Love Daily with Grinding Cat

The alarm clock rings, reach out and press it.

Sakurai Momo sat up, squinting her eyes in a daze for a long time.

sleepy.

I can't keep my eyes open, I feel dizzy, and my nose is blocked...

Do you have a cold?Recently, the Tokyo Influenza has been rampant.

But every time the heating is turned on and I wake up all night, my nose will feel uncomfortable, it's normal.

I still have to go to the game today, so I can't stay in bed...

Speaking of which, the winter vacation lasts for two weeks, and the progress bar of the vacation has already passed halfway, and she has never slept in at all! !Not even a day! !

Every day I go to my mother's shop to do free labor, and then spring high begins.

It is too full, no, to be precise, it is the most fulfilling winter vacation that Momo Sakurai has spent so far.

Sakurai Momo put on her home clothes jacket, washed up, and was mostly awake, watching her phone while drinking water and answering messages.

[Kurihara Kazuya: A bag of snacks.jpg]

[Kurihara Kazuya: Today’s game-watching snacks, I’m ready for yours too! w]

[Sakurai Momo: Kiss 3 Although your speech is very similar to an elementary school student who was too excited to fall asleep the night before the spring outing...]

Exit, next.

[Grinding: I ran a little too much yesterday... my arms and legs were a little sore after waking up. ]

Grinding this guy's physical strength is really a mystery, no, should it be said that the physical strength of boys participating in sports clubs is a mystery?

Yesterday, the grinding was targeted by Hayarukawa for exhausting her energy. She was also worried that the grinding would be exhausted, which would affect the next day's game or something...

In the end, he was still playing games at night!

Instead, she might be groggy and lose her ability to think and fall asleep.

The perseverance of the game geek is super scary.

[Sakurai Momo: Huh?Grinding, are you kidding me? ovo]

Sakurai Momo answered the messages one by one and changed into her school uniform.

Today, there is a cheering team organized by students of Yinju. Many students who don't usually watch volleyball games also come. They should be attracted by the long-lost cat and crow garbage dump.

Kurihara and Natsu wanted to mix in the crowd, saying that they would have the courage to shout louder if they shouted cheers in the crowd.

Although Sakurai Momo couldn't understand the direct connection between mixing with the crowd and developing courage, she agreed.

After all, it is Yinju's team, and there is no better support than students from the same school filling the auditorium.

When Sakurai Momo was buying breakfast at the convenience store, she reached into her bag to get some change.

Not carrying this bag for a long time, not only did she find out the lipstick she thought was missing for a long time, but also the printed mask bought at the playground before.

"..."

When I arrived at the Tokyo Gymnasium, I have been here twice, and I found the entrance agreed by the alumni group with ease.

Sakurai Momo walked over and patted Kurihara Kazuya who was quietly observing in the corner: "What are you doing?"

Kurihara and Natsu turned around in shock.

With her conspicuous pink hair, she recognized her, and triggered the passive complaint skill: "Hey, why did my female star remember to wear a mask today?"

Sakurai Tao is immune to ridicule, sniffing: "I don't know if it is an acute upper respiratory infection caused by fatigue and decreased immunity."

Kurihara Kazuya: "Speak human."

Sakurai Momo: "I might catch a cold every day when I go out to blow the air."

Kurihara and Xia wanted to say something bad but held back their expressions, and choked out a few words: "...you should exercise more."

The scarf couldn't block the cold air, and her throat became increasingly hot and dry. She tilted her head and coughed, and said sleepily, "So what are you standing here looking at?"

Kurihara and Xia pointed, and she looked in the direction of the fingers.

Girls in Okoma school uniforms are handing out cheering sticks with the school's name on them.

Sakurai Momo spoke slowly and calmly: "So your avatar today is really an idiot spring outing elementary school student."

Lead the primary school students in my community to finish getting the support sticks.

Walking in with the crowd, the playing field is huge.

They came early two days ago, the banners were not hung up, and they relied on Sakurai Momo's beauty search radar to find Hui Yu's beautiful sister in the crowd to find a seat...

Much less effort today.

Sit down, lean your head on He Xia's shoulder, close your eyes and wait for the game to start.

It was pitch black in front of my eyes, and my other senses became more sensitive, and I could distinguish the clearest discussions among the crowd.

"Senior Kurobi is so handsome! Don't you think he is very mature?"

It's Xiao Hei's female fan.

"Don't you think that half-race student is also cool?"

My elder sister is also a beauty, she has a strong face and a strong gene.

"Everyone in Yinju is so handsome when they are serious!"

Sakurai Momo moaned in her heart twice in agreement.

"Is that Lone Claw? He can also play games?"

Yes oh yes oh, the grinder himself...

Wait, what do you mean by the second half of the sentence! !

Momo Sakurai opened her eyes, learning how to grind the corners of her mouth to bend down, staring at death.

Sakurai Momo: Super Fierce.jpg

The boy who spoke seemed to notice it, so he turned his head to meet his gaze, and then shyly raised his hand to brush his hair.

Male classmate: Is she too shy to ask for my contact information.jpg

……never mind.

The male students in the same class were yelling Yamamoto Tigers to come on, someone started, everyone started.

The voices of the girls calling Xiao Hei and Haiba-senpai were relatively loud, and Yamamoto-san also had boys of the same level to support him, so it seemed that he didn't hear the name of Momo.

Also.

Grinding just now was misunderstood as a substitute.

Momo Sakurai looked towards the coach's bench.

Grinding was looking in the direction of Wu Ye, and she was looking in that direction as well, Ju Zitou seemed to be chatting with his teammates about something non-stop...

She stared away.

Probably a real cold, and I can't cheer up.

Obviously, the noise of the people's voices one after another in the venue is so loud that it will make people's heartbeat slowly start to speed up, but she is extraordinarily calm and free from emotion.

Kurihara and Xia poked her: "Student Lonely Claw took a few glances at you."

Sakurai Momo: "?"

It's fake, the grinding and capturing device is still bouncing around, she refers to Xiangyang...

Looking over, I just bumped into Grinding and was about to quietly turn her head away.

He was startled.

The students around are still shouting for cheer.

She sat up straight, with one hand half-clasped by her mouth in the shape of a speaker, and she waved the other hand.

Through the mask, there was a moderate voice.

Followed by shouting: "Yinju, come on."

Grinding hooked the corners of his lips, but Heiwei noticed this, swung his arms twice in her direction, and landed on Grinding's shoulder with a "boom".

Grinding: "..."

The two teams gathered around the coach's bench, probably doing a final mobilization review of today's tactics.

Kurihara and Xia Shun asked: "Generally speaking, shouldn't the name of the boyfriend be called in the situation just now?"

Sakurai Momo was stunned: "Volleyball is not a sport where one person can drive the whole team."

Kurihara and Xia blinked: "?"

Sakurai Momo tried to gesture: "Look, although most teams seem to have a backbone, it's not so much the individual driving the team as it is the other members of the team supporting the backbone..."

"And there are third graders who are about to graduate in the team, and there are juniors who work hard to grind and practice harder on weekends."

So she wants to cheer everyone on.

Kurihara and Xia responded with a "huh" with their faces propped up: "Ah. I always feel that the mood of watching the game is heavy. If there is a win, there will be a loss. Those who can stand on the field here are definitely not at the level of playing. Think about how hard they usually work. If you lose the training, then..."

Sakurai Momo took her arm and leaned her head: "It's a game that will be happy for whoever wins."

I don’t know why, but before the games in Kiyokawa and Hayrukawa, she said things to cheer her up, but the last thing she said before hanging up the phone last night was, “Let’s enjoy tomorrow’s game.”

At the beginning of the game, Yinju was good at defending, and Karasuno's response level was also very solid.

Dunk, save, pass.

Cycle twice, a tug-of-war where the strength is quite inseparable.

Then Xiang Yangqi quickly avoided the block, and the tricky angle, the ball hit the ground, but the ball popped out of the court.

It was so fast that for people like Kurihara and Natsu who don't usually watch volleyball, they would only sigh "Eh? Eh——what——?"

The commentators were half a beat slow, talking so fast that the cameras couldn't catch up with the ball.

Karasuno, who is more offensive but equally good defensively, and Yinku, who is more defensive but catching up on offense.

Back and forth entangled endlessly, circulating in the hands of everyone on the field.

Sakurai Momo: "Is Xiangyang passing several balls in succession..."

Kurihara Kazuya, who didn't notice it at all: "Hmm? Is that the orange head? No, the fast break that was ridiculously fast before was done several times, although a few shots were blocked by Junior Hui Yu and the others."

Sakurai Momo: "When I watched Karasuno's match with other schools before grinding, I also watched it. Hmm... Although I can't say it, it's weird."

As if interrupted.

what interrupted

no way.

Although Momo Sakura got a full score in volleyball at the end of last semester, the school's physical test is limited to a level of familiarity such as 100 standard jumps on the court or 100 jumps against the wall.

Tactics or something, she can vaguely sense what's wrong with the situation, but she can't explain it to others in detail.

The cat crawled on the ground, cautiously and silently approached the crow on the lid of the trash can, caught it off guard, and swooped down to grab it. Its long, pointed nails stretched out and pressed on its wings.

Asuka tried to flap its wings, but was pressed tightly and could not fly.

Xiangyang and their team's main attacker almost bumped into each other, Momo Sakurai slightly opened his eyes.

It's like a bird can't fly.

Is that so?

But that is Xiangyang, it is Xiangyang who has been waiting for a long time.

Rather than believing in Xiangyang, Sakurai Momo believes in the sixth sense of grinding.

The game was good enough, but it could be even better.

……

Momo Sakurai saw the end, took out a tissue from her bag and wiped Kurihara and Natsumi's tears.

"You, why don't you cry, wow, woo, woo, woo."

Probably because the exhausted teenager lying under the field was smiling.

And Sakurai Momo cheered everyone on, but the scale in her heart tipped over to the grinding side silently.

……

Great.

That's it.

"Because this game is so exciting that there is no way to describe it as embarrassing for anyone who loses."

"After all, it's force majeure... It's not that sad but sad at the same time, it's another kind of sadness!"

She patted Kurihara and Natsu who were sobbing.

What is the god in charge of fate thinking?

One game, two very fateful moments are all related to the sweat shed in chasing each other again and again.

If the gods in charge of destiny really exist...

How do you arrange such a game that is both tear-filled and memorable?

It was only after seeing this moment that she figured out why what her subconscious wanted to say the most was not to cheer but to let Grind enjoy the game.

It is precisely because the opponent is Karasuno and Xiangyang.

It is precisely because the two teams that have been friends and foes who have also been silent for many years in the Spring High competition successfully met.

and so……

Trying my best to create a junkyard showdown that can be remembered by the audience for a lifetime is more meaningful than winning or losing.

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The author has something to say:

Teacher Guguan, please listen to my confession (?)

I was truly traumatized.

I was wounded to the brink of death by the two theatrical versions, and half of my self-esteem was rescued by Guguan teacher "How about my insignificant self-esteem?" Then the late-night emo continued to be in a near-death state (no