Summary: The male protagonist is always wrong

The spike hit the block and bounced off the wall. Even if Yin Li was good at flying, there was no way he could save this kind of ball in front of everyone.

This goal broke the balance and allowed Shiratorizawa to reach the 20-point mark first.

What was extremely bad was that the next ball was served by Ushijima again.

With a 190cm tall figure on the serving area, a stretched left arm, and a perfect body shape for spiking, the pressure brought by the top three main attackers in the country is indescribable.

Oikawa, who was being targeted, was highly focused, even his breathing slowed down a bit.

The three-colored volleyball was spinning so fast that only a blurry block of colorful colors could be seen rushing towards him.

The volleyball in his eyes kept getting bigger and bigger, and his muscles were highly tense, like a prisoner before execution. The pressure of this ball was indeed very strong, but he would never take a step back.

Before the volleyball could continue to rush forward, Yin Li took a step forward to block in front of him, stretched out his arms to the right, and the volleyball hit his arms heavily and bounced back into the air.

Although he was ready to use all his strength to receive Ushijima's cannon serve, the boy intercepted it. Oikawa always felt a sense of suspense in his heart.

"Oikawa-senpai!"

Oikawa gritted his teeth and said, "Here it comes."

Let go of the anger in your heart through volleyball, go!

Oikawa waited patiently for the ball to slow down, then took the ball.

Well, this ball feels good.

You'd better catch this delicious ball.

This is a very high ball, no one can guess where it will land before it falls.

At the same time, the three people in the front row and Iwaizumi in the back row jumped at the same time.

Tendou narrowed his eyes and glanced at the four attackers who jumped up.

Which one will it be?

This time it must be you~

Tiantong raised the corner of his mouth, took a step to the left with confidence and jumped to block the ball.

As he expected, the volleyball was delivered.

Tendou's smile grew wider.

At the same time he met those cobalt blue eyes.

Can it really be stopped?

The ball was slammed down with a powerful right hand.

Like a bolt of lightning, the volleyball suddenly exploded in midfield. Tiantong's palm felt hot, but his brain nerves were a step slower to transmit the pain.

"Ahhh, it hurts~" Tiantong drooped his hands and stared at Yin Li on the other side of the net, "I didn't expect your spike to be so strong~"

Yin Li said calmly, "Thank you for the compliment. Senior's strength is too weak in comparison. You should eat more."

"Oh, thank you for your concern, but my stomach is so small, I really can't eat more."

Coach Washi Takumi looked at the two people chatting happily in front of the net with a serious face, and nodded to Coach Saito next to him.

"Beep——"

Shiratorizawa takes a second timeout.

There was a pause, and everyone in the audience could finally take a break.

"I haven't been playing for long, but I still feel exhausted."

"Because it was a seesaw match, Shiratorizawa's receiving and blocking were both very strong, and Ushiwaka's spikes were basically received by Qingcheng's No. 14."

"Qingcheng's No. 14 is outrageous. He crossed half court to receive the serve, then ran back to the net to spike the ball. Does he still have the stamina?"

"Isn't Qingcheng the place that emphasizes teamwork? This year, it's become like this..."

"Isn't this good? At least we can fight Shiratorizawa."

"But if No. 14 collapses, Qingcheng will be finished."

The brief pause was over quickly.

Oikawa stood up, "Alright, let's win this game in one fell swoop. Shiratorizawa has no more timeouts."

"Hi!"

Yan Quan walked over to Yin Li and asked with concern, "Do you still have enough energy?"

"I still have plenty of energy, Brother Yanquan, don't worry about me." Yin Li nodded.

Seeing that the boy looked relaxed and indeed not tired, Iwaizumi felt relieved.

Now it's 20-20, Shiratorizawa can't lose the ball anymore.

Even if the one standing on the serving position is Qingcheng's No. 14.

The boy has started his sprint from the baseline.

Yamagata stared at Yin Li's every move with his eyes, his attention highly concentrated, his blood boiling, and his competitive spirit roaring in his heart.

Will this ball go out of bounds? No, it's a baseline ball!

Yamagata made a judgment, took a step to the right, and lowered his center of gravity.

"Boom."

A perfect pass.

"Good job!"

Shirabu stepped forward and held the ball steadily. As Shiratorizawa's setter, he did not have the monster-level talent of Iikawa, but don't underestimate him. He was not just passing the ball to Ushijima.

With a wrist push, a second attack was successfully scored.

With the first goal after the timeout, Shiratorizawa regained the situation and the cheering team immediately became excited.

"Shiratorizawa!! Shiratorizawa!!"

"Shiratorizawa!! Shiratorizawa!!"

The cheers of the cheering group almost drowned out everyone in Qingcheng.

Having lost this crucial goal, Hanamaki felt a little guilty, "I'm sorry."

"Don't mind, it's just one point." Oikawa comforted.

Iwaizumi: "Just take it back with the next ball."

In the next ball, Tendo's mediocre serve was received by Yin Li, and Ikawa organized a counterattack. Iwaizumi's A fast break was received by Yamagata, and then Ushijima's small diagonal ball scored another point.

The score widened again. Oikawa licked his dry lips, feeling a little anxious. What was going on with this lingering sense of disharmony? It was so strange. What was wrong?

Ishikawa, who was on the court, was watching the ball and thinking about how to avoid blocking in the next pass, so naturally he didn't notice anything wrong on the court.

Coach Irihata saw it right away.

Yin Li's role was limited.

Shiratorizawa gave up blocking and chose to receive the ball instead. When attacking, he chose small diagonal balls or second-pass attacks, limiting all offense and defense to the frontcourt.

However, the Qingcheng teammates in the frontcourt became obstacles for Yin Li.

Coach Irihata sighed. His outstanding strength was indeed a guarantee for Qingcheng, but it was also a hidden danger.

The next ball has already started, and the only way to call a timeout is to wait until this ball is over.

Volleyball Stage 28

After scoring two points in a row, Shirabu knew that their strategy was successful, and now it was up to him to pave the way for the Ace.

With a flick of his fingertips, he passed the ball behind his back.

Ushijima had already jumped high when the ball landed. Even though it was the end of the game, Ushijima's spiking posture was still so perfect, and his powerful arms cut through the air.

The pressure was like the hot breath of a wild beast, and its bloody fangs were close at hand.

Oikawa gritted his teeth and tried to stop him, but by the time he reacted, the volleyball had already brushed past his arm and flew behind him. The delayed stinging sensation quickly spread from his arm to his entire body.

Oikawa turned around and caught the ball. He didn't want to lose! !

Looking at the volleyball flying out and quickly bouncing towards the side of the court, Yin Li said "I'll do it" and dissuaded Du who wanted to catch the ball.

Anxiety and irritability spread in his heart, and Yin Li was very eager to win.

He hadn't touched the ball for several rounds, and the outcome of the game had nothing to do with him. Now there was finally a chance for him to play his role. How could Yin Li not be anxious?

This ball must be scored by him to open the situation again!

Be sure to catch it!

Yin Li made a somersault, but the rotation of the volleyball still caused the ball to fly out.

Oops!

Every second was slowing down, the air seemed to stagnate, and the blood in his body, which had suddenly stagnated, surged up. Everything was moving away from him, and only the volleyball was left falling in his eyes.

it's over......

Why did he make a mistake here and still said confidently, "I will catch the ball?"

The boy clenched his fists and pounded the ground unwillingly.

But Oikawa was still trying. Facing the volleyball flying out of the court, he pounced on it with all his strength. The intense exercise pressed on his nerves and body, and the dull pain in his muscles told him to stop.

His body hit the cushions that served as guardrails, and he pointed a finger at something in the distance.

A sense of conviction and a tacit understanding that belonged to childhood friends made Iwaizumi start to run and jump.

Then Oikawa lifted the ball out.

The volleyball drew a perfect arc, crossed the entire court, and landed perfectly in the hands of the ace.

Yin Li looked at the pass.

Such a wonderful pass, like a spotlight shining through the dull night.

The heart beats strongly in the chest, the boiling blood rushes through the body, and the shouts, discussions and the harsh sounds of sneakers rubbing against the floor in the field surge up like a tide.