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Oikawa Toru turned over and got up from the rest chair.He turned over too quickly and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately he propped himself up on the chair with his hands in time to save his face.But when Chuan Che raised his eyes to look at Zuo Zhizi's face quietly, he found that Zuo Zhizi was not looking at him at all.

She was probably really angry, her mouth pouted in annoyance, her brows were furrowed, and she muttered something.

Oi Chuanche suddenly remembered something.He reached out to wipe his face, and when he put down his hand, he saw a large area of ​​black sketch pen marks on his fingers.The veins on his forehead were tense, and he gritted his molars: "Kikawasa Gardenia——"

Before he could finish yelling this sentence, Zuo Zhizi had already rushed out quickly.Oikawa Toru turned over, stepped over the rest chair, and chased after him—Zao Zhizi jumped down the stairs, running faster than a rabbit, and found Iwaizumi who had just come out of the men's room among a group of people with precise eyes.

Before Oi Chuanche caught up, Sa Zhizi had already run to Iwaizumi's side, grabbed his shoulder and turned him in a different direction; Oikawa Toru caught up with Sa Zhizi, but was blocked by Iwaizumi.A distorted smile appeared on his face: "Xiaoyan, get out of the way, today only one of me and this woman can walk out of the gymnasium alive!"

Iwaizumi: "..."

Zuo Zhizi poked her head out from behind Iwaizumi: "You touched me too! Even!"

Oi Chuanche: "Stay even! Unless you also let me wipe your face..."

Iwaizumi, who reacted a little slower, said, "...Pfft! Hahaha—the rubbish is all over your face—hahahaha—"

Oi Chuanche was so angry that his neck was flushed, he grabbed the hem of his jacket and wiped it on his face indiscriminately.His face was covered with black charcoal marks that Zozhizi's fingers touched, from the cheekbones to the orbital browbones, and even the mouth was not spared.

He wiped these marks with the hem of his sweaty clothes, and they were immediately pasted into a more uniform black, accompanied by Iwaizumi's uncontrollable laugh.Oi Chuanche was angry and annoyed, but he couldn't pull Zuo Zhizi out from behind Iwaizumi, so he could only clenched his fists angrily, and ran to the toilet to wash his face.

When Oikawa was far away, Sa Zhizi came out from behind Iwaizumi.She patted herself on the chest: "Scared me, Xiaoyi, you came too timely, but if I was a few seconds later, I would definitely be caught by Che."

Iwaizumi looked at her: "Even if he is really caught, that guy can't really do anything to you..."

Zuo Zhizi put her hands behind her back, and bent her eyes with a smile. That overly sweet smile showed a bit of slyness and mischief: "I know. But I don't even hide for a while after doing bad things. I'm afraid he will be angry." Death, so in order to comfort his princess heart, I ran hard."

"How is it? I'm very considerate, right?"

"..."

Looking at the girl's bright and expectant eyes in front of him, Iwaizumi only felt a headache.He patted Zuo Zhizi on the back of the head angrily, and reprimanded: "I told you to keep an eye on that guy more, not to bully him more—he's the captain of our volleyball team anyway, don't go too far, you! "

Zuo Zhizi clutched the back of her head and complained: "Wow! Xiao Yi is too good, the beating hurts so much!"

Iwaizumi: "...You two are related by blood, right? Your personalities are exactly the same!!"

Oi Chuanche faced the bathroom mirror and washed off the charcoal marks on his face.This thing is far more difficult to wash than the hands just after playing volleyball. He rubbed his face red before completely washing those marks off.

The water splashed on his face flowed down the brow bone, over the cheeks, the tip of the nose, the beads of the lips, along the line of his jaw, and fell into the collar of the sweat shirt.Oi Chuanche supported the washstand with both hands, leaning his body forward slightly—because he had just splashed water on his face and had been exercising vigorously, his breathing was faster than usual.

There are drops of water on his eyelashes, which are reflected by the light in the bathroom.

His violent heartbeat gradually calmed down, and even the annoyance of being teased by Zuo Zhizi faded a lot.

After he calmed down a lot, Oi Chuanche wiped his face, turned and walked out of the bathroom.He originally thought that Zuo Zhizi should have returned to the auditorium, but he didn't expect that Zuo Zhizi was still waiting for him not far from the door of the men's toilet.

She was standing alone, and Iwaizumi was not by her side, she kicked one leg dangling in boredom, and pressed the phone buttons quickly with her fingers.Oi Chuanche raised his eyebrows, and was about to sneak up behind her and startle her - but someone stepped forward to say hello to Zuo Zhizi.

"You—hello!"

A strange voice sounded above her head, Zuo Zhizi was stunned for a moment, raised her head, and moved her gaze from the phone screen to the person who greeted her... the chest?

Looking up, he found that he could only see the other person's chest, Zuo Zhizi's lovely face showed a kind of almost dull blankness.She raised her head higher and finally saw the other person's face.

After seeing the other person's face clearly, Zuo Zhizi's expression became more sluggish, and he even took a step back unconsciously: This person... looks so fierce.Alas!It can't be Trash Che's enemy, right?

The other party seemed to be a little nervous when Zuo Zhizi looked at him, and he stood up straight unconsciously - and then he seemed to be taller.Once his expression became serious, the viciousness doubled directly, but when he spoke, he bowed very politely: "I am a member of the volleyball team of Date Industrial High School! Last year our school played a practice match with Qingcheng, and we met at that time Over the face!"

"Nice to see you again! Goodbye!"

After he finished shouting this sentence angrily, he turned around and trot away stiffly with his hands and feet.Zuo Zhizi, who was left in place, froze, blinked, and remained silent.

...Date Industrial High School?Oh oh, that iron wall?It seems like we played a practice match last year.But the average height of their entire team is terrible, but I don't remember such a student—a freshman?freshman?Reserve?

Before she could recover from this 'greeting' that was completely beyond the scope of normal people's social interaction, she was suddenly pressed on the head.Zuo Zhizi let out a 'wow' in fright, quickly jumped aside, turned her head and glared at He Chuanche angrily: "What are you doing?!"

Oi Chuanche spread his hands and smiled innocently: "You seem to be in a daze, help Tianling Gai to wake up, you don't need to thank me~"

Zuo Zhizi covered the top of her head, and felt a few strands of wet hair in the palm of her hand.She screamed: "You touch my hair with wet hands?!"

Oi Chuanche: "It's all clean water, so what does it matter?"

Zuo Zhizi: "Shut up! If I say it's related, it is! Apologize to my newly dyed hair!"

Oi Chuanche pressed his eyelids with one hand and made a grimace: "Slightly slightly—don't even think about it!"

Qing Gengao went back to the volleyball court next door, sat on the lounge chair, and pressed his hands against his chin.Mao Ting wanted to run in front of him with the volleyball in his arms. After running for a certain distance, the thoughtful captain came back again: "Qing Gen? What's wrong with you? You have such a serious expression..."

Takanobu Aone: "Captain, do you remember the buttered popcorn?"

Mao Ting asked: "Oh, you said the female manager in Qingcheng. Remember—she is a very considerate girl. When she first went to Qingcheng to play a practice game, she took good care of us... What's wrong with her?"

Qing Gen stretched his face high, his whole expression became more ferocious and ferocious, with his hands folded against his chin, the veins on the back of his hands were clearly protruding.He looked forward, seemingly fierce, but actually in a trance, and said, "I just saw her at the volleyball court next door, and I even talked to her."

"Captain, do you think we can also recruit this type of female manager?"

Mao Ting wanted to twitch the corner of his mouth, raised his hand to wipe off the cold sweat from his forehead, and smiled dryly: "This, yes, it's a bit difficult..."

Looking at the pensive expressions of the sophomores, he felt more and more headaches, and could not help complaining in his heart: What happened to the nearest volleyball team?Are pretty female managers the new fad?Forget about Wuye, isn't it enough for Qingcheng to rely on Chuanche's coquettish face? !

Ah, of course——Mao Ting swears from the bottom of his heart that he has no objection to that petite and cute little manager in Qingcheng who is almost bursting with vitality when he smiles!

It's just that he is slightly dissatisfied with Qingcheng's bad personality, difficult to deal with, and difficult to deal with the troublesome setter.

The afternoon practice time is drawing to a close.Seeing that the sun was about to set outside, Zuo Zhizi packed up her drawing board, paper and pen and put them in her equipment bag, then stood up and moved her hands and feet after sitting all day.

There was a couple sitting next to her. The boy had just returned from training and was lying on the rest chair tiredly. The girlfriend thoughtfully wiped his neck and forehead with a towel. Coupled with the warm light of the setting sun, this scene was extraordinarily warm.

Zuo Zhizi was propping his face with one hand and looking at the tenderness of the young couple next door—Ji Chuanche ran over from the volleyball court, panted and lay down on the rest chair beside Zuo Zhizi: "Ah Zuo, I'm so thirsty!"

Zuo Zhizi: "...Yes yes yes, Oikawa-sama, please be thirsty for a few more seconds, I will get you some water."

Her tone was a bit sarcasm, but Ji Chuanche was used to it, and she didn't even bother to quarrel with Zuo Zhizi anymore.Zuo Zhizi took a bottle of water from the bench next to him, unscrewed the cap and handed it to Oi Chuanche.

Anyway, they started to unscrew the cap of the bottle. After Zuo Zhizi handed the water to Ji Chuanche, he unscrewed the second bottle, and when Iwaizumi came over, he handed it directly to him.

Oi Chuanche, who was lying on the rest chair, began to have complaints and protested loudly: "Why can Xiaoyi get the water so easily? It's not fair! Azuo, you are biased!"

Zuo Zhizi lowered his eyes and smiled at him, then pressed a clean towel onto Oi Chuanche's face.Oi Chuanche immediately grabbed Zuo Zhizi's wrist: "Wow! Murder you?"

Zuo Zhizi: "Yeah, why am I biased? Maybe it's because Xiaoyi never takes my breakfast from behind me in the morning with his height advantage, and he never just finished playing volleyball. Touch me with dirty hands on purpose. What do you think? Scum control freak?"

Oi Chuanche: "..."

Iwaizumi, who was holding mineral water beside him, sneered.Although he didn't speak, the meaning behind his words was self-evident.