“——Let me be your second setter, ace.”

Unexpectedly, someone would say such words to him.

Hinata Shoyo stared at her blankly and became stunned. A few seconds later, he took a short breath as if he was patient with some sudden emotion, pursed his lips and nodded vigorously.

"Um!"

Sakurai thought for a moment, "I'll throw the ball to you first, and Shoyang will be responsible for the first pass and spike. Is it OK?"

"Okay." The boy half-squatted down and made a prepared posture: "I'm ready!"

"Then come."

Simulating the opponent's throwing ball, he was already very skilled in the three hours in the morning. Sakurai raised his arm and threw it gently, and the ball flew steadily towards the boy.

The moment he saw the flying ball, Hinata Shoyo's eyes stuck tightly. His mind was blank, and there was only one thought-

Here comes.

He subconsciously took steps, chased the direction of the ball, and jumped up-

Like a flying bird.

"Bang--!"

With the waving of his arms, the volleyball was hit hard and hit the ground in a straight line, making a loud noise.

"Click and click", the bounced volleyball slowly rolled away.

The orange-haired boy turned his head and his eyes were shiny, looking like "Did you see it?"

Sakurai: "..."

She praised in cooperation: "Xiangyang jumped very high, I was surprised."

Little flowers floated behind Miganren, and when she said in a slight whisper, "Not that powerful," she said with a sharp look: "...but, I should have had a pass just now - to pass the ball to me, it's not a spike, right?"

“……oh.”

Hinata Shoyo suddenly froze.

"Not to mention whether there is an offensive foul," Sakurai Xing ignored Miganren's petrochemical appearance and pointed at the landing point he had just spiked: "If it was a spike in that kind of place, if it was on a real volleyball court, the ball would hit the net directly."

After saying that, she looked at Miganren with disagreement: "Please be more serious, ace."

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Miganren blushed, "As soon as she saw the volleyball, she just wanted to spike the ball...!"

“…Do you like spiking?”

"Yes! I like spiking the ball the most!" As soon as I mentioned this, Hinata Shoyo was full of energy. The corners of his mouth raised and gestured with his hands dancing: "Press up the palm of his hand, and then the ball hit the ground with a 'bang'. It's so handsome-!"

His expression was like shining.

Sakurai looked at him for a while and thought for a while.

“…Then draw a volleyball court.”

“Eh?”

"Even if you can hold the ball to you, you can't see the volleyball court, and Xiangyang can't practice the strength and direction of the spike." She took out her secret weapon from her pocket, "Fortunately I have this."

A must-have item for intimidation of bad things - chalk.

Huh...?

Hinata Shoyo's tone was very hesitant: "Why do you carry chalk with you..."

"This is not important." After the photo ended, how could I tell the villagers of Migan? Sakurai Xing gave him a few chalk as if nothing had happened: "Draw the approximate location of the volleyball court first."

"oh oh!"

A few minutes later, they stood on the chalk-drawn volleyball court.

"I'll pass the ball this time."

"good!"

Sakurai Sei threw the volleyball to the opponent again.

This time, Hinata Shoyo took the ball obediently, but...

"Pu" the ball flew out of bounds.

Sakurai Sei was silent.

This catch...is really awesome!

"One more, do it again!"

"Pa", outside the boundary.

"Dong", flew directly to the opposite venue.

"Bang", no ball was received.

...

Sakurai Sei almost couldn't remember how many times he threw the ball. Hinata Shoyo's catch skills were really bad. With so many passes, he never could pass the ball to her.

Perhaps out of embarrassment and frustration, the boy's movements became slightly anxious and his level of receiving the ball became more unstable.

"…sorry! Let's do it again!"

It would be meaningless to continue like this.

Sakurai thought. She looked at Miganren who no longer smiled and blinked her eyes slowly.

"good."

The volleyball was gently thrown out again, crossing a parabola in the air. Hinata Shoyo stared at the ball tightly, stepped forward, stretched out his hands, and squatted down slightly.

"Bang", the ball hit the forearm and rebounded quickly.

"Oh no"

It's off again.

The volleyballs with red, white and green colors did not fly to the place where Sakurai was, and turned straight to the left-

Just like before, another bad pass.

Would she feel bored? She kept throwing the ball meaninglessly...

In just half a second, the messy thoughts were beating in Hinata's mind like splashing sparks.

However, the next moment, the figure of the girl chasing her desperately suddenly came into view.

...Eh?

The volleyball quickly landed out of the boundary, and Sakurai chased after a few steps, finally leaned against his body and jumped with one foot—

The boundary drawn with white chalk on the ground was rubbed by her shoes with a "swish" sound, and she almost staggered towards the ball.

Sakurai stared at the ball tightly and stretched out his hands desperately.

As long as the ball is reached-

As long as you can meet-

The line of sight changes constantly as the body tilts. In the evening, the red sky, the white birds flying in the distance, and... the volleyballs that are constantly spinning and getting closer and closer.

This time it definitely...

The palms of both hands are facing upward, like a lifting action - a "click" sound, and the moment the palms come into contact with the leather, a slight sound is made, and then...

"Xiangyang!"

The volleyball flew back to the sky, which was the most suitable height for spiking.

"..." The boy let out a rapid breath from his throat.

As if he wanted to respond, he shouted almost in a broken voice:

"Leave it to me-"

Hinata Shoyang rushed forward like an arrow, his arms raised back like wings, his legs muscles tensed instantly, and he jumped hard—

... Very high.

The world seemed to have a moment of silence. In this short and long moment, he reached the top... He could see the white lines on the opposite side, where to spike the ball and from which angle to spike the ball.

Volleyball is within reach of the palm of your hand.

...Nothing is wrong.

"Bang!!"

The ball hit the ground like a cannonball, making a loud noise. The ball rotated and raised a large area of ​​dust, leaving a terrible circular mark on the ground, causing a burst of airflow.

The volleyball that bounced even exceeded the height of the big tree and drew an arc in the air.

Sakurai was lying on the ground, staring blankly at the ball that was slowly bouncing away.

A few seconds later, she and the boy who were also staring at the palm of his palm subconsciously turned around and met with the sight.
To be continued...