Summary: The male protagonist is always wrong

Toss the ball, jump, swing arms, a very standard jump serve.

"I'll do it." Matsukawa was already standing where the volleyball would land, tensing his muscles to prepare for this powerful jump serve.

But when he touched the ball, he felt something was wrong. The force of the ball was unexpectedly light. The volleyball brushed past his arm and slid down unsteadily.

Coach Irihata nodded with satisfaction. "A perfect floater."

A floating ball refers to a ball that does not spin or spins very little and floats in the air.

Because no spin is applied when serving, the ball's trajectory can change direction suddenly or drop sharply.

Team leader Sadayuki Mizoguchi couldn't help but admire him. "He was able to catch the blocked ball, and even a floater. This Mori-kun is truly extraordinary. Is he a champion setter?"

"By the way, I remember he didn't accept the invitation I sent him, right?"

"Yes." Mizoguchi Sadayuki also felt strange, "But what is he doing now?"

"Oh, young man." Coach Irihata shook his head. He didn't know the specific situation, but seeing the current scene, he didn't feel worried.

The game on the field was still in full swing, with the two teams chasing each other closely, and the score reached 21:19, with the blue team taking the lead.

Oikawa Toru tensed up his nerves. Compared to Yin Li's passing skills, his attacking power was more worrying. His powerful attack that could break through the block made Oikawa Toru excited, and he stared at the boy with burning eyes.

I really want to pass the ball to him. With my passing, Shiratorizawa won’t be his opponent!

He smiled excitedly, hit the ball with his right hand, and scored on a second attack.

At 21:20, the red team scored and took possession of the ball.

Oikawa Toru stood in the serving area again, holding the volleyball horizontally, but his light brown eyes were fixed on Yin Li.

Let me see more!

The rapidly spinning volleyball flew straight towards Yin Li.

"I'll do it." The young man exerted his strength and steadily lifted the ball.

"Kindaichi!" Iwaizumi shouted and threw the ball.

Kindaichi immediately exerted force with his feet, followed closely by Kunimi and Matsukawa who were blocking.

But Toru Iikawa, who was concentrating, saw Iwaizumi glance back and then turn around and run towards the right half of the court.

Kindaichi swung his weapon in vain and landed on the ground in confusion.

At the same time, the volleyball fell to the ground with a thud, and Yin Li fell to the ground with it. His cobalt blue eyes looked coldly at Oikawa Toru, who fell to the ground and failed to save the ball. "It's time to end it, Oikawa-senpai."

Oikawa Toru curled his lips and looked at the condescending boy with dissatisfaction. What a pretentious boy! He was so hypocritical that he even said harsh words.

At 22:20, the blue team scored and took possession of the ball.

Yin Li took the ball from the referee and had a clear view of the court, including the wary opponents and trusted teammates.

In a volleyball game, serving is the only battle that belongs to one person.

Yin Li held the ball flat in front of his chest.

One second, two seconds...

The boy still didn't move.

The air suddenly stagnated and time stretched infinitely.

In the fierce battle, the eight-second pause made everyone upset.

"What are you doing?"

"He didn't forget to serve, did he?"

"Shh!"

Kindaichi put his hands on the back of his head and couldn't help but want to look back, while Iwaizumi waited patiently for the volleyball to arrive.

Oikawa Toru stared at the motionless boy, his whole body like a taut string.

The entire Third Gymnasium fell silent, and the sound of dripping sweat was clearly audible.

Just eight seconds, but in everyone's eyes it felt like a whole century.

The lungs control breathing and deliver blood to every corner of the body.

The whole body was like a sophisticated machine, suddenly heating up and starting to work with a huge roar.

"Boom!"

Oikawa Toru's pupils shrank as the volleyball whizzed past his ears with a gust of wind, making a loud noise like thunder behind him, echoing throughout the third gymnasium.

His cheeks were burning. He stroked the handsome face that was almost in trouble, looked at the boy who had just landed, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

This guy is really petty. He must be taking revenge on his first serve. He is really a hypocrite!

Coach Irihata and team leader Mizoguchi couldn't control their expressions either. They turned their heads in astonishment and saw the speedometer next to them clearly showing 138km/h.

"Nice ball!" Iwaizumi gave a thumbs up behind him.

"Xiao Li-chan, you've really gone too far. You have such a strong desire for revenge. Lord Oikawa was almost killed by you~"

Oikawa Toru's light brown eyes burned with fire as he stared at his prey.

Yin Li took the next ball from the referee and said, "Volleyball is a sport where deaths are rare."

Seeing this, Oikawa Toru no longer had time to make jokes and focused all his attention on the movements of his hands.

Matsukawa swallowed and waited for the upcoming serve with his nerves tense.

I have to catch this ball! No, just reacting to it is progress.

Kunimi sighed and suddenly wanted to retreat. Who could catch such a ball?

Everyone relaxed their nerves out of habit, waiting for the eight seconds of calm that were about to arrive.

But the young man threw the ball, and his whole body was like a giant whale emerging from the water. Under the action of the huge force, the volleyball suddenly deformed and flew forward with a strong wind.

Landing is midfield!

With his nerves tense, Toru Ikawa subconsciously judged where the ball would land, leaned over and dived to save the ball, but the heavy sound of the volleyball landing had already been heard.

Ah, I didn’t answer it again.

Oikawa Toru stood up, threw the ball out of the court, and pointed his index finger at the boy opposite him, "I will definitely catch the next ball!"

Matsukawa and Kunimi also stood up from the ground and looked towards the opponent with menacing eyes.

"It's time to end." The boy took the ball from the referee and performed another series of continuous movements.

The three players on the red team must be ready for the jump serve. The best strategy at this time is to switch to a floater, catch them off guard, and score points steadily.

But the boy liked their attitude of facing challenges head-on.

If you have confidence, come and give it a try!

The volleyball in his eyes suddenly enlarged, the boy's muscles tensed like a bow, his whole body began to boil, and then erupted like a volcano.

A faster, stronger, more powerful jump serve rushed towards the opposite court.

"Bang!" The volleyball fell to the ground and bounced to the side.

The sweat on Oikawa Toru's forehead wet the corners of his eyes.

25:20, the blue team wins.

Volleyball Stage 8

After the game, there was a moment of silence in the air, and then like boiling water splashing into a frying pan, the discussion exploded.

"Is this the champion setter?"

“Is this still a setter?”

"He's only in the first year of high school, right? His serve is no less impressive than Ushijima's from Shiratorizawa."

"What a terrible newcomer..."

"Alright, let's train!" Team leader Mizoguchi clapped his hands, "Oikawa and Mori, come here."

Oikawa Toru, who was lying on his back on the floor, propped himself up.

Yin Li's steady ball-catching ability prolonged the game and turned it into a protracted battle. Even Toru Oikawa could not bear the running around in the game.

Yin Li extended her hand to him in a friendly manner.

The bony hand was right in front of him, and Oikawa Toru looked up along the hand, panting.

The young man's breathing was calm, with only a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Seeing that Oikawa Toru didn't get up for a long time, he hooked his finger in confusion, "Why aren't you getting up yet?"

Looking at the refreshing boy and his own embarrassed self, Oikawa Toru couldn't help but feel terrified. He sat up, grabbed his arm, and then shifted his weight backwards...

But he still couldn't drag the boy to the ground, and Yin Li didn't move at all.

Oikawa Tooru blinked.

Now the two of them were in an awkward position, no, it was Oikawa Toru who was in an awkward position, he was like a naughty kid being carried by an adult.

"Pfft...Hahahaha, idiot Oikawa!" Iwaizumi laughed with joy.

In order to save his senior's face, Kindaichi Yujiro had to cover his mouth and hold back his laughter.

"Poof!" Guo Jianying couldn't hold it in anymore.

"How shameful, Oikawa," Matsukawa Ichishige scoffed.

Yin Li pulled Oikawa Toru up and said, "Are you okay, Oikawa-senpai?"

"Ah! Of course something happened. I have lost all my dignity as a commander! It's all your fault!" Oikawa Toru jumped on the boy and choked him.

Yin Li twisted his arm and said indifferently, "Senior Oikawa still has dignity?"

Coach Irihata watched them playfully with a smile.

Team leader Mizoguchi also smiled and shook his head, "Alright, let's discuss Mori's position."

Coach Irihata glanced at the scoreboard. "The catching and attacking are both very solid. How about a fast break? Oikawa, give it a try with him."

"Hi hi~" Oikawa Toru excitedly took the volleyball, "Come on, Xiaoli-chan, Oikawa-sama is going to pass the ball to you!"

Oikawa Toru's overly enthusiastic attitude made Yin Li turn her head away as if burned, and said lazily, "Okay."