"..." Sakurai Hide: "Is it difficult to choose...?"

Feixiong Kyoyama said "yes" in a daze.

He seemed very serious and was worried about this. He stared at the buns with his eyes as if he was a cold tyrant, and he almost shouted, "You guys should pick one out and I'll eat it."

...It seems that it is already in the late stage of dysfunction.

Sakurai thought for a while and tentatively suggested, "If you don't know how to choose, just reach in and grab any one, and eat whatever you get?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, showed a sudden enlightenment, and nodded seriously: "Yes!"

[Kingyama Feixiong's favorability to you: 30 ([Kingyama Feixiong] Thank you very much for teaching him the best tricks.)]

No, it's too bad to say it's a trick...

How distressed is he?

The favorability of the first meeting was obviously only 10 points. After agreeing to help serve, I added 10 at once, and this time I added 5... She seemed to understand the so-called "single-celled creature".

However... I will be seriously worried about which bun to eat first. Although my expression and tone are very fierce, I respect my seniors very much...

...Accidentally a little cute.

"I've been waiting for a long time."

Not long after, Kanmiya and Kaneda Kazuki also bought good things. The three teenagers stood together, and their stomachs were screaming, but they just looked at her quietly without moving.

Sakurai Xing looked at the three people, tentatively picked up the rice ball and took a bite, and said a little vaguely: "That...I'm starting to move..."

"yes."

Only then did the teenagers bow their heads and slowly start to have a late lunch.

...It turns out that she is really waiting for her to be the first to eat.

The concept of superiors and subordinates of sports clubs is really strict.

At noon, a gentle wind blew across the cheeks, and the fragrance of grass burned by the sun came to my face, mixed with the smell of food, warm and comfortable.

"It's almost time," Guo Jianying, who looked pretty, seemed to have a smaller appetite. The boy swallowed his last bite of sandwich, inserted the straw into the milk box, and said casually: "Let's go back to the gymnasium."

Feixiong Yingyama immediately looked up: "I want to practice the ball."

"You can still fight..." Jindaichi was almost choked and stared at him like a monster, "Is there no limit to physical strength?"

Guo Jianying was very straightforward and indifferent: "I refuse. Today's amount is enough."

"..." Neither of the two friends wanted to accompany him. Before the bun in Kyoyama's mouth could be swallowed, his eyes had already fallen on Sakurai's body, and his thoughts were self-evident.

Sakurai: "..."

Suddenly I felt that the curry bun (bribery) in my hand was a bit hot.

She was a little embarrassed. While she was thinking about how to answer, a young man's lack of energy came from behind her: "No."

It's a country that meets the British.

When the delicate young man looked at Kingshan, he had a little subtle disgust on his face, "Did you forget about taking a photo at 2 o'clock?"

Kageyama Feixiong's facial features were twisted together, and his eyes wandered: "No, no, no..."

No. I definitely forgot this expression.

Sakurai Sei was thinking silently in her heart, but the topic suddenly turned to her.

"Senior Sakurai is going to take the Shinkansen back tonight?" Kanedaichi bent down slightly and asked a little shyly, "Do you need help with your luggage?"

So tall...

She was obviously a middle school student in China, but these three people were much taller than her, like giants.

"Thank you, but I don't need it. I bring very few things." Sakurai looked up and praised from the bottom of his heart, "...Kinda Ichi is so careful."

"Well……"

The tall boy blushed suddenly and took two steps back in a hurry, and steam seemed to be coming out of his head.

Kuromi beat him up: "I'm very happy to be praised by my seniors."

"Rare, long-winded..."

Kageyama Hiro finally finished eating the buns and sucked the gungun yogurt while honestly asking: "Shinkansen? Is the senior's home so far?"

"ah?"

His words made both teammates look strange.

“…Don’t you know?”

"Senior Sakurai has transferred to school. Today I came to Miyagi for a photo."

Guo Jianying was holding his eyelids, and his tone was not fluctuating. He casually added: "As a result, someone pulled him and sent the ball for 3 hours."

Boom—Long—

Yingshan Feixiong had only a loud thunder roaring through Volleyball's mind.

He has petrified.

"Hey! Calm down! The yogurt is about to be squeezed out by you!"

"Calm Shadow Mountain!!"

The chaos lasted for about ten seconds.

Feixiong Yingshan pinched the yogurt box and turned his head suddenly, staring at her with sharp eyes. His facial features were twisted together, and he looked like he was gritting his teeth with great grudges.

...Is this person really a handsome guy? The expression management is too bad!

He seemed to want to say something, his mouth moved, and after a while he put out a word: "I..."

Sakurai: "...ah, that one, don't care."

After all, she also secretly learned a lot of tricks from the second setter, and she would play with KK when she went back.

But... Is Kuromiya actually a person who can stand up for justice?

Perhaps because I heard the players’ voices, the system popped up a prompt with thoughtfulness.

[Kuo Jianying's favorability to you: 32 ([Kuo Jianying] I think you made his training much easier and he was in a good mood.)]

Sakurai's eyes became sharp.

The reason why this guy spoke for her...is that he was tired and didn't want to practice football, right?

In this way, I felt when I saw them training before - Kuromi seemed to have always retained room, not as hard as Kyoyama and Kanedaichi... But unexpectedly, he would suddenly send out a ball that cuts directly into the key points.

It's really scary, is this a brain power?

He looks as slender and beautiful as a doll... but his personality is like a dormant beast, secretly observing his opponent's fatal points, and then...

Kill with one blow.

Um……

...It feels so cool.

*

Feixiong Yingshan didn't know what the respected senior was thinking, and was still struggling stubbornly.

He lowered his head, looked left and right, his mouth tightly, and his expression was completely out of control.

"That, I..."

My tongue is knotted and I don't know what to say.

The single-cell handsome guy struggled to fill the volleyball brain with 99% of his volleyball, trying to squeeze out words to express his apology from the few words he occasionally heard during class and sleep.

...It's so hard to apologize.

Why do Japanese people like to express their mood in so many complex languages?

He can't do it.

It would be great if the Chinese language class could teach 100 volleyball codes, and he would definitely be fully focused and not have his mind blank at this time.

There are very few times when you are worried about interpersonal relationships like this.

The world of Hiroshi Kaedyama is very pure, there are few things that can be paid attention to, and his thinking is often not on the same line as others, and even has some emotional disorders.

Volleyball alone has occupied his whole heart.

He really didn't know about the transfer of seniors.

Although I remember the name and position of everyone in the volleyball department, it is just that.

But even if he knew, Hiroshi Kageyama would not think so much, and he would probably make the same request - he didn't think it was meaningless to "practice volleyball together at the last moment of getting along", or it should be said that this was the farewell he thought was the most meaningful.

But hearing what Guojian meant, it seemed like it was screwed up this time...

He could probably guess the reason-

...Senior, she doesn't seem to like volleyball.
To be continued...