"Sorry, senior, I really don't plan to join the volleyball club." Junko rejected the women's volleyball director Aoi Watanabe for the third time, bowed and prepared to return to the classroom.
But someone pulled her back, and Watanabe Aoi was very puzzled: "Why? Stop saying you don't like volleyball. I went to find your previous games. It didn't look like you didn't like it at all, right?"
Junko's eyes flashed. She didn't expect that someone would look through her previous games to watch. However, she really didn't want to play volleyball anymore: "It's not very convenient here. Let's go to the stairwell to talk."
Watanabe Aoi let go of Junko's arm and followed her to the stairwell. Compared to the corridor, there were almost no people in the stairwell and it was quieter.
Junko closed the door and turned around. She actually didn't want to analyze her psychology with a stranger.
But the senior sister really admired her, so she still found her after being rejected one after another.
For the sake of this intention, please refuse it properly.
"I may like volleyball, but I hate things without rewards even more."
Watanabe Aoi didn't expect that she would hear this explosive speech and immediately prepared to refute.
Junko bowed and interrupted Watanabe Aoi first: "I'm sorry, please hear me out."
"Senior sister said that she has seen my game, so she should know. I am the setter of the team," Junko couldn't continue, her throat felt like wet cotton was blocked, and she took a small breath. , suppressing the emotions that surged up from the mud again.
"As the setter of the team, I have never led the team to the national level."
"My teammates put all their trust in me."
Junko turned her head and closed her eyes.
"And I failed them."
"I can't join the women's volleyball team."
"Because, I am deeply afraid of that arena."
...
The senior sister had already left. Although the bell rang, Junko did not return to the classroom. She leaned against the passage door and felt relieved, but she also despised herself for being like this.
Since graduation, Junko has tried her best to avoid thinking about her last game.
Everyone's last hope was still in vain.
She hates imperfection and can't prove herself by becoming the best setter like Nolan Oikawa.
What she hates the most is that Iwaizumi and Nolan Oikawa can stand up again and again, but she is so cowardly, and even jealous of them.
It's too dark and not likable at all.
Tears fell to the floor one by one, and faint sobs echoed in the stairwell.
"well."
Junko froze, and the blood all over her body seemed to freeze at this moment. That sigh was like a horn before charging, raising Junko's aggressiveness to the highest level. She raised her head and said, "Who is there?"
Jason Tetsurou was regretting why he couldn't control himself and actually made a sound. He really had no intention of breaking this awkward situation, but when he was about to go downstairs, Junko and Aoi Watanabe happened to come into the stairwell.
"Ahem, I happened to go downstairs while you were talking. It would be embarrassing if I interrupted a conversation like that, right?" Jason slowly walked up to Junko and touched his pocket, trying to find a picture. He handed the tissue to the other party, but only touched the deflated pocket.
The girl's face was expressionless, tears still sliding down her delicate face. The end of the bright red eyes, the long eyelashes stained with tears.
And, the piercing eyes.
It doesn't look like a fragile flower bud that was beaten to pieces by a heavy rain.
Jason thought to himself that when he heard those words before, he really had a lot of thoughts and regrets, plus a little bit of heartache for the weak beauty.
Avery is well-known on campus forums, and her resume has long been known.
Eternally the top three in grade, the most popular in Beichuan, and an elegant conductor on the field.
The one with the highest number of comments on the forum is the photo of Avery with her back leaning against the cabinet in the lounge, her eyes lowered and her brows furrowed.
---Ooooooo, I feel so sad when I see the beauty sad.
---Can't you just let her win once? Just once is fine
---But don't you think this kind of melancholy beauty that is fragile and easily broken really fits our aesthetic of material sorrow?
---I don't think so, you are so perverted
---Although, I still prefer Mingyan Junko
Yes, although many people say it is better for Junko to be happy as she is now.
But it is undeniable that the fragile feeling occasionally revealed really touches the soul.
Jason was also one of the people who was touched before, but now he just wants to shout: Don’t talk based on the pictures!
Look at Avery in front of you.
Her current expression is completely full of fighting spirit, right?
She was clearly the one who was caught in the crying scene, and she was the one who heard the inner analysis that she never wanted anyone to know. But she didn't seem to be embarrassed at all. The one who was so embarrassed that she couldn't help but was me!
Avery took a step forward and closed the distance with Jason Tetsurou: "What a coincidence, it's you again, senior."
? ? ?
Jason wanted to lean back, but he held back. Although I don't know why, I always feel that the person who evades first loses, and what does she mean by: "We have met before?"
"It would be great if I don't remember. Otherwise, every time I make a fool of myself, my seniors will see it, and I will find it difficult to handle it." Junko smiled, "The bell was obviously rung, but because of concern for my mood, I'm stuck here. The senior is a good person."
Although he knew that the other party's smile did not convey any friendly meaning at all, he was still flashed involuntarily. Jason reflected on himself, does he prefer this cool type?
It was a bit bad, the wrong time, the wrong place, the wrong person, and he actually felt faintly excited.
Jason pulled forward slightly, lowered his head and met Junko's eyes: "So?"
"So, we should go back." Junko turned around and opened the door, "And, senior, can you tell me your name?"
"Jason Tetsurou." Jason seemed to remember something, "Ah, you are the girl who wrestled before, right? Koizumi-san?"
"It's me, then, Jason-senpai, bye."
"You're not surprised that I know your name?"
"Ah, this is normal."
---I'll collect your embarrassing stories when I get back! Junko made up her mind. Of course, both sides need to have the handle.
---Wow, this kind of outrageous confidence is really annoying and endearing at the same time. Jason made up his mind. I’ll watch you play when I get back. I’m really curious, will such a person be beaten to the point of collapse by his opponent?
When Junko returned to the classroom, it was already close to the end of get out of class. Surprisingly, the teacher didn't have any special reaction when he saw her arriving in the classroom at this time, and even asked her how she was doing with concern.
Junko subconsciously looked at Mia and the others: "Well... not bad, thank you, teacher."
After class, Fuha Shengyi was the first to come over and ask Junko: "Are you okay? You told the teacher before that you were feeling unwell and went to the school doctor's office. Are you feeling better now?"
"Caleb?" Junko was a little surprised. The black-haired boy was playing games with his head down and didn't pay attention to their conversation.
"What's wrong?" Chloe was puzzled.
"No, it's nothing. I'm fine. I'm just a little hypoglycemic." Junko was a little absent-minded. Why would Caleb help her cover it up? He doesn't seem to be nosy at all. Moreover, she had said in front of him that Nolan Oikawa was the best setter. When Junko thought about this, she felt that she really shouldn't talk so much.
"Are you really okay? You look very bad, Junko." Saint Yi Lai was a little worried, "Don't force yourself."
"No, I'm really fine. I just thought of something strange." Junko burst into tears. Her own thoughts were one thing, but provoking someone else's setter was another. However, Caleb is actually from the volleyball club, I can’t tell at all.
At lunch, Junko took her lunch box, thought about it, and said to Momo who was clearing the table, "Would you like to have lunch together? Momo."
Junko clenched her lunch box nervously. What was going on with this suspicious silence? I don't usually see Momo getting particularly close to any of his classmates. He seems to be playing games quietly in his seat all the time.
Would you rather eat alone than have lunch with a beautiful girl?
Junko felt something was going to be bad, and the next moment, her premonition came true.
"Sorry, I have an appointment."
Junko, Junko has nothing to say. She just said openly, "It doesn't matter, let's wait until the next opportunity comes.", but secretly she cared about it terribly.
Who is it, who is so charming that you reject me?
The lunch meat was poked in a mess and finally eaten angrily.
[Red flowers and green leaves]
I also want to be beautiful today: Damn it, my tablemate chose to eat with others instead of me. I was actually left out of the selection!
Awesome Setter: Here we go again.
Iwaizumi: Enough is enough.
Awesome Setter: Even I would be surprised at how self-aware you are.
Iwaizumi Ichi: Fifty steps to laugh at a hundred steps.
Iwaizumi: Junko, don’t worry about this kind of thing. Especially when you have an ordinary relationship with others.
Excellent setter: Hahahahahaha
Juezan Setter: It doesn't matter, Junko, we will always choose you firmly.
Excellent setter: Hahahahahaha
Be beautiful today too: I thank you.
During lunch time, Junko was a little depressed because she was not chosen for Caleb, and then worried about how to collect information about Jason Tetsurou.
On the other hand, the Tokyo Bamboo Horse Group also happened to talk about her.
Throughout the morning, Junko's tearful yet cold face always popped into Jason's mind when he relaxed his attention, but he touched his chest and felt that his heartbeat was normal. It's not that I like it, I'm just a little concerned and curious.
"Merchan, Avery from your class..." Jason was stuck, what was he going to say? What happened in the stairwell was obviously not suitable to be told to Momo. In the end, all the entanglements could only be reduced to one sentence.
"...It's very famous."
"Yes, she is quite famous." Momo turned his head and looked into Jason's eyes, "Why did Jason suddenly ask about her?"
"Didn't she play volleyball before?" Jason pondered his words, "But when I met the head of the women's volleyball team before, she seemed to say that there was a first-year junior who was very talented but just didn't want to join the women's volleyball team."
"It should be Avery from your class." Very good, I have no idea what nonsense he is talking about, Jason's expression is numb.
Momo thought for a while and nodded: "Although I don't know if there are any other talented girls in the first grade, there shouldn't be anyone better than Junko who can throw such a ball."
Jason was curious: "Serve? Have you seen the video of her game? What kind of thing?"
"I've seen it, and her style of playing setter is quite different from her personality." She thought of those game videos, the methodical offensive and defensive organization, and the control of the rhythm of the game, just like the harmonious cooperation of various parts. , played a shocking symphony together.
"As for the serve, I saw it in physical education class. It was very sharp." Only here is the most like her and the setter she mentioned, Nolan Oikawa.
I watched the video of Nolan Oikawa's game, and it was just like what Aoba Jouni's banner said --- dominating the entire field.
A very aggressive setter who has a commanding hand on the court.
It will inevitably be a pity that such a person has not entered the country.
"Wow, send it to me. When you say that, I'm even more curious." Jason then thought that Avery would definitely not join the women's volleyball team to play in the competition. So, could she be allowed to join the men's volleyball team? Anyway, the poor men's volleyball team doesn't even have a manager.
Once certain thoughts arise, it is difficult to suppress them.
Jason couldn't explain why he had a former second-choice player in the women's volleyball team as the manager of the men's volleyball team.
Do you not want to see talented people stay away from volleyball because of the shadow, or are you curious about Avery and want to get closer to her?
It doesn't matter, Jason let these thoughts pass through his mind casually.
The important thing is that at this moment, he wants her to come to the men's volleyball team.
"Mian Mo, what do you think, I invite this Koizumi classmate to come and be the manager of our department?"
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