Volleyball Junior's Speed ​​Ace

On the weekend, in Wuye's training venue.

In the practice match with Qingcheng, Yingshan witnessed with his own eyes that Jiang Chen's murderous jumping hair controlled the rhythm of the audience. Compared with Jiang Chen's jump serve, his own jump service is much inferior.

If passing the ball is about getting things done and scoring points, serving is the beginning of it all.

"Cut, the ability to control the ball is still a lot worse!"

Kageyama laughed at himself, held his breath again, and took off to release the ball.

The good touch of the ball hitting the palm seems to be a wonderful experience in an instant.

"I can do it this time!" Ying Shan thought to himself as he watched the trajectory of the serve.

But before the ball hit the ground, Hinata's thin figure suddenly flashed out, and he hurriedly raised his arms to catch the ball. Not only did he not pick up the ball well, but because his body was not stable, he sat on the ground.

"How is it? Did you pick it up?" Hyuga jumped up and stared at the net expectantly.

Kageyama's heart burst into flames. He pointed to the stand where the ball had landed, and said, "I picked up a fart! It was a huge home run. Don't suddenly appear without saying a word. I felt good just now."

Hyuga left the venue gloomily, giving Kageyama a chance to continue training. When the two were talking, a figure as thin as Hinata entered the venue.

The same way of taking off and hitting the ball at the same height, Yingshan seems to have grasped the inspiration, and ruthlessly throws the ball out again.

"Shh!"

The visitor threw the black school uniform in his hand to the ground, swiftly swept out, and suddenly stood at the landing spot of the ball. If you don't have a keen sense of smell for where the serve is coming from, it is impossible to come over in such a timely manner outside the court.

Ride first!

On the back of the white tight-fitting shirt, four big characters were written.

Bow down, stretch out your arms, and control your strength, all in one go. In the still white picture in front of him, this young man with a brown crown with standing hair has a confident and calm smile on his mouth.

"The power and rotation of the ball were eliminated, and it was accurately passed to the setter's position, perfect for receiving the serve."

Kageyama's expression was bewildered, and he thought he was a powerful serve, and he accurately grasped the rhythm of the rotation.

Seeing the person coming, Hyuga walked over tremblingly, with a strange sparkle in his eyes, "Excuse me...how tall are you?"

Xigu proudly gave a thumbs up, pointed to himself and said, "One meter five nine!"

"Oh! It turned out to be one meter five." Hyuga didn't know where to put her hands, and swayed in mid-air.

Nishigu didn't know why: "What do you mean?"

"Sorry, I've never looked down on anyone in the volleyball club, this is really the first time, I'm so happy!" Hinata made a crying face.

Xigu threw the school uniform aside again, and roared, "You kid, what do you mean! You cry with joy!"

Outside the door, Dadi walked in with Sugawara and Tanaka.

"Yo! Nishiya!" Tanaka said excitedly.

"Yo, dragon!" Nishitani ignored Hinata in front of him.

Dadi showed a look of joy: "Finally back, you should have met these two juniors, Hyuga and Kageyama."

After speaking, the earth turned to the two and explained, "This is the free man I mentioned to you yesterday, Xiguxi."

"Hello!"

"Hello!"

Hyuga and Kageyama immediately bowed to say hello, and they still respected the two of them.

Nishitani looked at Ying Shan admiringly, "Your serve is very strong, you're only in the first grade, it's really amazing!"

Seeing that there were only Kageyama and Hinata, Sugawara said, "Why don't you see Jiang Chen? Doesn't he come very early every day? Didn't train with you today?"

"Who is Jiang Chen? Is he also a first-year freshman?" Xigu asked curiously, seeing how many people were looking around.

While speaking, the dull sound of the serve landing came from the court.

Xigu looked at the opposite court with sharp eyes. Jiang Chen with silver hair and a schoolbag on his back was watching Xigu with interest.

"Wuye's patron saint, finally here, would you like to take my serve and try it?" Jiang Chen tossed his schoolbag and unzipped his jacket handsomely.