[volleyball] you look delicious

At the end of June, Tokyo is still not out of the rainy season.The sound of cicadas disappeared, leaving only the endless rain hanging overhead.After copying the multiple-choice and fill-in-the-blank questions for the adjacent table, Mikawa Tamari capped the pen and handed in the paper ahead of time.

She gestured to Weifu Yejiu, packed her things and went to the studio first.

In the off-campus practice match last weekend, Coach Maomata divided the main selection centered on the third graders and the new generation headed by the sophomores into two lineups, each of which played two full rounds.After returning to school, the two lineups were divided into two teams, A and B, and there was an overtime training game.

The B team led by Hewei Tielang finally took the victory 27 to 25, 25 to [-].

"In this way, everyone can hand in their jerseys with confidence."

The silver-haired old man stood up from the folding chair and looked at the third-year students peacefully.

New blood has been maintained.

When Yejiu Weifu and the others were cleaning up excitedly that day, their steps were flying, and Mikawa Tamari couldn't help being happy watching it.Accompanying her for extra training every night, she knows better than anyone else the time and sweat these big boys have put into this stadium.

Dazed for a moment, she clenched her fists and pounded her palms, thinking that today must be a good celebration—so, the few who had just been promoted to the starting selection of the Yinju Volleyball Club were dragged to the barbecue restaurant run by Sanchuan's family.

After that, the third-year students retired one after another (but the former main general and setter promised to come to help practice from time to time), and Mikawa Tamari took a little time every day to tidy up the studio.

Walking into the club activity building, she put away her umbrella and shook the water drops. She was about to touch the key but found that the door was unlocked.Strange, she murmured and opened the door, and as soon as she put her head in, she met a pair of golden eyes.

"good afternoon."

She blinked, and came out from behind the door, "...good afternoon. But why is Grinding here?" It's not over yet.

"Well, the last class is physical education."

The black-haired boy curled up under the window was holding the handheld, pressing the keys with his fingers quickly, and the volume was as low as a whisper as usual.

So did she skip class again, but thinking about it, she seems to have no right to say anything - as a perfect student except sports, the Sanchuan girl was silent for a few seconds, and decided to cross this topic.

"I said you, are you an idiot?" Standing her umbrella on the corner of the wall, she unzipped her commuter bag and walked towards him, "Why are you sitting under the window? You don't even know how to hide from the rain."

Because the screen doesn't reflect light here...

Just as Lone Claw Grinding was about to speak, a cloud fell over his head.He froze for a moment and raised his eyes.In sight, the girl took out a few facial tissues, gently wiped his rain-soaked hair, but scolded him bluntly for being a game idiot.

The characters in the game lost control, stood in place and were knocked down by mobs KO.

The game idiot stared at the interface of GAMEOVER.After a long time, he retorted in a low voice with dissatisfaction, "...that's long-winded."

But the black head obediently let the opponent dominate.

Chasing the lazy cat aside, Mikawa Tamari put on her gloves and began to clean the shelves and the wardrobes of her seniors.It has been almost two months since she became the manager, and she is also used to how dirty the boy's activity room can be (this dirt is dirty in various senses, she remembered the pile of errands she found when she first tidied up the office room magazines and cool picture books).

She tiptoed to clean up from the storage box on the top floor, and unexpectedly found a few brittle failing papers inside (the name is unknown, probably left over from previous seniors).However, this just reminded her that the end of the term was approaching.

The volleyball club will have a dormitory during the holidays. To participate in the dormitory, you must pass the final exam.

"Grinding, how is your grade?"

The black-haired boy who was silently observing his manager was suddenly called by his name, his pupils shrank and then enlarged, and he spoke slowly after a second, "It's up to who to compare with. If it's compared to you, it's worse."

"Please compare with you last semester, thank you." From the tone, he guessed that the other party was rolling his eyes (but Sanchuan didn't seem to be able to roll his eyes), "How old is it?"

"Around a hundred."

One hundred, not too bad.Mikawa Tamali estimated, but.

"I thought Grind would be the type who is also very smart in studies..." She threw the unnecessary sundries into the trash bag and muttered softly.After all, on the court, the opponent has a calm and clear mind, and can always catch the opponent's flawed "brain" (sorry, she was also brainwashed by the name "Black-tailed Tielang").

The grades are always stable at the age of [-], and the brain of Yinju who neither advances nor retreats—the Lone Claw Grinder, who is actually afraid that the ranking test is too high will attract the attention of parents and teachers, hummed with an unchanged expression, "It's a pity I'm not, I'm just a game dunce."

Small-minded guy.

Mikawa Tamari made a grimace at the wall, planning in her heart to count the results of all members during the break time of the department work.If there is a need for tutoring, she has to start preparing (probably not).

The lonely boy who skipped class originally to play games seemed to have found a more interesting goal, so he put the handheld aside.His eyes circled around the girl a few times, and finally fell on the commuter bag that the other party opened.

The spines of several colored books were exposed.

"Mikawa is studying nutrition?"

"Ah?" Mikawa Tamali turned her head and found that the other party was talking about the book she had just borrowed from the library, "Yes, isn't this going to be a sleepover soon? I'll borrow it for reference."

She took off her gloves and tied a garbage bag at the door, "I don't know what I can do for you, so I can only do what I can."

After smoothing her sweaty forehead hair, she turned around and smiled at the boy.

"For example, find a way to feed the picky eater and grind the stomachs of classmates."

Four eyes facing each other.

The summer wind rushed in, carrying the breath of rain.Lonely Claw felt them slipping gently from between his fingers, and rushed to lift the short hair of the girl opposite her ears.

what……

Under the gaze of blue eyes, he opened his mouth, but turned his head away abruptly.

Staring at the mottled corner of the wall, he said, no, picky eaters or something.

……

During the rest time of the department, Tamari Mikawa hurriedly took out the survey form she had just drawn, which required to list the results of various subjects in this semester's exams, as well as her favorite food and history of allergies.

At the end of the break, she took the questionnaire back.When she was about to put it in the folder, she took out someone's form and glanced at it.

"...Grind you, don't write all the foods you hate in the allergy column!"

The author has something to say:

When I opened the document, I happened to hear the song "Summer Wind", a cover version of Huoyang Sleepy, um, it is recommended to eat together (in fact, it can be eaten with the full text.

Pierce—the early retirement of the third grade here is a private setting. Judging from the comics, the third grader should retire after the spring high school. The relationship between Mao Mao and Xiaohu was also in the first battle of IH. The original characters are so troublesome (anyway, this is just a brainless sweet article (everything is for dating x