Hinata breathed a huge sigh of relief, pumping his fist in celebration. "Ohhh! We did it!"
He reached out a hand, not far away, Miya Atsumu leaned in to give him a high five. "Beautiful! That was so cool, Shoyo!"
Very good, he's going to be just as cool in a moment.
Their traditional attire is indeed better suited for archery; Oikawa-senpai's decent performance with the darts just now was likely bolstered by the clothing itself.
—That's what Miya Atsumu thought.
Hinata's performance in the last two arrows was also quite good, with a seven and a nine, which could be considered a very decent score.
The staff members were also clapping nearby.
Although Hinata used the lightest bow, his score itself wasn't the highest among all the contestants today. However, considering he is a beginner, this score can be described as quite impressive.
With Hinata setting the example, Miya Atsumu's performance was also quite decent, scoring two sevens and an eight.
However, once he got the bow, he started immediately without communicating with the staff to exchange it for a more suitable one, which made the bow Hinata had originally used seem a bit awkward in his hands.
Imai had also wanted to take a couple of photos of Miya Atsumu, but no matter how she looked at it, they didn't look very good, so in the end, she could only give up in regret.
She and Unabara Uta weren't as lucky this time; the two of them missed their targets repeatedly, with Imai hitting one arrow and Unabara Uta hitting two.
Feeling that his own performance had been quite decent, Miya Atsumu originally wanted to check Oikawa's score to wash away his previous shame, only to find that Oikawa hadn't come over at all; instead, he had gone over to the air pistol section first.
Miya Atsumu was very angry.
Miya Atsumu felt that Oikawa Tooru couldn't take a joke.
Chapter 468: The Four Hundred and Sixty-Eighth Fox
Compared to the archery side, there were more people over by the air gun side.
After all, the usual venue rental fees are much more than five hundred yuan, so many people interested in this come to try it out.
When Hinata and the others arrived, they happened to see Oikawa Tooru shooting with one hand, following the signal from a staff member nearby.
Just as Miya Atsumu was about to curl his lip in a sneer, Hinata's voice suddenly came from beside him: "So cool."
Miya Atsumu turned his head to look at him, while Hinata was staring intently at Oikawa Tooru.
After trying to summarize it in his head, Hinata had a sudden flash of inspiration and held up a finger, saying, "Like some kind of Super Agent!"
Atsumu let out a sneer and retorted, "I think you look like an insurance salesman.. no, like a hotel security guard."
The handsome laser sunglasses locked onto Miya Atsumu at that moment, while the staff nearby announced Oikawa Tooru's score at the same time.
Seven, eight, nine.
Unabara Uta said softly to Imai, "Having a steady hand really does provide an advantage. It's a good result for a first attempt; just make some fine adjustments later."
Oikawa Tooru slightly lifted his chin and said to Miya Atsumu, "It's your turn."
Hinata blinked. "We haven't even lined up yet."
Oikawa was momentarily choked by him, his provocation abruptly cut off, causing a sudden urge to retort to surge within his heart.
No, no, no, this is all Aran's fault! He didn't used to like complaining so much!
Unwilling to fall behind, Miya Atsumu had already gone to line up, taking the opportunity to instruct Imai to take some handsome photos of him.
Aran spoke up at that moment: "Shoyo, don't be so pragmatic at a time like this; the celebrities are about to go to war."
Hinata raised his hand and covered his mouth, signaling that he would stop talking.
Even so, his gaze remained fixed on the sunglasses on Oikawa's face.
Iridescent laser, in a cool triangular shape..
Seeing his restlessness, Oikawa Tooru reached up to adjust the sunglasses on his face. "Do you want to try them on?"
Beautiful eyes peeked out from beneath his sunglasses; although it was clear that Oikawa Tooru was not wearing any makeup, it did not diminish his handsomeness in the slightest.
Hinata looked at Oikawa Tooru with a face full of excitement: "Is it okay!"
Taking out a black mask and putting it on, Oikawa Tooru casually took off the sunglasses from his face and handed them to Hinata: "Of course."
Miya Atsumu, who finally got his turn, picked up the air gun from the table and struggled to fit his long-nailed fingers onto the trigger.
Striking a handsome pose, he tilted his head slightly toward the sidelines, only to come face-to-face with a pair of sunglasses so bright they could blind a person.
He shuddered all over, nearly pulling the trigger and giving the safety officer beside him a fright.
The Shinto Priest raised his hand and lightly adjusted the sunglasses on his face, looking very handsome.
The Super Agent beside him stood with hands on hips, giving Miya Atsumu a slight nod of the chin.
Miya Atsumu's expression crumbled.
He admitted that those sunglasses were indeed very cool, he had the thought of buying a pair a long time ago, but.. they really didn't suit Hinata.
With this pair of sunglasses, which were clearly a size larger than his face, the short Hinata looked a lot like a certain character from a certain adventure movie.
The staff signaled that Miya Atsumu could begin shooting. There were still quite a few people waiting in line; although registration had just closed, they couldn't afford to waste any time considering the Finals were coming up.
Miya Atsumu swallowed the words in his throat and immediately focused all of his attention on shooting.
Set the matter of the sunglasses aside for now; the focus right now is.. he absolutely cannot lose to Oikawa-senpai.
The target for this air gun is also ten meters away; since it's about the same size, the aiming can slightly reference the archery from just now.
Moreover, the air gun in his hands had a sight, making it much easier to control his position.
Miya Atsumu held the air gun, his arm and wrist remaining incredibly steady without any shaking.
The staff members who had been watching from the side all day marveled slightly; the most difficult part of this project was actually the requirement for a steady hand, since the gun itself had weight, it was even harder to control.
As long as one can ensure hand stability, the subsequent aiming becomes much easier to manage.
With a snap, the first shot was fired by Miya Atsumu.
The screen beside them displayed six rings.
Oikawa stood by the sidelines with his arms crossed over his chest, letting out a soft sneer.
Miya Atsumu adjusted his angle unhurriedly, then fired a second shot with great decisiveness.
Nine rings.
Oikawa Tooru lowered his hands and looked at Miya Atsumu with a slight frown, a faint sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
As long as the final shot is within the ninth ring, then he hasn't lost.
In the next instant, a sharp crack rang out once more.
This final shot was unerring, hitting the bullseye dead center.
Applause broke out as the screen displayed a ten.
The true experts had finished their tests in the morning, in this place where everyone was just a novice looking to join the excitement, a ten has not appeared for a long time.
And Miya Atsumu's ten-ring shot could be said to be the only one in these two hours.
Miya Atsumu spun the gun around his finger, earning terrified looks from the staff members nearby.
He cleared his throat, placed the gun back on the tray, then walked toward the sidelines.
Hinata raised a hand to cover his chest. "So, so cool."
“Atsumu-ge, your last shot was so cool! It was just.."
Miya Atsumu tilted his head slightly, reaching out to snatch the sunglasses from Hinata's face and tossing them back to Oikawa Tooru. "Just what?"
The eyes beneath the sunglasses were incredibly bright, Hinata used the cheesy pickup lines he had learned from Unabara Uta with absolute sincerity: "You've struck right at my heart!"
Atsumu was amused by Hinata, since he was in a very good mood after winning this duel against Oikawa Tooru, he reached out to fiddle with the pendant on Hinata's ear. "Then you'd better keep my handsome figure firmly in your memory."
Oikawa Tooru curled his lip.
Regardless, he was in a position where victory was certain; as long as his arrows didn't all miss the target, he would win.
After all.. someone's darts were all zeros!
Hinata returned with a four and two sevens.
His face was full of frustration: "My hands shake, I can't control them at all."
As expected, compared to these top-tier setters, he was still far behind.
Once he goes back, he'll probably have to ask Miya Atsumu for some serious advice on how to make his hands steadier..
When Oikawa Tooru was practicing archery, Miya Atsumu, knowing he was bound to lose, decisively acted like a rogue and grabbed Hinata to make a run for it.
To put it plainly.. when did he ever compete with Oikawa-senpai?
That's not true!
Miya Atsumu and Hinata didn't go to the most crowded haunted house; after taking enough photos, the two of them prepared to head back to the hotel first.
After returning the clothes and props, Miya Atsumu, who hadn't removed his makeup, took Hinata downstairs to buy small packages of cleansing balm, planning to remove it back at the hotel.
The later it gets, the more crowded the subway becomes, so it was best to leave before the event had even finished.
By the time they returned to the hotel, it was already 8:30 PM. Hinata collapsed onto the soft, large bed in the hotel and took a long, deep stretch.
He shouted, "I'm so happy—"
Miya Atsumu, who had neatly arranged the two people's shoes, sat down beside him: "It really is very exciting."
Hinata rolled over slightly, allowing himself to see Miya Atsumu's face.
Before, his attention had been captivated by all the colorful things outside, but now.. he wanted to take a good look at Miya Atsumu's face.
Noticing his gaze, Miya Atsumu did not hesitate; he leaned down, bracing himself with one hand beside Hinata's face, gave him a light kiss.
He stood up, looking down at Hinata.
Under Hinata's gaze of "is it over already?", the mischievous Atsumu increased the distance between the two of them, tilting his chin toward the bathroom. "Alright, go wash up, take off your makeup, take a shower."
Hinata lay on the bed, staring blankly at the patterns on Miya Atsumu's face.
Just as he was about to reach out and grab Miya Atsumu's collar to force a kiss, Miya Atsumu, who had anticipated this, had already stood up and moved to the other side to bow.
Seeing that Miya Atsumu really didn't mean it, Hinata sat on the bed alone for half a minute before grabbing his shorts and short-sleeved pajamas and heading into the bathroom without looking back.