At first I thought I had lost contact with volleyball, but I didn't expect that it was the beginning of confusion.
For example, if you meet a neighbor named Little Sun who loves to play volleyball, he becomes a ruthless ball-carrying machine in elementary school?
Another example is meeting a talented young man who loves volleyball, but because of him, he accidentally joined the volleyball club and became a manager in junior high school.
I thought I would skip a grade and transfer to another school, and say goodbye to volleyball again, but it turned out that the volleyball coach of the new school was an old acquaintance?
So I can't get rid of volleyball in my life no matter what?
//This is a story about someone who initially thought that volleyball would make him lose love but gained a lot of love.
Family, friendship and multiple parallel love lines. Harvest love and growth in the passionate youth.
[There are many emotional lines, but they are slow to warm up, focusing on group portraits and friendship.
Intention: If you have love in your heart, love will come to you.