Kuroo Rei, who was waiting behind him, looked at the newly arrived team Spiker, Midorikawa Aki, said with great disdain, "I can hardly bear to watch."
Shimizu Kanata crouched leisurely to the side, paraphrasing what Shiratori had said earlier: "It's only human nature."
Coach Kurosu, who had gone to the infirmary, returned with Miya Atsumu, only to see Hinata chatting happily with the setter of their opponents for tomorrow.
A string of question marks appeared above Miya Atsumu's head, but his body had already moved a step faster than his brain.
He dashed to Hinata's side in three steps. "Shiratori-senpai, please don't harass our Spiker."
Seeing Miya Atsumu return, Shiratori slowly stood up.
Adjusting his pants, he met Miya Atsumu's gaze. "It's nothing, I just like him too much, so I came to take a look."
Miya Atsumu's expression became even more wary, his face clearly saying "go away."
Shiratori didn't stay long either, but before leaving, he winked at Hinata: "See you tomorrow, Shoyo."
Atsumu's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. He took a step forward to stand in front of Hinata, blocking Shiratori's gaze.
Watching Shiratori get glared at by that black-haired senpai, Hinata was a bit confused.
See you tomorrow? Is he coming to watch the finals tomorrow?
Kuroo Rei rolled his eyes. "You just insist on taking a jab at Miya Atsumu. Is he really that unpopular?"
Shiratori smiled: "How could that be? I like Miya Atsumu very much; I'm his number one fan."
But liking Miya Atsumu and liking Hinata Shoyo were not in conflict; he liked any child who was brilliant.
Atsumu sat down opposite Hinata: "I'm saying, Shoyo, you should at least have some sense of crisis; aren't you afraid of being ambushed by an opponent.."
"Ambush?" Hinata blinked.
Finally, the first meeting from a corner of his memory flashed through his mind.
Wait, he remembered that Fukuda General should be the one that beat Kiryu-senpai and the others.
This also means that they are his opponents in tomorrow's finals.
Miya Atsumu sighed deeply, "Stay away from him, he's extremely devious."
Exactly, all the setters outside are bad people!
Rishia Heisuke had already walked over and crouched down beside Hinata: "It's time to head back, I'll carry you."
After being dazed for another second, Miya Atsumu raised his hand: "I.."
Before he could even finish speaking, he met the gazes of Suna and Aran, whose eyes were filled with two words and a punctuation mark.
—You?
Watching Hinata being carried out on Rishia's back, Miya Atsumu, who hadn't finished his stretches, performed a solo stretching routine under the supervision of his peers.
Meanwhile, in the player tunnel, Hinata, lying on Rishia's back, was still pondering something that puzzled him: "Heisuke, what is that senior's surname exactly? Natsume or Shiratori?"
How does it feel like either one would be a reasonable surname?
Kumagai raised a finger to explain, "Shiratori Natsume—it seems like it's just like Unabara Uta, a name cobbled together from her parents' surnames."
Unabara Uta, walking ahead, turned back. "Right, right, that's exactly it. I can't believe you actually remembered."
He seemed to have mentioned it in passing; I'm impressed Kumagai could remember; he truly is the only top student among the first-years.
Hinata was stunned for a moment: "There's a way like that too?"
Kumagai nodded, "Of course, just like Hinata, making a name out of it sounds great too. For example, Kumagai Hinata, Unabara Hinata, Rishia Hinata, things like that."
Unabara nodded, "Unabara Kumagai, Rishia Unabara, things like that.. they all sound okay."
Seeing that the topic was about to drift away, Rishia Heisuke hurriedly interrupted, "By the way, Coach told me he was going to take Shoyo to a room on the upper floor of the hotel; he's found a physiotherapist to treat Shoyo."
Hinata stopped talking and lay on Rishia, pretending to be dead.
He still remembered the blood-curdling screams of the seniors during the Interhigh. He felt a massive headache now, remembering how much he had enjoyed watching the commotion back then.
Help.. will he really be able to make it out alive?
Miya Atsumu, who was being held in a leg stretch by Aran on the court, was still wailing.
“Ushijima-senpai has ulterior motives! He tricked Shoyo into calling his name!”
Agh—easy, easy! My legs are going to break!
Chapter 113: The One Hundred and Thirteenth Fox
Squatting at the door of the hotel room, the three first-year students from Inarizaki felt a chill run down their spines as they listened to the continuous wailing coming from inside.
Combined with Hinata's naturally high-pitched voice, it had gradually turned into a piercing scream that sounded as if some gruesome dismemberment was taking place behind the door.
Their vision grew much darker as the three of them looked up, meeting the bewildered gazes of Amatori Toru and Iizuna Sho.
Standing up and straightening their posture, Kumagai was the first to greet them, "Hello, seniors."
Listening intently for a while to the sounds that turned the entire hotel corridor into a horror escape room, Amatori turned his head to look at Iizuna: "An Inarizaki little one?"
In a much better mood, he chuckled, "Oh dear, how tragic."
Iizuna-senpai twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to say that they wouldn't escape either.
But driven by the thought of getting revenge first, Amatori pushed open the ajar door under the wary gazes of the three from Inarizaki.
Teacher Mikail! I'm coming to help!
The blonde Caucasian physiotherapist pressed down on the struggling Hinata: "Good timing, hold him down for me, his leg muscles are so stiff.."
Iizuna-senpai, don't just stand there watching, come and help.
Iizuna-senpai shrugged his shoulders, indicating his innocence, before stepping inside with a light gait.
After the two entered, the crying and screaming inside gradually subsided.
The three first-years exchanged glances, seeing the indelible terror in each other's eyes.
No, why on earth did Coach Kurosu find a physiotherapist from Itachiyama!
Under these circumstances, with all these old and new grudges coming at once.. will Hinata really make it out alive!
In the next second, Hinata's voice, which was already on the verge of being hoarse from crying, rang out once again.
Help me—Rishia, save me!!
Agh—
"You were running around so happily on the court just now, but now you've fallen into our hands." Amatori had a mischievous grin on his face.
If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have behaved back then. It would have been so much better not to follow that bastard Miya Atsumu and cause trouble. Don't you agree, Hinata Shoyo?
Iizuna glared at him: "They've paid, so rein it in."
Hinata couldn't care about the snot already running from his nose; he could only scream with all his might, "He—lp me!!"
Rishia Heisuke looked up at the tragic scene inside, ultimately silently closed the door again, pressing his hands together in a silent prayer for Hinata.
Right at that moment, the door to the room opposite quietly opened.
A face half-covered by a mask peered through the crack in the door: "So noisy."
In the dark hotel corridor filled with shrill cries, a cold wind blew past the group, eyes bloodshot from staring stared at them from the crack in the door.
The three of them huddled together, feeling as though their lives were at an end.
Komori Motoya reached out and pushed the door open, letting Sakusa's figure appear in everyone's sight: "What are you doing? Don't scare the juniors. You won't escape in a moment, either."
Sakusa frowned: "I'm not going to cry."
Watching Sakusa's departing back, Komori raised a hand to scratch his face.
He turned his head and said to the three from Inarizaki, "Um, we're going to take a break here.."
Kumagai understood immediately. He raised his hand and slammed the door behind him shut, sealing those cries for help inside.
Rishia wanted to say something, but he had no chance to say it.
In the end, he could only kneel obediently alongside the other two under Komori's watchful gaze.
Yeah, he'll remember to help clean up Hinata's mess..
Hang in there, Hinata.
When Miya Atsumu was being escorted over, Aran and Suna ran straight into Amatori, who was dragging Hinata out.
He was still wearing a mask, with the motionless Hinata, he looked exactly like a criminal cleaning up a crime scene.
As the first-year group tossed Hinata to the other side, Amatori clapped his hands: "Yo, here comes another one."
With a look of terror on his face, Miya Atsumu hadn't even reacted before Aran kicked him inside.
Amatori stood at the door with his hands on his hips, showing no intention of going inside.
Iizuna-senpai poked his head out: "Aren't you coming to help?"
Amatori Toru, with a look of pure disgust on his face, said, "No, his heart.. just touching him makes me feel like my hands have been contaminated."
Besides, he's such a big guy, it would be exhausting to press him.
The naturally clean Iizuna-senpai felt this was reasonable, so he also walked out, ignoring Miya Atsumu.
"Where are they! What are they doing!" Teacher Mikail called out to his two capable assistants.
Iizuna and Amatori exchanged a glance, both simultaneously looked toward Aran and Suna.
Amatori pointed at Aran, after he looked over, he pointed inside, finally raising his hand to make a throat-slitting gesture.
Aran understood immediately, Suna took out his phone and a tripod.
The two of them both gave an OK gesture to the two people from Itachiyama, then pushed open the door and walked in one after another.
Before long, Miya Atsumu's screams could be heard from inside.
Agh—Aran, you bastard! Let go!
You bastard Rintaro, what are you doing! Stop hitting it!!
Rishia raised his hand and slammed the door shut, cutting off the noise from inside.