now. He pushed the two of them to the activity room first. The brown sheep had just come out with a coat, circled around the three of them, and then went back in with the coat.

Inside the activity room, Yamamoto Takeru silently changed his clothes, while Ginchuan Mian also found a towel and helped Kozume Grind cover his head before starting to change his clothes.

Thoughtful JPG.

Curiosity, a desire to join in the fun, and the culprit behind the two men's loss of virginity—Shohei Fukunaga—opened the door halfway and poked his head out.

"Wow! You two have a really good relationship."

Yinchuan Mian blinked when she made eye contact with Yinchuan Mian, because we were childhood friends?

Yinchuan Mianye's warm hands moved through her damp hair, not caring at all that her coat was getting wet.

If you really think about it, Xiao Hei and Mo Yan have spent more time with me than my mother has.

In Mia's heart, her father, who only comes back once every year or two, has long since become a guest.

After getting dressed, Yamamoto didn't leave immediately. He stayed until he reached Yinchuan. He searched around but couldn't find a trash can, so he took an ice cream stick and went out.

Their eyes met, and they remained silent for a moment. Yamamoto Taketaka's hair, which he had carelessly wiped, was still dripping wet.

The boy with the mohawk suddenly turned his head. He knew he was wrong to hit him today, but he didn't think he was wrong! The words of apology stuck in his throat, and he pursed his lips tighter and tighter.

"I'm leaving now." Kozume Kenma sensed the other's intention, turned his head away to avoid him, and had no intention of saying anything more.

Carrying his changed clothes, Kozume Kenma's gaze fell on the door. Before Yamamoto Taketora could come to a conclusion, he planned to leave.

"Kozuma..."

"Grind!" Yinchuan Mian, who had just thrown away his things, returned just before the atmosphere became tense. He called out to Mushroom Cat and took out the bag he had found.

"I found a bag to put my wet clothes in, so my backpack won't get wet," Yinchuan Mian said, her eyes slightly narrowed, as if waiting for praise.

Yamamoto, gritting his teeth, bypassed Yinchuan Mianye and strode away.

"We can put our clothes together!" Yinchuan Mian is also a disciplined child who wears her school uniform to school every day and carries her sportswear in her schoolbag.

Since his school uniform also needed washing, he could help wash it with him.

"Okay." Kozume Kenma reached out and took the plastic bag, stuffing his wet coat inside.

"Take your clothes to my house to wash."

"Huh!?" Yin Chuanmian knew exactly what that meant, "Grinding is best!"

The cheers from Yinchuan Mianye were always small. A very large sheep hugged the mushroom and rubbed against it, bending the mushroom down.

Kuroo Tetsurou pushed open the door, hands on his hips. "Does anyone care about me? Maybe we should go."

In the end, the two students weren't allowed to clean up the mess with their hair and clothes wet. The reliable second-year high school students took the initiative to clean up the wet area and discussed the punishment for the two the next day.

(Grade 11 group: Although they didn't stop it, fighting is not allowed.)

Yinchuan Mianye and his two families are neighbors. The one-year-older Kuroo Tetsurou would always take the two of them home every night to make sure nothing went wrong.

It's important to understand that even in Tokyo at this time, public safety couldn't be considered excellent or safe.

...... ......

The next morning—

A first-year high school girl arrived at the second-year floor with a stack of flyers.

"Hello, our volleyball team has gained a new star, Yinchuan Mian, a member of the national top eight junior high school team. Could you please support our volleyball team on IH?"

The girl who came to the second year of high school alone was polite yet bold. Her clean, yet droopy puppy-dog eyes easily won the favor of the older students.

The first-year high school students are doing a great job organizing invitations for people to join the volleyball team's fan club.

More than 40 people came in just over a week.

It's not just because Yinchuan Mian is good-looking; Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, and Fukunaga Shohei each have their own unique charm.

Although 90% of the 40-plus people who came were girls, they were all very enthusiastic and actively promoted their favorite teams to others.

"Hey, your volleyball club has a fan club now? That's great!? And it's all girls!?" The voice of the newcomer was full of envy. The boy slapped Nakamura Mori's desk, with a flyer under his hand.

The air was silent for two seconds. Murakamori's cold and gloomy attitude sent a chill down the man's spine. Confused, he looked down at the name on the list and the man's gloomy face popped into his mind. Suddenly, he realized something was wrong.

The captain's name isn't Nakamura Mori!!! What the hell?!

He sheepishly withdrew his hand, mumbled an embarrassed apology, and jogged away from the danger zone.

Nakamura Mori's face was so dark it was almost dripping with water; his resentment and anger were growing stronger.

After that incident, the senior students did not submit their applications to withdraw from the club, hoping that the lower grades would invite them back. However, there has been no progress since then.

Reaching out and grasping the phone in the drawer, Nakamura Mori's eyes reddened and his knuckles turned white. On impulse, he dialed the number he had left in his contacts.

...... ......

A thin young man was peeling an apple for an elderly man with gray hair by his bedside when the phone rang, interrupting this heartwarming scene.

"I'm sorry, teacher." The young man was clearly not expecting his phone to ring suddenly. He looked down at the old man's kind face.

"It's alright, go ahead." The old man waved his hand dismissively. Anyone who could get through to Zhijin Xue at this time must have something urgent to say, right?

Without wasting any time, Naoki picked up his phone and quickly went to the door. He looked at the unfamiliar phone number and felt puzzled.

"Hello, this is Naoi. May I ask who you are?"

"Hello, are you Naoi Manabu-senpai?"

The voices from both sides sounded at the same time. Naoi Manabu was stunned for two seconds, looked at the phone number again, and confirmed that he had no recollection of the voice at all.

"Yes, is there something you need?" Naoi Manabu didn't think much of it. Rather than wasting time discussing "who you are and who I am," he figured it was better to resolve the obvious issues first. The other party couldn't have come looking for him just to steal potatoes.

Nakamura Mori's eyes lit up, and he quickly grabbed his phone and went to the restroom during the break.

"Noi-senpai, I'm the captain of Otokoma's volleyball team... I'm here to ask for your help. Here's the thing, we're new freshmen this year... we're being ostracized..."

Nakamura Mori might occasionally have a momentary lapse in judgment, but he's definitely not stupid. He concealed the factors detrimental to himself in the events that occurred, portraying himself as an upright, responsible, and innocent former volleyball captain who suffered injustice.

Naoki Manabu crossed his arms, and the young man waited until the other end of the phone stopped before politely replying with a useless "I'll think about it some more," before hanging up.

The pristine white hospital room door opened again, bathing the room in white. "Teacher, those children you mentioned are indeed very brave."

Based on Nakamura Mori's account and his own understanding over the past period, Naoi Manabu deduced the general cause, process, and outcome of the incident.

"Haha, you've figured it out?!" The man with graying white hair said with a hint of surprise in his voice.

The old cat trapped here is unable to teach the newborn cubs, and the cat coach has been hoping that Naoi Manabu can give up the idea of ​​taking care of him.

"They are indeed very interesting and capable."

It's rare for a flower to bloom cleanly from the mud, and even rarer for a flower to choose to directly remove the mud and solve the problem at its root.

"Hahaha, hopefully those kids still remember you and won't mistake you for a bad guy."