JSWGAS Chapter 102

The 102 chapter 102.

The 102 chapter 102.

102.

The bus on the return trip was quiet after a short quarrel。

After the game, a team lined up to the Nine-Headed Ghost.,Smiling to reach out,Nine-fold horns put a piece of grape-flavored hard candy into their palms before they could get on the train———In the end, the Instructor of Irita and the Teacher Shiguchi stood in front of him with a smile。The three of them silently met，It was not until Jiuzhong’s face filled with unwillingness to take out two sugars from the side of his backpack and give them this funny scene.。

“……Next time I will beg to the supermarket to purchase。”After getting on the car，Nine-Chief Owl vows to Iwazumi，“I’m going to empty his money bag。”

——Why are these people excited to ask him for candy,This will start from the side of Oikawa’s backpack with a natural attitude after the game ended.,It is well known as‘Replenish sugar’，After picking up the candy, I took it away in a row。It can be said that this guy opened a head for others,That’s why he was a boy who was a sugar-free boy at this time，Now there is only one hard candy left in your pocket。

Iwaizumi sits beside him,He was silent about the sound of Oikawa and others behind him.，He is the only one who is not hot,“Don’t be tempted by that guy either，Will be taken to the point。”

“This is a discussion of experience？”

“……Bloody Teaching。”

The bus is swaying and moving forward,The two are talking,Oikawa Shiro explores the head from behind the two-person seat，“You won’t be secretly talking about Mr. Oikawa’s bad words, right？”

Next to him，Pink brain bags also emerged，“Say the word “Iwakawa”？Take me one！”

Oikawa Daisuke，Holding the seat back, I just want to be responsible for the wall, the grass roll,“You’re going to be a little cock……”The bus has opened uneven sections of roads at this time，Suddenly, he was shocked，The brain hit the car unexpectedly，I accidentally bit my tongue，Eyes are waving all of a sudden，Swallowed all the rest，Leave only one sentence,“it hurts！”

Iwazumi smiled back，Twist the head and reprimand：“Sit down！Don’t make trouble for others！”

Oikawa immediately robs，Mumbled a lot of words，Because I bit my tongue and said it in a vague way，Even mocked by the flower curl beside him，“What are you talking about？The meaning is unknown？”

……At the end, I sat back in humiliation with a look at the fool, Kyuge and Iwaizumi.，Reluctant and unwilling to come true。

The car has been restored to peace。

When the Irihata Inuiba trainer and the teacher Shiguchi twisted their heads inadvertently，A group of students behind are already next to each other in three or three，Or sleeping with a crisp and unimpressed look on your head———How to say，這麽和平一時竟然還不太習慣。

But I thought they played for a day，They didn’t intercept the question when the pause。Instead, students can think about the appropriate war and the attacks they need to take，The consequence of high concentration of physical strength and mental energy is that the main players who are on the field are basically sleeping in a mess。

The gaze of the gaze swept over a certain position in the front row，surprise，“Nine-level？Don’t you take a break?？”

Nine-fold horns are hanging their eyes，Slide your fingers on the phone screen，From the perspective of the mouth, you can only see that the whole article is densely packed with English。He pressed the screen，Push up，Smooth language，“I’m not too tired yet。”

Nothing like the last ball。

No，The slightest correction of the loophole in his own thoughts：It should be that the pressure you don’t give to people at the game。

The skill of the Nine-Plum Eagle jumping and hitting balls in the two-day match is increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.，Completed amazing。What’s more, volleyball is originally a sports that requires frequent jumps，When other official team members were timidly reaching out to ask for candy，Their wrists and knees were shaking。

well，never mind。

When Jiushen was keen on his life and found out that he thought of the sugar。

The mouth is a little irritated，Reminder：“If you’re tired, take a break now，When you arrive at the school, you may have to open a conference，Tomorrow’s competition will also be scheduled，It’s a good thing for young people to be in good spirits，But don’t fall asleep at the end……”

“good。”

The car returns to peace，The exhaled air returned to the initial cold from the heat。The back row is a light private language，After a few rows of time, it turned into a hypnotic noise.。Nine-fold horns put their hands on the handrail to lighten the rough material on it，Let go of yourself，Thinking about the details of the game just now。

The front coach Irihata said lightly to the driver to open the car.，When I saw his bored expression from the rear view, I smiled and laughed。Half way，A light bumpy，The multiplicity of images in the brain is walking to the place where the second player cooperates with the fastball，“Dong。”The rhythm of jumping and the side of the body is on the stern combination at this moment，Sin was forced to stop。

He was stunned for a moment，On the way, Oikawa was occupying him，I haven’t had a second of peace on the way from the beginning to the end，The record was forced to leave a record，Just taking a selfie, one person laughing, Zhang Yan was forced to run，It looks weird and funny。

After Oikawa took away his candy, he quickly slipped onto the car，When Iwazumi and Jiuchong came together, they were having a chat with Hanajuan.。Someone accompanying Kawakawa is naturally happy and quiet，They’re looking at each other，He hit it off and threw away the troubled family。Not long ago，Jiuchong also saw Iwazumi pulling out his cell phone，What is displayed is the video of the competition between the Chinese Youth Team last year，A real study on one face。

Another sound，“Dong。”

The young man with a little thorny head was frowning and his eyes were closed，Straighten lips into a line，The amount is against the glass window，As the car bumps up a little。It was another two or three strokes without any waking up，I think I’m extremely tired———Error running、Cover attack、Ground defense，I don’t think so much of my work，When you need support, you will take action。

So the multi-disc image is covered into a higher and farther place，From looking down on yourself to the whole store。He stretched out his hand，Tender slabs on glass，Then he tried a little hard to sniff the brain that was a little pissed.，Let him lean on his shoulder。

Iwazumi’s mobile phone was pulled away by him，The competition video was suspended，When you put the other person’s mobile phone in your pocket，The fingers accidentally touched the last candy。Detailed packaging paper，A little hard，Take it out and stuff it into Iwazumi’s palm like a child，Use this as a replacement for your mobile phone。

……

…………

Iwazumi was woken up by a familiar noisy sound。Everyone who sat behind them and Oikawa’s voice could hear it all over the car。

“Delete the small volume！”Oikawa is embarrassed，“This useless video does not need to exist in the world！”

“This is not what you said！”Huajuan Jingjiu，“This is precious‘Mr. Oikawa’s sleeping’，It may be possible to sell a good price——”

“Even a fool keeps hitting the glass？”Matsukawa is one of the backups for Hanajuan to start a mobile phone，“So gentle，You also stuffed a towel between Oikawa and the windows。”

Flower rolls in Ikawa，“How many people did you find？！”Explanation of the quality of。

“It would be bad if he woke up in advance。I’ve already thought about it，The price of a single photo is different from the price of a full version of the video！”

“Small roll！！！”

“……What are they quarreling？”

A good feeling of comfort has faded，Iwazumi began to feel familiar head pain again。

“Noisy and fun stuff。”Jiuchong answered him，The unmarked activity moved a little shoulder，Stand up with something。They’re tall，When you are stuck in the narrow walkway, you will inevitably have to lower your waist，“What do you want to eat at night？”

“Curry Fried……”

The result of the subtle answer is that it is impossible to call someone at all，The other party has already walked to the door with several steps。Hanajuan is desperately trying to run out of the car toward the beautiful freedom，Oikawa is desperately trying to gain freedom in the former（Maybe it’s money）Previously destroyed the trauma。

A group of front-runners who had already got off the car were competing for the two parties at the door.，I’m a little more busy and busy，A face is bitter。

“alright，Don’t mess with the driver。”

The driver who was suddenly picked up was busy，He also watched it with great interest，“No，Nothing……”

Jiuchong carried two people off the car，Finally played。Oikawa is killed and beaten，The ultimate frivolous flower rolls guarantee that they will not reveal precious image data——“There is no lens on this half of the face？”Reasons make people speechless，“At least take a better shot？”

“……”

Iwaizumi jumped off the car at this time，I happened to hear the last sentence，I’ve thoughtfully said：“Are you a female star?？”

“……Precise complaints，It’s worthy of being Iwazumi。”

And Okawa’s target shifts，“So slow Xiaoyan，”His weird，Before everyone noticed it, the lightness of the past was restored，“Have you had a good sleep?？”

“……Let’s count it as。”

Iwazumi couldn’t find his phone in the four places before getting off the car，There is a warm hard candy in the palm of your hand。Dark purple packaging paper，Familiar brand，The taste is also the one that is partial to people，My friend who was hollowed out of his pocket before getting on the car also said he wanted to hollow out Oikawa’s pocket to buy a car of candy。

I don’t know where he found this leaked net fish———But let’s take this little dark，He knew who his cell phone was。

After a short rest on the car，There was no such thing as the teacher who was worried about the meeting after returning to the sports hall.。The Irihata coach only throws questions in key places，All the others are left to the candidates to think about them。The clock on the wall rotates from five and a half to six o’clock，The finale of today’s two games is just over，Then the no-teacher will receive tomorrow’s competition。

The subject has never realized that it has changed from desolation to Iwaki，The latter has great verdicts about this，Under the endless analysis, the rudeness of several nights was covered——

“First, catch the ball。”He said，“Niu Ruo’s physical quality is very good，Very powerful，And it’s a rare left-handed。These three singles are nothing，But once it is combined, it will become very terrible……”

“The rotation and weight of the ball。”Iwazumi kept saying，“When I was the first in Beichuan，His ball is mainly difficult to connect to these two aspects。If you insist on taking it, it won’t work.……But it’s hard to get it right。”

Oikawa continues unwillingly，“His points are also very high，The network is easily overhanded……”

After more analysis，There is also a roughly appropriate framework。

“Our attack is no less aggressive than them，Various means，The scoring rate is also very high。”Irihata Coach General，“But any attack is based on a good foundation……And don’t forget，We’re a team。”

After the meeting ends，The coach originally wanted to let the students go home and have a good rest，Tomorrow, we will fight against the White Bird———But sure，A group of teenagers who can’t stop will not give up any chance to touch the ball。Finally, the coach of the Hata Department had to emphasize that there were not many practitioners.，Just do half an hour of basic training and go back。

Not a few minutes after he agreed，The training on the scene begins with a passionate start，The speed made him feel helpless smile from the bottom of his heart。

Oikawa Shiro is standing in the second position in front of the network again，I will tell you how to touch each ball，Improve the next time you hold the ball。Although it hasn’t changed much as before，But it’s a more straightforward ball，When you are serious, you will focus on the terrible eyes，It seems that everyone is talking about a certain storm.———This trend also affected other team members。

……A third party other than wandering here。

When Jiuchong Gesture came out, it did not attract much attention.，Only Iokawa Shirou glanced at the door with great speed，The eyes are cold and clear。He redirected to the teammate who spiked the ball，“Miyano Mae，The fast attack time can be faster……”

The wilderness ranks behind the temple，Frequency twist，Murmur，“Where did Xizhai go?……”

Outside the sports hall，Qingcheng campus is already peaceful。The lights far apart on the school road are surrounded by light，The two feet stayed for a short while running and did not enter the darkness again。The short and unrestrainedness brought by running thorns can bring satisfying peace。Until he passed a seat somewhere in the school while running，A little red light flashes，Swallowing，I only smelled the nicotine smell scattered in the air after approaching。

Smoking is not rare in colleges and universities，There are often two or three smoke heads stuffed in the corners of the class hall.，Even occasionally you can catch a scene of Baby，One of the necessary elements of the scene is the half-scented scent on the surface of the skin———This will always bring him bad memories。

The red light has moved，Then a familiar sound is sent。

“Nine-level？How did you escape?？”

This area happens to be a place that has not been viewed by lighting，Through the dark night, you can only identify the blurred silhouettes。Nine-level stop，Confirmation station，“Speeding。”He explained，“You are———Why is it here？”

Done，Read the other party’s name。

“……Western Front。”！

The return bus became quiet after a brief period of noise.

Clearly, they had just finished the match, yet they were all energetic, lining up and walking to Kokonoe Taka, smiling and reaching out their hands. Only after Kokonoe Taka placed a grape-flavored hard candy in each of their palms were they willing to get on the bus—in the end, even Coach Irino and Teacher Mizoguchi stood in front of him with smiles. The three silently looked at each other until Kokonoe Taka reluctantly took out two candies from the side of his backpack and handed them over, ending this amusing scene.

“…Next time, I’ll force Tōru to go to the supermarket to buy supplies,” Kokonoe Taka swore to Iwaizumi after getting on the bus. “I’m definitely going to empty his wallet.”

–Why were these people excitedly asking him for candy? This all started after Oikawa Tōru finished the match and naturally took a handful of candies from the side of Kokonoe Taka’s backpack, calling it ‘replenishing sugar,’ and then scurried away. It could be said that this guy started the trend, leading to him acting as a candy-distributing boy. Now, he only had one hard candy left in his pocket.

Iwaizumi sat down next to him, ignoring the noisy voices of Oikawa Tōru and the others behind them. He was the only one who didn’t join in the fun. “Don’t always indulge that guy; he’ll take advantage of you.”

“Is that based on experience?”

“…A lesson learned in blood and tears.”

The bus started moving slowly. As they were talking, Oikawa Tōru leaned over the back of their seats. “You two aren’t secretly talking bad about Oikawa-sensei, are you?”

Next to him, a pink head popped up as well. “Talking bad about Oikawa? Count me in!”

Oikawa was shocked and, supporting himself on the back of the seat, was about to condemn the two-faced Hanamaki. “Hanamaki, you just…” The bus then drove over an uneven section of the road, suddenly shaking violently. His head unexpectedly hit the roof, and he accidentally bit his tongue, instantly tearing up. He swallowed the rest of his words, only leaving a sentence: “It hurts!”

Iwaizumi held back his laughter, turned his head, and scolded, “Sit properly! Don’t cause trouble for others!”

Oikawa Tōru immediately retorted, muttering a lot of words, but because he bit his tongue, he spoke unclearly and was even mocked by Hanamaki next to him. “What are you saying? It doesn’t make any sense?”

…In the end, facing the looks of Kokonoe and Iwaizumi, who were regarding him as an idiot, he sat back down in humiliation, reluctantly becoming obedient.

The carriage returned to silence.

When Coach Irino and Teacher Mizoguchi inadvertently turned their heads, they saw that the students in the back were already leaning head-to-head in twos and threes, or simply snoring loudly with no regard for their image—how to put it, this peace was a little unsettling.

But thinking about how they had been playing matches all day, they didn’t rashly interrupt them during the breaks. Instead, they let the students figure out their own strategies and the attacks they needed to take. The result of physical and mental concentration was that the main players who had been on the field were now basically sprawled out and asleep.

Mizoguchi’s gaze swept across a certain position in the front row, surprised. “Kokonoe? Aren’t you going to rest for a bit?”

Kokonoe Taka was lowering his eyes, his finger sliding on the phone screen. From Mizoguchi’s perspective, he could only see dense English text. He turned off the screen, raised his head, and said calmly, “I’m not too tired yet.”

He didn’t have the imposing look he had when serving the last ball.

No, Mizoguchi corrected the loophole in his thoughts: It should be that he didn’t have the pressure he exuded on the court.

During these two days of matches, Kokonoe Taka’s proficiency in jump serves was rapidly improving at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his completion rate was astonishing. What’s more, volleyball is originally a sport that requires frequent jumping. While the other official team members were noisily reaching out for candy, their wrists and knees were faintly trembling.

“Ah, whatever.”

Kokonoe Taka thought as he resigned himself to handing out candy.

Mizoguchi was a little worried and reminded him, “If you’re tired, rest now. When you get to school, you might have to have a summary meeting, and tomorrow’s match will also need to be arranged. It’s good that young people have a lot of energy, but don’t fall asleep at the summary meeting…”

“Okay.”

The carriage returned to silence, and the exhaled air returned from the heat to the initial coolness. Faint whispers came from the back row, turning into hypnotic noise when they reached the ears after a few rows. Kokonoe Taka placed one hand on the armrest and lightly tapped the rough material on it, while emptying his mind and thinking about the details of the match just now.

The coach Irino in front gently instructed the driver to drive smoothly, and smiled kindly when he saw his bored expression in the rearview mirror. Halfway through the journey, there was a slight bump. The replay in his mind was just reaching the point where he was coordinating a quick attack with the setter. “Thump.” The rhythm of the jump and the muffled sound beside him matched perfectly at this moment, and his thoughts were forced to pause.

He was stunned for a moment. On the way here, Oikawa had occupied the seat next to him, and he hadn’t been quiet for a second in the half-hour journey. A mark was forced to be left in the album, with one person smiling flamboyantly in the selfie and the other forced to work, looking strangely funny.

And after Oikawa Tōru snatched his candy, he quickly slipped onto the bus and was chatting happily with Hanamaki when Iwaizumi and Kokonoe came up together. Since someone was accompanying Oikawa to make noise, they were happy to have some peace and quiet. The two exchanged glances and abandoned the troublesome guy. Not long ago, Kokonoe glanced and saw Iwaizumi taking out his phone, which was playing a video of last year’s national youth team match, studying it earnestly.

Again, a sound of “Thump.”

The teenager with slightly prickly hair was frowning and closing his eyes tightly, his lips pulled into a line, his forehead resting on the glass window, bumping up a little with the bumps of the vehicle. He didn’t show any signs of waking up after two or three bumps, so he must have been extremely tired—staggered approach, screen attack, ground defense, silently taking on most of the work, and decisively intervening when support was needed.

So the replay image was covered with a higher and farther perspective, from looking down at himself to the entire court. He stretched out his hand, gently padded the glass, and gently turned the head with slightly prickly hair, letting him lean on his shoulder.

The phone in Iwaizumi’s hand was taken away by him, the match video was paused, and when he casually put the other person’s phone in his pocket, his fingers accidentally touched the last candy. The delicate wrapper, small and hard, was taken out and stuffed into Iwaizumi’s palm like a child, temporarily using this as an exchange for taking away your phone.

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…………

Iwaizumi was woken up by a familiar noise. The voices of Hanamaki and Oikawa, who were sitting right behind them, could be heard by everyone on the bus.

“Delete it, Hanamaki!” Oikawa Tōru said in embarrassment. “This useless video doesn’t need to exist in the world!”

“That’s not up to you!” Hanamaki said confidently. “This is a precious ‘Oikawa-sensei’s sleeping face,’ which might sell for a good price—”

“Even if it’s a silly one with his forehead constantly hitting the glass?” Matsukawa, as one of Hanamaki’s accomplices, held up his phone. “How gentle, you even put a towel between Oikawa and the window.”

Hanamaki explained in response to Oikawa’s question, “How many people did you send it to?!”

“After all, it would be terrible if he woke up early. I’ve already thought about it. The price of the single photos is different from the price of the complete video!”

“Hanamaki!!!”

“…What are they arguing about?”

The comfort of a good sleep gradually faded, and Iwaizumi began to feel a familiar headache again.

“Arguing about something pointless and fun,” Kokonoe Taka replied, imperceptibly moving his shoulders, picking up his things and standing up. He was tall and had to bend down in the narrow aisle. “What do you want to eat tonight?”

“Curry rice…”

The result of answering subconsciously was that there was no time to stop him, and the other person had already taken a few steps to the door. Hanamaki was desperately trying to rush out of the carriage towards wonderful freedom, while Oikawa was desperately trying to destroy the evidence before the former gained freedom (perhaps money).

And a group of seniors who had already gotten off the bus were gathering at the door to cheer on both sides, with the slightly more reliable ones flustered and distressed.

“Okay, don’t cause trouble for the driver.”

The driver, who was suddenly mentioned, quickly waved his hand. He was also enjoying the spectacle. “No, it’s nothing…”

Kokonoe Taka dragged the two of them off the bus, ending the fun. Oikawa Tōru pestered him endlessly, finally annoying Hanamaki into guaranteeing that he wouldn’t disclose the precious image data—”This half of his face isn’t even in the frame, eh?” The reason left him speechless. “At least use the better-looking side to take the picture, right?”

“…”

Iwaizumi jumped off the bus at this moment, just in time to hear the last sentence, and subconsciously said, “Are you a female celebrity?”

“…Accurate retort, as expected of Iwaizumi.”

And Oikawa shifted his focus. “So slow, Iwaizumi,” he paused strangely, then quickly returned to his usual briskness before anyone noticed. “Did you have a good sleep?”

“…I guess so.”

And Iwaizumi searched everywhere before getting off the bus but couldn’t find his phone. Instead, there was a warm hard candy in his palm. Deep purple wrapper, familiar brand, and the flavor was the kind that someone favored. The friend whose pockets had been emptied before getting on the bus had also threatened to empty Oikawa’s pockets to buy a carload of candy.

He didn’t know where he had found this escaped fish—but thanks to this little signal, he knew where his phone was.

After a short rest on the bus, the summary meeting held after returning to the gymnasium didn’t show the situation that Teacher Mizoguchi was worried about. Coach Irino only brought up topics in key places, and left everything else to the players to think about on their own. And the clock on the wall rotated from 5:30 to 6:00, and only then could the summary of today’s two matches be considered to be over, followed by a seamless transition to tomorrow’s match.

The main speaker unconsciously changed from Arasato to Oikawa, who had a lot to say on the matter, and his eloquent analysis hid the stubbornness of several nights—

“First of all, it’s receiving the ball,” he said. “Ushijima’s physical qualities are excellent, he’s very strong, and he’s a rare left-hander. These three things taken separately aren’t much, but once combined, they become very annoying…”

“The spin and weight of the ball,” Iwaizumi said directly. “When we were at Kitagawa First, his ball was mainly difficult to receive in these two aspects. If you have to receive it, it’s not impossible…but it’s hard to get a good first touch.”

Oikawa reluctantly continued, “His hitting point is also very high, making it easy to get past the block…”

After a lot of analysis, they also had a rough framework for how to respond.

“Our offense is no weaker than theirs, with diverse methods and a high scoring rate,” Coach Irino summarized. “But any offense is based on a good first touch…and don’t forget, we are a team.”

After the summary meeting, the coach originally wanted the students to go home and get a good rest, and face Shiratorizawa with all their strength tomorrow—but obviously, a group of teenagers who couldn’t stay still wouldn’t give up any chance to touch the ball. In the end, Coach Irino had no choice but to emphasize that they shouldn’t overtrain and only do half an hour of basic training before going back.

Within a few minutes of him agreeing, the training on the court started in full swing, and the speed made him feel a smile of genuine helplessness.

Oikawa Tōru stood again in the number two position in front of the net. Every time he tossed a ball, he would seriously turn his head and ask about the feel, and then improve it the next time he tossed the ball. Although it wasn’t much different from his usual appearance, both the gradually smoother passes and the eyes that became terribly focused when he was serious seemed to be telling of a storm that was about to break—this momentum also affected the other teammates.

…Except for the third person who was wandering outside of this.

Kokonoe Taka didn’t attract much attention when he walked out of the gymnasium. Only Oikawa Tōru quickly glanced in the direction of the door, his eyes calm and insightful. He turned back to his teammate spiking the ball. “Senior Miyano, the timing of the quick attack could be a little faster…”

Arasato, who was lined up behind Miyano, frequently turned his head and muttered, “Where did Saijō go…”

Outside the gymnasium, Seijō’s campus was quiet. The lights spaced far apart along the school road were keeping watch over the light, and feet only briefly paused during the run before disappearing into the darkness again. The brief burst of speed brought on by running could bring a satisfying calm. Until he passed a seat somewhere on campus during his long run, a point of red light flashed, swaying, and only after approaching did he smell the nicotine scent dissipating in the air.

Smoking isn’t uncommon in high school. The corners of the bathrooms during breaks are often filled with two or three cigarette butts, and occasionally you can even run into bullying scenes, one of the necessary elements of which is half a cigarette pressed against the skin—this thing always brings back bad memories for him.

The red light moved, and then a familiar voice came.

“Kokonoe? Why did you run out?”

This area happened to be a place that wasn’t blessed by the lights. Through the dim night, only a vague outline could be recognized. Kokonoe stopped and gradually stood still. “Interval running,” he explained. “What about you—why are you here?”

He paused and said the other person’s name.

“…Senior Saijō.”