Chapter 6

Chapter 6

~ One Week Later ~

Our school had an inter-school volleyball match. It is a set of three, and I am also playing on the team. The first set had ended with a victory for our opponent. Our coach changed our setter to me, and I am the current setter for my team.

Both the teams enter the court once again. There are many people here, including Annie and people from my class.

White blows and the second set starts with the opponent's serve. Ball passing over the net onto our court, first pass is made to me. Without thinking, I did a "Setter's Dump," which shook the opponents.

We kept on gaining points and losing points until the score reached 22-23, making us in the lead. It's is an intense rallying going on with no team wanting to give up on their points. The ball is on our court, and pass is made to me. Wing spikers were eagerly waiting for the set, But instead, I used "First set," or also known as "First temp set." The middle blocker scores. And now the scores are 24-23 again, we being in the lead.

It's my turn to serve. The ball reached the opponent's court, and they set the ball to the right-wing spiker. He smashes, but our defenders deflected it.

"One-touch," the blocker shouted.

After the deflection, the ball went to the other side of the court. I can reach it if I want to, but it's attention-seeking. I could easily get it, but – without thinking, I started rushing towards the ball. If it's something I love, then I don't care.

I dived and got the ball back to our court. But the cause of momentum I slid on and hit my right hand on the pillar. I couldn't care less.

"Set to the left…." I shouted, and thus he set on to the left side. I rushed back again and smashed the ball onto their court. A clean spike it was.

Thus we won the second set, but the pain increased.