Volleyball: The Time of Resonance

Today's activities were too much for a young sheep.

After struggling to finish a bath, the sheep, exhausted, collapsed into bed, completely oblivious to where it was sleeping or who was around.

Almost the instant she landed on the bed, she fell into a deep sleep.

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Both Ye Jiuwei and Haixinxing, who were still awake, were startled by the sudden noise and turned around.

The two second-year students approached with some concern and squatted down in front of Yinchuan Mianye, who was wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon, to check on her.

"Looks like you're exhausted today," Hisense chuckled. "I never expected that Mianye would continue training with Bokuto and Kotaro at the very end."

"He's probably already fallen in love with volleyball. Kids are like that, always so stubborn." A smile appeared on Yoruichi's face.

Fukunaga Shohei, still half asleep, opened his eyes slightly before closing them again and continuing to sleep.

Yamamoto Takeo let out a soft snore.

Every time Yoruichi observes Yinchuan Mianye after he falls asleep, he finds him to be both beautiful and well-behaved, sensible and not troublesome. Apart from occasionally liking to rest more, he has no flaws.

After making sure his juniors were all properly covered with blankets, Hisense, who was also exhausted from the day, said goodnight, tidied up his bed, and went to sleep.

Yinju went out twice, and everyone stayed together both times.

Fortunately, there aren't many people in the volleyball club right now, so seven people isn't too crowded.

Yoruichiro stared at Miya's flushed, still-steaming face and felt a pang of tenderness. As if possessed, he reached out and poked her with his finger.

Yes, it's the damp heat after a bath. This is a clean Nekoma cat.

Kuroo Tetsurou, who was guarding Kozume Kenma, happened to see this scene as he entered the room.

"No way, no way, no one would want to steal someone else's cat, would they?"

The free agent, slightly annoyed by the fright, didn't lash out at his juniors, who were probably still asleep.

Yoru Eisuke: "Otokoma's cat belongs to everyone in Otokoma's household."

Kozume Kenma didn't join in the banter and went straight to his seat.

Kuroo Tetsuro raised an eyebrow. "Is this what they call 'borrowing'? It's terrifying. Yaku, stop doing things like this."

Yoru Eisuke: ......

"You could at least keep your voice down." Yoruichi stood up and yawned.

Kuroo Tetsurou, who wasn't much better off than Yinchuan Mianye, felt sore all over, but when he saw someone's rosy cheeks, he couldn't help but squat down to take a closer look.

In the first few days of the training camp, the three of them were at their own homes. Kozume Kenma was taken on a trip, and Ginchuan Mianye went to visit relatives. They hadn't seen each other for a few days, and seeing Mianye sleeping made them miss each other very much.

The same warm, damp hand moved without pause, nestled in the blanket, its palm supporting Yinchuan Mianye's chin, lifting her head slightly, and kneading it like a stress-relieving toy.

The sheep, already diagnosed as being in a coma, was completely powerless to resist.

Seeing the other party's series of rather brutal actions, a huge "hash" appeared on Yoruichi's forehead.

"Kuroo Tetsuro, I think you forgot your brain in the bathtub while taking a bath!"

"Hey!" Kuroo Tetsuro feigned surprise as he released his grip, clutching his heart with both hands and turning his body toward the side where Kozuru was grinding.

As soon as he turned around, the black-haired boy's attention completely shifted, and he said with a look of accusation and heartache, "Moren! You actually secretly only made your own bed sheet!!"

The mushroom cat, who had just tucked itself into bed: ...Little Black is so noisy.

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

The training matches were officially scheduled starting on the second day of the training camp.

Otoko's opponent in this match is Mori Ran High School.

At the other end of the field, Senran's team members were already on high alert.

Kuzan rubbed his fingertips together, his gaze sweeping across the opponent's half of the court before finally settling back to his side.

Yinchuan Mianye was also tiptoeing slightly, obediently moving her ankles.

Their eyes met briefly in the air, and Kozume gave a barely perceptible nod.

An excellent setter can work well with an attacker who can come up with any idea.

The whistle blows—the ball is tossed high into the ceiling.

The brown-haired boy's running start was like a precise breeze, his steps light and compact.

When jumping, the body extends outwards, not as if about to unleash a thunderous force, but rather with a light and graceful rhythm.

Swing your arm, touch the ball—you'll also support the drooping ball, heading towards that blurry area between the two players in the imposing receiving zone. The ball speed isn't fast, but the spin trajectory is strange.

Senran's first pass player made the opposite judgment at the last moment. The ball bounced off the edge of one of the players' arms and its trajectory suddenly became unpredictable.

"The first pass is inaccurate!" the stern libero shouted.

On the other side of the internet, Kozume's eyes lit up slightly.

Senran's adjusted pass barely reached the net, forcing the attacker to hastily jump and spike from an uncomfortable position.

Soundhorse's block was already waiting there. The ball was effectively deflected and flew precisely in the direction of Kozume's grinding motion.

"One touch!" Yejiro shouted.

In an instant, all eyes on the volleyball court focused on the setter in the red uniform.

Kozuru's posture when grinding and catching the ball always looks so relaxed, even a little loose, as if he doesn't care about the impending impact at all.

But the moment the ball touched his fingertips, it seemed to be "sucked" into his hand, without any extra bounce or uncontrolled spin, becoming incredibly docile.

At the same moment the claw-shaped grinding ball made contact with the palm, Yinchuan Mian also moved.

Unlike other middle blockers who rushed to the net early to reveal their intentions, he casually moved two steps toward number three. Just as the stern-looking blockers focused their attention on the ball and judged that he might pass it to the outside hitters on both sides, Mianye's steps suddenly accelerated.

It wasn't a brute-force sprint, but rather like a bolt of lightning that suddenly turned while skimming the ground, piercing the narrow gap between the opposing blocker and the sideline.

In the instant that the opponent's middle blocker's attention was slightly diverted by Yamamoto Takeo's feint attack on the other side!

The timing was absolutely perfect!

The ball has been removed from the grinder's hand!

The pass had no whistling sound, it was just fast and flat, with an almost stingy low arc, but it seemed to have eyes, flying precisely to the highest point of Yinchuan Mianye's jump, flying towards the fleeting gap he had just torn open.

Mian didn't even need to take off with full force; his jump was light and swift, and he arrived at that position just before the opponent's blocking hands could completely close in.

The arm swing was not large, and the ball was not spiked. Instead, it flew rapidly towards the back opening at a sharp angle, grazing the outside of the opponent's fingertips.

The ball makes a crisp sound when it hits the ground.

It wasn't until the scoreboard flipped that the stern-faced middle blocker turned his head completely, looking at the volleyball that had landed quietly, and then at the first-year student on the other side of the net who was breathing softly and had a calm expression.

"A beautiful timing difference." Kuroo Tetsurou laughed, his voice not loud, but loud enough for his teammates on the field to hear clearly, "Grind's pass was tricky, and Mianye, your timing for cutting in was like seeing the future in advance."

The grinding stone had retreated to its original position, its fingertips unconsciously rubbing against each other. It seemed the hero was already leveling up on his own, and had quietly leveled up without anyone knowing.

Yinchuan Mian also walked back to the service area. As she passed by Mo Ren, she said without any hesitation, in a low voice that only the two of them could hear, "That ball just now... felt very smooth."

Kuzaki made a barely perceptible "hmm" sound.

On the sidelines, Yakuei and Hai Xinxing exchanged a glance. Hai whispered, "They're in really good form today, those two's rhythm..."

"It's practically like sharing the same brain," Yoru added, a smile playing on his lips.