“…”

The two of them stared at each other blankly.

They all saw the same brilliance in the eyes of each other.

——So is this the case for holding the ball/spray?

...

[You completed an excellent second pass, showing amazing perseverance, leaving indelible memories in others' hearts. Charm 10, Feeling 10, Sports 5, Mental 10]

"Is there any pain?"

The orange-haired boy squatted down and looked at her knees with concern.

"I wore knee pads, and it didn't hurt... it should be fine."

Sakurai sat by the flower bed, lifted up his trouser legs and sleeves and checked.

Except for the piece of flesh that hit the ground, which hurt for a moment, she was not injured at all and she was not even broken - the knee pads in the prop shop are really useful.

"It looks okay, don't worry."

Liar.

...It sounded very painful just now.

Hinata Shoyo stared at the girl's slightly red arms and pursed her lips.

"...Why do you have to catch the ball just now?"

He asked softly.

“Eh?”

The boy raised his head, and his slightly green face no longer had a smile. When he was stared at his unemotional orange eyes, he would feel a slight creepy feeling.

…It was like being discovered by some kind of hungry beast.

"That ball has fallen so much, why do you have to pick it up?"

Sakurai Hei paused.

"There is no special reason."

"What I have to say..." The black-haired girl showed a somewhat hesitant look on her face, "Because... 'The ball hasn't landed yet'?"

"But...!" The boy with orange hair frowned, and when he became serious, he was full of momentum: "The ball just now is the same as before, so Xing clearly can ignore it like before, right?"

So desperately, as if chasing something that cannot be given up, he gave up his relaxed posture and rushed forward to save the ball...

Why do you need to do this?

An inexplicable flame was burning in his chest, and the boy was confused and at a loss, so he could only let the flame lick his chest. The sound of his heart beating was about to occupy every inch of his perception along with the rushing blood.

The girl who had known each other for less than two hours sat by the flower bed and looked at him for a moment.

"...Because Xiangyang wants to spike the ball."

The sunset had not yet completely set, and half of the soft light fell on her fair cheeks, and then she hid her other half of her face into the dim shadow, making it inexplicably impossible to look away.

"Transfer the ball to the attacker and break the attack path is the responsibility of the second setter."

Her voice was calm and soft, but it seemed like the falling Mars, which was very hot.

"... Xiangyang's first pass is very bad. The ball just now must be out of bounds again, but - as long as I receive it before the ball lands, it doesn't matter."

Sakurai no longer looked at the Migan people staring at him, picked up the volleyball beside him and threw it in his hand.

The touch of this ball has been adapted.

and……

...The feeling of holding the ball is very good.

"…I decided to be the best second-hand match. So…"

She stood up from the flower bed, walked to the chalk field with a volleyball in her arms, and turned around.

The boy squatted motionlessly, but his eyes were uncontrollably chasing her figure, meeting the sight he was looking at.

The pair of lilac eyes stared at him for a moment.

"Next, I will catch all Xiangyang's passes?"

Hinata Shoyo's pupils shrank a little.

The sunset was almost sinking into the horizon.

In this last glimmer of sunset, the girl quietly held the volleyball, stood in the uninhabited open space, facing the light, her eyes focused to a little terrible.

"Xiangyang said he likes spiking. As long as he touches the ball, I will hold up your favorite support ball, so--"

"Come again, Xiangyang."

The hairs on the back of Hinata Shoyo's neck exploded one by one.

He heard himself say:

"Oh... OK."

With a feeling of hunger when you see the ultimate delicious food.
Chapter completed!