Volleyball, but Everyone's Gone Dark

You Center is privately owned by Chiwei brothers and cousins. I would interpret the favor from the male classmates in the school as mentioned in the text to mean that the famous Akami Yuu has a crush on Richard Tsuchiya. Not responsible for any possible OOC OK or above ... Nothing can compare to it, brother. Even though others didn't say it to his face, Chi Weiyou still believed that he heard such a sound. Or did he say it accidentally? It was when his Chinese, English, and math scores were all one point worse than his. It was when he tried his best to pass the ball or attack in the second time, but could not reach the accuracy of Keiji-nii. When he, as a setter, could not maintain the will of the main attack and the team, when he was a little behind in everything. Intellectually informed and emotionally confessed. In the third year of junior high school, they were still in the same school. Chou San Middle School did have a volleyball club, and he and his brother were among them. They both had bland personalities and would not make others find it difficult to get along with them. This attitude has been extended to how they treat volleyball. Until that game. Kotaro Bokuto's game is not theirs. "Yu, I want to chase my own star." Star players, that's what they say. What was originally just a departmental job suddenly turned into something very important. "I have to do it," and my brother tried his best to do it. Did you try your best? He was pathetically jealous. "Congratulations on getting what you wanted." Junior high school ended like that, and the family moved to Miyagi because of my mother's job. Occasionally I have a few phone calls with Brother Jingji. "If you want to stay, you can stay, right? I will fight for you. Yu is a very good setter like me. There is no way the volleyball club will refuse us." Before reporting Gao Miyazawa, Brother Jingji had tried to persuade him, but recently, because he was busy with going to Owl Valley to study, he had distanced himself a lot from him. After all, they were just cousins, so his well-intentioned boasting went sour in his ears. "I don't want to play volleyball anymore, brother." I obviously said that. I clearly said this to Brother Kyōji. What was Minister Jinggu's expression when he accepted the application? I can't remember clearly, I just remember that I was giving up on myself again. My brother is just lucky and met an attacker he likes... It's not like that, right? It was I who sadly chose to surrender. Unwillingness, occasional pain, long-term rationality, jealousy, and acceptance of fate. In the first grade, Miyazawa Gao's volleyball club didn't even make it past the first round. Identify with... Destiny. Until Richard Tsuchiya hit that ball. It was as if the world was spinning, and a lightning strike hit the tall tree without any bias. What fell suddenly was not only rational cognition, but also the desire that had been buried deep in the heart and was unwilling to admit. I... Met my own star. I am willing to bow my head and turn my own flesh and blood into a thick shield. Please use your retainers to your heart's content. The blood was running between the bones, and it was hot. It seemed that I couldn't even speak a word. I dropped a trembling ending, and took a few steps forward in a daze and panic. What should I call? Are you qualified to call that name? "T..." "Senior You, why are you so dazed?" Tsuchiya narrowed his golden eyes. "If you want to praise me, wait until after the game." "Now, give me the ball." ——"Yes." Pressuring all the unstable factors into his body in advance, he only needs to believe that the ball will appear in the most convenient place he needs, like the movement of stars and the rotation of the earth, this is how the world should work. Even if you have to turn yourself into fuel to ignite the scepter in the king's hand. I will do my best for you.

Mysterious Yuriyu short story Not responsible for any possible OOC, the following is OK "Tsuchiya, why do you keep calling me senpai?" Although it sounded strange, Chi Weiyou lowered his voice. He had wanted to ask this question for a long time, and even if he asked it, he might not be able to get the answer. "Senior Yu is Senior Yu." Tsuchiya propped up his chin, as if the question looked at him slightly strangely, he answered him perfunctorily and lazily. "No..." Akamiyu hesitated for a moment, then shook his head firmly, not realizing that his voice had returned to normal, "When the third-year seniors were here, Tsuchiya, you kept calling them seniors, but you didn't mean to show any respect." The one who plays the ball is playing the ball, the one who is holding the ball is holding the ball, and the one who is catching the ball is also catching the ball. There was only one ball, and it fell to the ground with a thud among a dozen pairs of pricked ears. The volleyball club suddenly became quiet. Asking such provocative words in front of a tyrant? The first-year students did not dare to show off their arrogance, for fear of becoming cannon fodder in the flirting between the king and his courtiers. It would be better to say that in the volleyball hall, the people Chiweiyou pointed to were not there. Only Chiwei's peers heard the words and suddenly sent light waves to him with their eyes. The topic was a bit dangerous, and if he asked again, he would need additional training. Chi Weiyou just wanted to ask and asked. At this time, he was also sweating. How could he forget that he was still in the club activities. Thank you both for remembering that we are still here. The remaining Kanedao seniors quickly covered the mouth of Yuexing seniors who habitually started to complain. "Well..." "Because I'm used to it." Richard Tsuchiya glanced around the crowd, breathed out a syllable that sounded like a smile but not a smile, and recalled with that face that looked tender even when he didn't speak. He remembered the events of the previous five reincarnations and spoke with emotion: "The seniors are all very kind to me." Doesn't seem angry... Even if it is stated bluntly that the reason is convention, in the judgment of others, it is definitely arrogance, and common sense and customs are regarded as nothing. No one in Miyazawa Gao would really think so. If he angers the tyrant because of such a trivial matter, it is simply the opposite of Tiangang! No matter how outsiders speculate that Richard Tsuchiya is at the top of the food chain under Miyazawa Taka, he must act recklessly. In fact, Tsuchiya is treated like a group favorite, and apart from the volleyball arrangements, he behaves quite well. Perhaps this is Miyazawa Taka's unknown secret. The work was fast, and Tsuchiya Richard had extra exercises that were not listed in the list. Everyone has been working very hard recently. After finishing, they cleaned up the gym together. Everyone else left. Akamiyu counted the number of sports equipment. Tsuchiya Richard looked at him at the door and nodded. The two of them were left and locked the door of the volleyball hall. The cold air blew over at night. Chi Weiyou looked at Tsuchiya's cheeks that were slightly red due to the cold, and found his own reflection in the other's golden eyes. Yes, even the tyrants on the volleyball court are affected by the weather. Maybe he cares too much about the title. He fumbled in his pocket and found a pair of gloves, which he was going to give to the other party as a holiday gift. "My hands are too cold." "Well, I'll go back and drink some hot water." Tsuchiya opened his eyes slightly, and did not let go of the hand he took because of the unexpected gift of reincarnation. At that moment, the burden that weighed on his heart and connected the past and the future was slightly loosened. "But, Yu-senpai is Yu-senpai." I don't hate it.

Disclaimer: This article will not excerpt too much content from the V article Everything that does not appear in the original work is privately owned. To be repaired There are many people who appear in this space inexplicably, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they are all members of the boys' high school volleyball club and volleyball enthusiasts. "Are you planning to keep all volleyball lovers trapped here and destroy the bright future of Japanese volleyball?!" After experiencing an in-depth exchange between the two parties, "I play volleyball because of something that happened many, many years ago..." After opening his heart to the core, Suzumori's pupils were shocked. "Well, the scene of high school students saving the world is also an enduring one in comics." Kanedao patted him on the shoulder and said righteously: "Maybe we are the protagonists." "Senior, please take a look at these hundreds of people. Even if they are the protagonists, one of them will die in one episode!" Suzumori collapsed and hugged his head. He was still waiting to read the new comics after the work was over. "In front of the anti-minister alliance, please don't say such words that lose confidence." Kanedao said righteously, and after trying to leave his seat again to no avail, he gave up his dignity as the only junior and shouted: "Minister——!" Jinggu, who had recently been dubbed the "dictatorship minister", blinked, and naturally used the magnanimity and tolerance of a minister, and did not kill him in front of other people's eyes. "Keep quiet. Since you can't leave your seat in any way and there is no danger for the time being, why not watch a movie as a team building?" Suzumori had just recovered from his self-isolation, and when he heard what Jinggu said, he subconsciously looked up at the screen that was already on. Huge slaps and crashes sounded from time to time. Players on both sides of the half court ran and jumped back and forth, sweating all the way. Oikawa Tooru raised his eyebrows and blurted out: "Game replay?" It looks like it will be a training match with Miyazawa Takao not long ago. According to experience, the match should last for several dozen minutes. 21:15 Although it is still ahead, this score is not at all the speed that a strong and motley school should have. It's not that Oikawa Toru is arrogant, but a conclusion based on facts. Because he has played several training matches with Miyazawa Taka and has a good relationship with Keitani, he knows that Miyazawa Taka's men's volleyball team is in a dilemma of going bankrupt the next second because of insufficient numbers. He stuck his head out and shouted to Jinggu, who was not far away: "Did you find a genius?" Jing Gu waved his hand: "No, I only hired two in total." They were snatched from other departments, with zero foundation. "Well, it seems that there really is that kid." Tingchuan pointed at the young man on the screen who was bouncing a volleyball thoughtfully, and added: "He told me that he wanted to join the club, but when he was working in the club, he couldn't be found. I thought he wouldn't come." Oikawa Cheru gestured OK and quickly retracted his head. He didn't have any special thoughts at the moment, but simply lamented that Miyazawa had found a treasure: "It's not easy." Even though most of the players on the field were Qingcheng's substitutes, one person pulled up the entire team and accounted for 11 out of 15 points. It was really hard work. "Oh! That's amazing!" Hinata Xiangyang's eyes widened, his bright eyes staring closely at the boy who was sweating profusely on the field and looking at the disparate scores, but was surprisingly calm. Another ball, with a dull bang, shocked everyone's attention. "No, is he so fierce?!" Takagawa, who had not yet been hit by Mach's serve at close range, said this and was greatly moved: "We freshmen have a bright future for the Miyazawa High School Men's Volleyball Club!" He glanced at him and looked away. Seeing that the low morale on the opposite court was rekindled just because of Oikawa's words, Tsuchiya's originally smiling eyes suddenly darkened for a moment, and he let out a "tsk". Jinggu couldn't help but shed tears when he saw this scene. He even saw coach Qingcheng next door showing an interested expression! This is definitely treating Tsuchiya as a young player! Use that look that says I know you have talent, but I've seen countless geniuses and you're not enough! Miyazawa unified the situation where Qingcheng and Qingcheng were more or less unhappy, and said to the computer wave in a strange way: "This kid is too confident (arrogant)." Yingchuan wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his head and said with a smile: "You know how to suppress your opponent's momentum." "Hello." Suddenly there was a faint sound from behind. The one holding the diamond-shaped net with three fingers was Oikawa Tooru with a dull expression. "What's your name?" "Me?" He thought for a moment and said, "Richard Tsuchiya, Tsuchiya's Tsuchiya." Not happy, not happy. Oikawa Tooru frowned, as if the volleyball accidentally went out of bounds due to various reasons even though he was very good at it. He couldn't remember if he had heard or seen the person on the screen before, but he was so familiar with it that all kinds of negative emotions surged up in his heart and clogged his throat. In front of the camera, he covered his head with a towel, slumped on the bench with his knees spread apart, and wanted to vomit. Outside the camera, Ling Shou was lifeless. Suzumori completely collapsed in his chair and covered his face: "Although I know that I may not be that talented in this area, please don't promote my image like this!" Yuexing, who was also a freshman and had just entered the department, showed his spirit of companionship and patted his shoulder comfortingly. Although it may not be of any use to Suzumori. "At least you have the guts to play against such a powerful school team, right?" Takagawa hugged the wilting Suzumori and said while shrugging, "Besides, you are only a novice." "I found that the young athletes who are still playing in junior high schools really have a selfless spirit of self-sacrifice." Tsuchiya said: "Since you have tried your best, just leave the problem to others. For example, I told you before the game that all you need to do is to come with your limbs, but you are still unable to turn the tide and lose the first game. You can just leave your blame to me. I don't care anyway." Cult, so cult. Oikawa Toru took a deep breath and let out the air that was stuck in his heart and throat: "Huh? What does this brat think of himself?" Just like a certain junior who shouted and shouted on the field in the past, he regarded the words of the common people as nothing. Gives people a strong and unpleasant impulse. "Then, senior, you will be in a wider and more eye-catching arena," The arrogant first-year Miyazawa turned around at Kaedani's greeting, but still looked at him sideways, with golden eyes under the artificial cold light of the gymnasium. "Just wait until you are shot to death by me in public." He watched Miyazawa's No. 4 Staring at him in the artificial cold light. ——Then he gave him a sideways smile.

Miyu... Aren't you back yet... I will always be waiting for you... (If you don't watch the new episode, I will become a black man...) Tonic, let's go

Miyu, I miss you so much. When you quit, I just silently said in my heart that I will be happy in this life. In fact, I wish I could shout like Huanbi, "Your Majesty, please don't leave me and then crash to death." I miss you so much. When will you come back? Miyu, sama, I miss you, ,,

"Ah?!" Tingchuan shouted in confusion and shock: "When did he join the tennis club?! Besides, does he really have time to play tennis after watching our Spartan training every day?!" Jing Gu held his forehead and sighed. The person on the phone who hadn't hung up the phone immediately picked up after hearing this shouting: "You really don't know? He led your school's tennis club to the battlefield and has already become a hot spot on the Internet! Let's take a look... "The Lionheart King Once Again Proved the Charm of Violent Tennis" "From Volleyball Rising Star to Tennis Violent Lion in the Six-Bar-Zero Competition" "What's with this gloating and pitiful tone? Does the book title have to be read out? Or where did he find the time to compete in two competitions at the same time? He's a twin brother, right?" Suzumori thought optimistically. He had just rested and heard such breaking news before he even had time to search on his phone. Chiweiyou almost spit out a mouthful of water. He coughed so much that he half covered his mouth and asked quickly: "Aren't the Kanto competition and the national competition already over? Where are the events for him to participate in?" Kegu's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and his pupils were shaking as he stared at Akaweiyu who was approaching him. He held Akaweiyu's collar and asked loudly, "No, did you always know that Richard Tsuchiya was the main member of the tennis club and still participate in the competition?!" "Why are you, the entire Miyazawa high school, except the tennis club, so shocked?!" The person on the phone also asked questions honestly, and still answered questions that seemed to him like an alien who had been locked up in prison, or an old man who stayed in a nursing home without access to the Internet. "Of course I am going to play in the gym. There is also a live broadcast on the forum. You should know how to use the Internet, right?" Jinggu ended the conversation urgently after asking for the address of the next school (x) communication (√). He held the phone in his hands and shook. The person who took the video may have used a professional camera, and the high-definition quality of Richard Tsuchiya made it impossible for them to deny it. He looked up at his teammates who were gathered in a circle and looking down at their phones. Silence filled the volleyball hall filled with the sour smell of sweat. What's going on? Jing Gu closed his eyes in despair. Is this the future with Schrödinger, the Lion-Hearted King? It's a bit interesting. "Everyone," he managed to cheer up, and Tingchuan said with a serious face, "It's our turn!" The tennis court, which is usually used for training and competition, is surrounded by noisy crowds. To use Suzumori's words, it is likened to a safe zone besieged by zombies. By the time Jinggu and his team squeezed in, the game was almost over. He wiped the sweat from his head and said in a complaining tone, "Do those guys in the tennis club spoil him like this? Let him do whatever he wants?" No, senior, we are not qualified to say that. Yuexing glanced numbly at the tennis court stands where countless acquaintances were hiding. Momozawa is taller than Tsukisei, but all his attention is focused on Richard Tsuchiya, who is standing on the bench and talking to others like a coach. Time drags back to a few days ago. [Why does this happen again? ! ] Apple's simple high-speed rotation without any special effects. [Is it the sequelae of reincarnation too many times? Ahhhh! Why does the data appear to be in parallel world overlap? ! ] The apple slowed down and landed in front of Richard Tsuchiya, who was concentrating with his eyes closed, and pulled his hair. "You," it said viciously: "Go play tennis for me right now!" ] "No." He waved his hand in a driving manner, "If you don't want me to die suddenly before starting another round, I'm going to sleep." Apple's cold voice sounded, "I have adjusted your body functions and status to the highest level. ] Richard Tsuchiya opened his eyes instantly. Although it was still the set of the fifteenth reincarnation, the identity and part of the experience of the eighth cycle were used. Considering that Apple gave him too much, Richard Tsuchiya was still able to shamelessly compete with the junior high school students before going undercover to the Magic Boy Tennis Battle set. "Is this really tennis?! Why does tennis have special effects? Will a junior high school student explode in the middle of the game and activate the second stage of transformation? Where did you get it?" Richard Tsuchiya was full of doubts, and he said how could Apple be so kind? It turned out that he was waiting here. Richard Tsuchiya wore a mask and sneered, holding on to the apple. [I don't care, you promised me, you have to play tennis! ] "Oh, that was before I was deceived by you." Richard Tsuchiya said perfunctorily, preparing to stand up and retreat. A hand pressed on his shoulder, "Aren't you going to continue watching?"

This is also very well written. A fellow god among gods.

Charlie... Miyu... I miss you... [Crying] [crying] [crying] [crying]

I'm reading it again. No matter how many times I read it, I still like it. Thank you Miyu for writing this fanfic.

Why haven't you published a new book yet? [Crying]