As a result, the two people who were too good at practicing volleyball missed the last bus to the station perfectly.

"Ahhhh there is a stone in front of you, your butt is about to rot-! Xiangyang rides slowly!"

"That's the shortcut here! If you slow down, you won't be able to catch up!"

"Wooah--"

In the night wind, bicycles rushed through the doors of the fields like wind. The airflow brought up to roll up the weeds on the roadside, leaving only a string of quarrels and screams of young girls.

After the sun sets, the gates of the mountain and wilderness turn into indigo blue. Occasionally, the street lights light up, which briefly turns the world white and quickly returns to the darkness.

Hinata Shoyo pedaled his bicycle to the point of sparks, and his orange hair was blown back by the wind, making Sakurai look covered.

She had no choice but to bury her face on the boy's shoulder.

The warm breath fell on the shoulder hole, and Hinata Shoyo's shoulder trembled, and the bicycle suddenly tilted.

A panicked voice from Migan people came: "Xing, Xing!"

Sakurai Xing also panicked: "You can ride more steadily!"

"I, I understand-"

In a place where the girl could not see it, Hinata's face was so hot that it exploded into fireworks. It was almost impossible to stabilize her hand and continue to ride her bike.

Sweat soaked the thin sweatshirt, and his back was filled with a turbulent and vigorous heat, mixed with the girl's shampoo, and it came over little by little.

...

Sakurai got off the back seat of the bicycle, his legs trembling, and he felt that his butt was no longer his own.

The gravel roads in the countryside are terrible...

The young man who had been riding her for almost ten kilometers was gasping for breath. Beads of sweat fell from his hair, but he was a little more energetic than her. He looked up at the time door anxiously: "Hurry up, have you arrived?"

There are ten minutes left before departure...it's still time!

"Xing, go quickly..." Hinata Shoyo hurriedly picked up the sports bag from the basket and was about to put it to her, but his hand was grabbed. "Eh?"

Her fair hands pulled him without saying a word. The girl took out a sign pen from somewhere, bit her cap, and quickly wrote a string of letters in his palm.

The tip of the signature pen slides in the palm of your palm.

She lowered her head, and the black hair that was blocking her ears slid down, shaking in the air for a while.

"……star?"

The lavender eyes raised from the door between the dark hair and glanced at him.

She spoke quickly and said "email address", took the bag, turned around and ran away.

Hinata Shoyo stood there blankly.

Leave an email, that is...

Sure, I'll see you again.

It started to blow at night.

The wind from the mountains blew through the ends of his hair, and a drop of sweat rolled down from his cheeks, and his hot body was still getting hot.

The girl's figure has merged into the crowd.

He slowly tightened his palms.

After inserting the ticket ticket and passing through the ticket gate, Sakurai was slightly gasping, slowed down a little, and looked up to see the message on the electronic monitor.

The train platform to Bingsheng is... found...

She walked towards the elevator, and her brain and body felt a numbness after being tired.

...Are you a little too tired?

She didn't think about anything and stood on the escalator steps.

The crowd around seemed to have become blurred silhouettes, and the sound on the radio seemed a little far away... At this time, a roar that almost broke the sound came from the quiet station-

"star--!!"

Like a lightning bolt, the door instantly hit the dull senses.

Sakurai shook like he woke up, turned his head and bumped into his orange eyes.

The boy staggered outside the ticket gate, covered in sweat, but stared at her without blinking.

"I--!" Hinata Shoyo stood at the ticket gate and waved at her hard, his eyes as if burning with blazing flames: "---I will become the best ace!!!"

“…”

……ah.

Sakurai's eyes widened.

This guy...is really not shy at all!

The escalator rises slowly.

She turned around suddenly, grabbed the handrail of the escalator and took a deep breath:

"Then - if you are interviewed, I would say that my favorite setter is me!!"

The young man Migan looked up at her, his eyes lit up in shock, and suddenly, a bright smile appeared.

"……Um!!!"

The best setter, and the best ace.

"At that time—! We will play volleyball together again!!"

...

At 6:00 on Sunday morning, Sakurai opened his eyes on Kyoto's bed.

She looked at the ray of light leaking into the gaps in the curtains, and was still a little overwhelmed.

...Go home.

I had only been in Miyagi Prefecture for one day, but it seemed that a lot of things had happened and I had spent a long time.

The attribute value has also been added a lot.

What is more surprising is that the reward for practicing with Migan people is not the exercise attribute points, but a large number of moral and considerate attributes...

Does the system sympathize with him?

Sakurai was like doing daily tasks, taking care of her skin and watering flowers step by step, going out for a morning jogging, finishing her housework and homework, and one morning passed.

As noon approaches, the sunlight becomes a little dazzling, making the homework book snow-white.

She put down her pen, leaned on the back of the chair, looked at the shadows of trees outside the window, and was stunned for a while.

...The shadow of the tree is round.

Circular.

volleyball.

She raised her hands unconsciously, with her palms facing up, her fingers and wrists together, and used force-

I made a ball-holding action.

“…”

The hands stretched out from mid-air, as if they were glowing fingers.

Hold it high and chase the volleyball... Once you touch the ball, the short moment you touch the ball, the door made a solid sound, and your five fingers strongly lifted the ball - passing it to your trusted teammates.

There will definitely be someone behind you to drop your own ball.

That deep, firm sense of trust...

She slowly closed her eyes.

……like.

The knock on the door interrupted the ups and downs of the heart.

"Xingjiang? I've had lunch, my dad made delicious tomato stew soup~"

She put down her raised hands, got up and pushed the chair back under the desk: "Okay—"

*

At the dinner table, Sakurai thought of something and stopped drinking the soup.

"Do you have time tonight?"

"Hmm? Tonight?" Sakurai's mother thought for a moment, "Mom is free. Where is Dad?"

Sakurai's father, who was peeling shrimps for his wife, immediately looked up and laughed: "Of course dad is free, too!"

"That's great, my dear ~ Then, what do Xingjiang want to do?"

...No, Dad didn't have time to say that.
To be continued...