There was a short break before the start of the third inning. After changing the venue, the team members of Shiratorizawa stood in groups of three and stretched together, drinking water and resting while talking something. In such an atmosphere, the boy standing alone is a little prominent.

"Star," the five-color worker just wanted to speak, but was stopped by Eita Semi on the side. The third-grade setter shook his head at him, and he wanted to say something, "But ......"

Seeing that he was worried, Hakubu Kenjiro on the side put down the water bottle: "Okay, what he needs now is to calm down." The light-haired setter looked at the boy sitting quietly in his chair and said, "If he can't get himself back in shape, the old man won't let him play." ”

Originally, the rest of Shiratorizawa didn't notice the problem with Ryo Hoshino's state, but it wasn't until they left the game and heard Washmaster Forji say the sentence with a calm face, "Taiichi, you continue to play in the next game and replace Hoshino", that they knew that something was wrong with the other party.

No, it can't be said to be completely unaware.

A careful person like Kenjiro Hakubu does feel that the other party is a little different. But it was only after hearing Washaki Forge's words that he integrated all the previous details to understand Ryo Hoshino's problem.

In the previous matches, Ryo Hoshino was not without ups and downs, but he was able to stay calm most of the time, and then used his strong observation skills to quickly summarize the opponent's style and characteristics, and based on this, he gave appropriate counterattacks.

Kenjiro Hakubu originally thought it would be the same this time, but it seemed to be a little different. And that's different......

If he had to describe it, it would be a change of identity. This identity is not an identity in the general sense, but in Ryo Hoshino's heart, he sees himself as someone on this court.

Is it a bystander, a passerby, or one of them?

The light-haired setter withdrew his gaze.

- However, only he knows what Ryo Hoshino thinks in his heart.

The break was not long, and soon, the referee team was already in place and signaled for the players of both sides to play.

"Shiratorizawa's starting lineup has changed again, this time it is Hoshino who is No. 7 and has been replaced!" The commentator guessed, "Although Hoshino made some mistakes in the last ball of the last game, he has been performing well in the previous games. This personnel change should be because of Coach Washigaku's tactical arrangement, and I also hope that Hoshino can rest well off the field and recover his state. ”

Unlike the others' concerns, Ryo Hoshino did not feel angry and disappointed because he was replaced, on the contrary, he even very much agreed with Washator Forging's approach.

He knew he wasn't fit to be on the ring right now.

"It's game on! Shiratorizawa serves! The narrator's voice rang out.

The race is on.

"Lin Wenshu smashed the ball - this ball in Sichuan West is beautiful! And the rain saves the ball, and the ball flies directly back to Shiratorizawa's field. - Chance Ball! ”

"Ushijima smash! Ishikura caught it! ”

Unlike the passion on the court, Ryo Hoshino just lowered his eyes and looked at his hands quietly, looking like he was thinking about something. But in reality, his mind was blank at this point.

He's confused.

He knew better than anyone what had happened in that game, but because of that, he was confused.

He always knew that his level was average, and he

I've made mistakes in previous games, more than once. But why did this time make him feel so irritable? Obviously, as long as it stabilizes, there is a good chance that he will win the second game and win the game directly. What is he angry about? What is he anxious about? ()

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- Why do you resent your own incompetence so much?

"Hoshino." Someone next to him suddenly called him, Hoshino Ryo turned his head, it was the eagle craftsman forging.

The old man looked at the field, so Ryo Hoshino followed his line of sight and looked at it together. Ryo Hoshino looked at the running figures on the field.

Never since he started the official tournament had seen the rest of Shiratorizawa play so closely.

The thought suddenly crossed my mind. Before he could react, Ryo Hoshino's gaze had subconsciously followed the ball.

This pass of Yamagata senior is very good, and the white cloth senior passes. Highball? Was the ball really passed to the captain?

He turned his gaze to the boy who was about to smash the ball, and never looked away.

Volleyball matches, especially men's volleyball matches, have long been known as the aesthetics of violence, in short, the collision of force and beauty. Ushijima's volleyball is a prime example of this, and while he has a sense of power, he does every smash gesture to the extreme.

Ushijima Wakari's posture in the air is extremely beautiful. This beauty is not beautiful in the ordinary sense, his arm amplitude, jump height, and even the muscle pull at that moment are almost perfect in the eyes of a volleyball player.

Whether it is his physical posture or his always firm and composed temperament, it makes him exude his unique charm throughout the court.

When you see this person, you can't help but sigh -

This is a real volleyball player. This is Ushijima Worhi.

Under such light, his incompetence and powerlessness are all hidden.

Why do you resent your own incompetence?

Is it because he sees that everyone else is chasing each other's pace, and he stays where he is?

Is it because you see the other person's consistent and perfect performance, and he keeps making mistakes?

Or is it because he saw everyone on the field looking at the tricolor ball spinning in the air so stubbornly and enthusiastically, while he stood there as if he was an outsider?

And at this time, the eagle craftsman next to him suddenly spoke: "Hoshino, I don't need you to think about the entanglements in your heart, think clearly. Now is not the time to make you think about that. I just want to know, do you want to win this game? ”

Want to win.

Almost subconsciously, this sentence flashed through Ryo Hoshino's mind.

Why want to win? Is it because there are 300,000 if you win this game?

- Nope.

Ryo Hoshino looked at the figures running on the field, and realized what was in his heart more clearly than ever.

When he was on the field just now, or rather, since he came to the national competition, every moment he stood on the field, all he thought about was how to win the game, how to break every deadlock.

He didn't even think for a second that the 300,000 existed.

He just wanted to win

() 。

- There is no reason for this.

"I want to win."

The silver-haired boy spoke, "I want to win this game." ”

He was a short-sighted man.

He didn't want to look to the future, and he didn't want to make any bold statements about what kind of ranking he was going to win.

It's the moment, it's the game.

"—no matter what, I don't want to lose."

"White cloth passes, it's Ushijima! Ushijima smashes the ball - Heyu's pass is not stable, and he flies towards the backcourt! ”

"Back to the defense, back to the defense!!"

He wants to play.

"I'm coming!"

"Left!!"

There had never been a moment when he wanted to be on this pitch so desperately as he was now.

He wants to smash the ball, he wants to block the net, he wants to touch the ball.

- He wants to win this game with his own hands!

Suddenly there was something cold stuffed in his hand. Ryo Hoshino lowered his head, and in his hand was a number plate with [12] written on it.

The eagle smith said, "Go ahead." ”

The boy's eyes lit up.

*

"Yamagata took the next pass, the white cloth passed - this lob from Ohira is very beautiful! Shiratorizawa scores! The service game was replaced, and now it was the deputy attacker Kawanishi who was transferred to the No. 1 position-" The commentator's words paused because of a person standing on the sidelines, and then, he raised his voice, "Shiratorizawa applies for a substitution!" Ryo Hoshino on the 7th replaced Taiichi Kawanishi on the 12th! ”

On the field, everyone in Shiratorizawa looked at the people standing on the sidelines.

The five-color worker looked surprised: "Hoshino! ”

Hakubu Kenjiro just glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze, and sighed in his heart. This kid's eyes are unpleasant to look at.

"Come on." Taiichi Kawanishi took the number plate and whispered.

Ryo Hoshino nodded, took a step on his right foot, and stepped onto the court. He took the ball from the player and looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly as the familiar ceiling light narrowed his eyes.

He rubbed the ball in his hand, feeling the rough lines on it.

He heard the discussion of the spectators in the stands, and saw the hot eyes of his opponent. He heard the pounding heartbeat in his chest, pounding in his ear again and again. Hot blood flowed down the veins to all parts of his body, and the blazing temperature made his fingers tremble unconsciously.

He's excited.

Ryo Hoshino realized.

Now, he's shaking with excitement because he's able to play.

"Beep!" The whistle sounded to symbolize the start of the serve, and the flame burning in his chest became more and more fierce because of this blow.

It cannot be extinguished, it cannot be restrained.

[Then get excited.] 】

The night before the national competition, I had said to the five-color workers.

- Since you can't restrain it, let it get excited!

The moment he raised his hand to throw the ball, a cold glint seemed to flash in the young man's eyes. But if you look closely, it's clear that there is hot lava rolling inside.

Run, kick, jump!

The silver-haired white bird flapped its wings from the ground and soared high into the air with its tenacious wings.

Ping Yuan Liqing's heart was alarmed, and he shouted, "Be careful—"

Before the words fell, the hot heat swept in. The white bird waved his wings. With a strong wind like a bamboo, the volleyball cut through the dense rain curtain and smashed to the ground with a "bang".

Ping Yuan Liqing turned his neck a little stiffly and looked at the floor beside him that had been smashed out of the mark.

In the stands, after a brief silence, enthusiastic cheers erupted.

"The first goal back on the pitch after a break! Ryo Hoshino, serve and score!! ”

The narrator shouted excitedly.

On the field, Ryo Hoshino's red palm, which was hanging down from his lap, twitched gently.

He tilted his head slightly.

- The rain has stopped.!