999. Falling Stars 59

"I don't know. I got stepped on worse than I thought..."

Yumi grabs hold of the sore ankle and makes a tear. Given her demeanor when she's distracted, it sure looks painful.

"Isn't that when you avenged the case?"

"Yes?"

"In the finals in middle school. That's when you stepped on it."

"What are you talking about? I was stepped on, too."

"Really? But more people get hurt?"

"If you play the game, you can do it. Landing is more important than jumping, and if you can't close your hard coat and step on the unexpected back of your foot, you often get sprained instantly."

"Looks like you stepped right on it this time. You're the only one who's hurt."

"Are you making fun of people? It hurts like hell."

Yumi's eyes glaze over.

"I'm kidding. Let's see."

"My brother sees me.... Ah, ah!"

Yummi vomits as she squeezes her ankle.

This is worse than I thought. '

[I see that. I wonder if I can even make it to the game.]

'Yes. We can't even be candidates...' '

I could have won the game and lost the game.

Like winning a battle and losing a war.

But this is so unfair. If it burns white, you have to give up.

"I can't do this..."

"It doesn't matter. If you don't jump, you'll be fine."

"Jump only?"

"Yes. I can't stop defending myself."

"If you don't jump, who's going to attack?"

"You have five days."

"Me?"

Yumi's idea was like that.

Originally, my team conception was the way I alternately beat Lefth and Yumi at Wright. When a person with a sub enters the defensive, the last 3 hits target to confuse the opponent.

But Yumi is no longer able to attack, which means I have to carry out the first and last attack alone.

"You get it, you get hit at the end. That's the only way to do it right now."

"No, but..."

"I'm fine. If he had given up the game because he was hurt this much, he would have given up several times. When you play, you can't avoid getting hurt. The important thing is not to give up until the end."

"Well…."

Yumi was exhibiting an injured struggle.

He endured a painful injury just by touching it and expressed his willingness to continue the match. Although it was a close beach volleyball before the event, there was no way to give up.

"Do it. You can do it."

"If you mean it…."

"I trust you. You can win, right?"

"... I'll do my best."

It became a position where I had to put all my strength into freezing. The idea was to put Yumi on the line, but the situation was inevitable.

[I wonder if you should be lucky...]

'Fine. I didn't want to go to the competition, but now it's my fault if I fall.'

[But there will be results like that.]

"What accomplishments? '

[Did you forget that in the afternoon, gym and students are cheering for you. It's a great way to get your attention.]

'No, what's the point of being noticed?'

Why don't you join the committee later and sit this one out? He's an athletic genius, Lee Do-hoon, and a volleyball player.]

"What?"

[Even more impressive than the former chairman, Miss Mayumi. It's a signal for a complete generation change.]

"What does it mean to make you so big? '

I said that, but it was a little tempting.

However, if I had to inherit the president, I needed to demonstrate my abilities in front of everyone.

'Hmm. The rest of them are just going to have to win the team anyway...' '

I was resting in the medical tent and saw a hybrid team match. It was a match between a muscular black sister coming up the other side of the tournament and a Germanic warrior.

At first, I noticed a very impressive black sister, but the more I looked at her, the more beautiful the foreign hybrid was the Germanic warrior. A blonde, about two meters tall.

"That's quite a foreigner."

"Who?"

"That piece of shit."

The Germanic warrior floats into the air and spikes it. I took off the other side of the block, but it was so high that I couldn't reach my fingertips.

Boom!

Powerful enough to bounce the ball off the sand floor for a long time. With a smile from the Germanic warrior who succeeded in the attack, you see a yellow sparkle on your front teeth.

[Oh, isn't that great? He's not an amateur.]

'It's not just physical, it's not volleyball.'

Height of 15 cm.

It's a fatal difference between a volleyball ship and a high-altitude game.

When I think about confronting him, my mind gets complicated.

Can we win? '

[Why? Suddenly you're attracted to strong enemies?]

'Yeah. I've never been anywhere near it, but seeing someone taller than me suddenly makes me feel embarrassed.'

[The owner is becoming an athlete.]

Do you have a trick? '

[If Miss Mayumi is healthy, she can attack from both sides and pierce the arches, but if she receives a distraction, she will have less chance of winning.]

'You know what? I don't think we can handle all the attacks.'

[I can't help it. It's lethal, but we have to rely on drugs.]

Drugs?

[Remember to run the 100M in March?]

That's what it was, right? '

Come to think of it, there was an item that enhanced my physical ability.

Even back then, I set a new record with tempo and put an eye stamp on the professor.

[Shall we search for the item?]

I thought, watching Yumi focus on the game.

One way or another, I'm gonna win and make Yumi laugh.

"Search. You can't take pride in watching all your subordinates. '

* * *

The morning swim camp led by the holy water was very different from yesterday's.

The typical FM style, Sungsu, was obsessed with swimming in the sea, regardless of the charm and subtlety of the girls.

"Stir your arms harder. Survive the waves. That's right, you have a good tone!"

Soon after praising his skill, Juju next to me pouted his lips.

"Why do you keep praising me?"

"You're doing great. How long are you going to rest?"

Huiju, who was at the waterfront, replied.

"I told you, I'm not feeling well today."

"Didn't you go to bed early yesterday? They said they were looking for you, and they went into your room early."

"Yes, I slept early because I wasn't feeling well. It's still a bad day."

"Are you sick?"

Heeju said as if to mock the Holy Water.

"Do you want to experience the magic that takes you once a month, Vice President?"

"Hmmm, no matter what he jokes..."

Holy water gave up persuasion and began training again. At that time, Ah-young, who was resting next to her, asked her to be jealous.

"Did you tampon?"

"Huh?"

"No, you."

She looks at Ah-young and shrugs.

"Oh, of course. You can't come in a bathing suit with a sanitary pad. I have periods, I don't advertise them."

"Hmmm, I see."

She nods with a strange expression.

Since Hee-joo was not very familiar with Ah-young, I suddenly wondered why I was asking questions.

What about him? I was just looking at my phone. '

She was well-connected and approachable to everyone, but she was surprisingly surprised. It looked pretty, but I hardly spoke like it was daybreak. It turned out later that the number of words was usually low from the beginning. I don't know, some unsanctioned thug or something.

"Why don't you swim?"

"Yeah, not so much fun."

"Aren't swimming camps fun?"

"No. The camp is interesting. Very."

It sounded as if she didn't know, and she finally gave up on the conversation.

'He's a strange boy. If you're not going to swim, why did you come to camp? I didn't come here to see you like I did.'

Meanwhile, Ah-young was looking at the girls who were wandering the sea one by one.

"How many did Lee Dou Hoon fuck here? '

She's been curious about him ever since she found out about his secret last night.

'Hyo-min isn't everything. There's no way Yi Dou Hoon, who's a naysayer enough to leave a boy he's not close to, could have just touched him. Wait, and Hee-joo?'

Ah-young flinches at the spirits in her bathing suit.

The sexy bikini was showing off her luscious figure even when she saw it. Especially the hair dyed yellow during the holidays matched very well with her particularly bright skin.

"But did Hee-joo look so pretty? '

Ah-young didn't have much contact with Hee-joo, but she was face to face as she approached class. Obviously, it was not a prominent appearance at the beginning of the first semester, but it was now an attractive beauty for everyone.

'Lee Dou Hoon's taste is worth messing with...'

She asked me suddenly.

"Are you close with Dean?"

"Huh?"

He was furious when the name of the doctrine was mentioned.

I secretly baked last night, so I couldn't help but care.

"Why do you ask?"

"No, you look close."

"You and me?"

"Isn't it?"

'What? She didn't steal last night, did she?'

She turned to worry.

"It's not that I'm friendly, because my brother is so sweet to his subordinates."

"Really?"

"Yes, that's very kind of you."

"Cute?"

"Huh. Why? Are you interested, too?"

"You too?"

Ah-young's talk of putting an end to it kept getting more and more emotional.

Why do you keep asking questions? Are we talking or interrogating? '

"No, first graders love it. He said."

"Why?"

"Because he's handsome, he's athletic, he studies..."

"Uh-huh. Right. I'm not sure."

Suddenly, Juju shut up because of the cracking reaction.

'What, this shitty reaction. Oh, I can't be with you because I'm upset. "

After he woke up, he said to the holy water.

"I'm fine now. I'm going for a swim."

"Why? You said you weren't feeling well."

"I'm fine."

Heeju looks at Ah-young and says.

"Actually, I tampered with it."

"Ugh."

Jiju, who made the Holy Water difficult, jumped into the sea. She nods, looking behind her.

'I did, I did. Hee-joo, how many people did Lee Dou-hoon reach out to?'

She looks at the girls one by one with her sharp eyes again.

* * * *

Sung-su, who heard about his fourth class after his morning swim class, said that he had gathered students.

"I am glad that Yumi and Dahoon are on the mixed 4th river."

"Whoa!"

"As expected, Chairman!"

"So I am going to rest and cheer from the afternoon. Let's make sure the two of you who have entered the nationals are cheered up!"

"Yep!"

"Let's go!"

Gym and students arrived at the outdoor beach volleyball stadium, and the stadium was packed with more than 40 young university students.

"There it is. We're about to start 4th Precinct."

Just before the game, the students who found the lesson and Yumi shouted at the two of them.

"The finalist, brother!"

"Chairman, please plug it in nicely!"

The teachings of giving and receiving the toast wave beautifully at the followers of the crowd.

'What a flock.'

[Do you feel burdened?]

'What a burden. It's not even finals yet.

"Brother, I'm only a setter, so now you have to do it all? Okay?"

"Okay, I'll give it a shot."

Chapter four has begun.

Sports education and students sat around their coats and began to cheer.

"You're handsome, Lee Dou Hoon!"

"Yuyut color, Mayumi!"

The lesson of preparing the serve was that I wanted to hide in a rat hole in a childish cheering text that made my face hot.

'Phew, let's just watch quietly. It's embarrassing to see everyone else.'

[Why? It's good to kill your opponent's prayer.]

'It's not like we rented anything, it's a contest that is hosted...'

On the contrary, according to his concerns, the unilateral cheering of the gym and students was sanctioned by the faculty.

"Order, please. Interferes with the game."

"Woo!"

"What's wrong with cheering?"

"Hey, are the students alone?"

"Yeah. They didn't send it to me."

The opposing team's group complains, which makes them stronger.

"If you interfere with the progress of the game, you will be expelled. Please cooperate."

As the mood worsened, Seong-soo apologized on behalf of me.

"I'm sorry. I'll keep them quiet. Hey, did you guys hear that? Just watch the game quietly."

"What about cheering?"

"You can be happy after. We're not the only ones here, so let's be polite."

"Yes."

"I understand."

The game resumed as the atmosphere subsided.

He launches a Spike Serve from the start to measure his opponent's skill. However, the opponent is not as pleasant as climbing to the 4th. He picks up the ball and counters.

'Well, that's pretty good.'

He takes the ball and delivers it to Yumi.

It was a courier cross that flew perfectly overhead towards Yumi, who had an uncomfortable ankle.

"Brother, open up!"

"Open!"

Learned to turn outwardly, he slams in from outside the net column. Yumi's perfect toast falls directly in front of his right hand when he reaches the pinnacle.

Paan!

Powerful Strike!

The weight-bearing open attack pierces the target and pinches it with accuracy. The gym students who were watching quietly shouted at him.

"Douhoon Lee! Douhoon Lee!"

"Kyahh, Dorhoon, Brother Nietzsche!"

"Hey, what's a pata? It's not baseball."

"That and that!"

The perfect attack on Learner made the atmosphere immerse itself.

I watched her meaningfully.

Ends.

Angry Fire Column

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