The Birth of A Volleyball Legend-Chapter 364: Tsukiji’s Last Effort! (II)

"YOSSHAAAAA!" The roar coming from Michael Wang was so pure and adulterated as the Chinese boy managed to get one point from his block. He then turned around to his teammates who stared at him in disbelief before his eyes shining brightly. "I got this, Senpai! Don’t worry, we still can do this!"

Even though not a single person knew what Michael Wang said – he talked too fast in English – all the Tsukiji supporters on the stand still gave the boy a warm welcome for his bold statement.

"Good job, Wang! This is it!"

"That is how Tsukiji players should act, not just being a pussy and giving up before everything is over!"

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"Yes! You will be our future captain, Wang!"

Michael Wang couldn’t help but grin widely as he kept hearing his name resounding from the crowd. Even though it was just a normal block, which only resulted in one normal point, for him and the rest of Tsukiji’s supporters, this wasn’t just an ordinary point.

After hitting a brick wall in the last couple of minutes, Michael Wang’s block was like an oasis in the middle of a desert. This gave them all a glimpse of hope that this team still had a chance to compete in this game, and if somehow the rest of the players couldn’t capitalize on this chance since they were too cowardly to fight back, at least they were glad that the team’s future captain was a competitive person like Michael Wang. With their future secured in the right hand, at least even though they didn’t win the game, they still had something to celebrate.

However, Michael Wang had a different thought.

He didn’t know that most of the supporters had already thought about the future, and honestly, he didn’t care about it. For now, the game was far more important for him, and he didn’t want to go down so easily without putting up a good fight.

"Come on, everyone! I cannot hear your voice!" Michael Wang waved his hand excitedly, wanting to lift up the mood on the stand. He didn’t have to do that twice, as most of them rose from their seat and started chanting loudly.

"COME ON, TSUKIJI! COME ON, MICHAEL WANG!"

"THIS IS YOUR TIME HERE! DESTROY THEM ALL!"

"MICHAEL WANG!"

All the Tsunemori players were dumbfounded when they saw the unwavering support the crowd showed for Michael Wang. This was probably the loudest they cheered today, even beating the time they sang ’You’ll never walk alone’ and their school’s anthem. No matter how the game ended, they could at least respect the crowd who hadn’t left the team yet.

As the referee blew the whistle to signal the game was about to begin again, Michael Wang walked through the service line confidently. He took a deep breath, glancing at the scoreboard unconsciously.

’21 – 17, huh? We are still 4 points behind, but we need to raise the morale between us immediately, or we can say goodbye here. I need to do something.’

With that thought, Michael Wang tossed the ball a bit higher than usual in the air, taking a deep breath before rushing forward to catch it again. He knew he had the advantage in power and height, making the serve have a sharp angle as if it fell from the sky. However, it wasn’t enough now since all of the Tsunemori players were used to it. So, he had to do something unusual to catch his opponent off guard.

’Now, what I need to do is to make contact with the top side, and finish it with my fingers pointed down… Here!’

BAM!

Seeing the ball go straight in his direction, Asahi took a step back a little, preparing himself so that the ball wouldn’t hit his body. That was a standard defensive approach for a powerful serve like this. Unfortunately, Asahi didn’t expect the ball would spin crazily after it got through the net, and as a result, it dropped instantly right in front of him without the captain able to stop it.

"HELL YEAH!" Michael Wang roared, followed by the cheers exploding from the crowd.

"COME ON, MICHAEL WANG!"

"YOU CAN DO THIS! KILL THEM ALL!"

While all the Tsukiji players celebrated widely for another point they got, the players on the other side of the net gathered immediately around their captain. "That is a topspin serve, right?" Riku asked for a confirmation.

"Yeah, I didn’t expect that." Asahi nodded solemnly. "The spin is also good, forcing the ball to drop instantly without giving me any time to react. This will be troublesome."

"Just when we are about to win, why?!" Ogawa moaned weakly, cursing his luck.

However, it seemed Yuki had a different opinion here. "I don’t think we need to be wary too much about his spin serve, Senpai." His bold statement made all the heads around him snap.

"You’ve seen the same thing as we did, right? How could you say we don’t need to worry about it?" Asahi asked incredulously.

"Well, for one reason, if he has that, he would just use it since the beginning or when their situation wasn’t this bad," Yuki answered calmly. "That serve is strong and troublesome, but the fact that he did it when we were only four points away from winning the game makes me think that there should be a reason why he didn’t dare to use it before, and the only thing I can think of is because he still hasn’t mastered this serve. So, even if he managed to score one or two from the serve, he wouldn’t be able to do it constantly."

All the Tsunemori players looked at each other before they shrugged. If their defensive anchor said they didn’t need to worry about it, who were they to question his decision? If anything, they were glad that Yuki said that, since if anything went wrong, the responsibility wouldn’t be on them.

True to Yuki’s words, though, Michael Wang failed to reproduce the serve at the same caliber as he did before. This time, the ball was entangled in between his fingers, and as a result, instead of sending a powerful topspin serve, the ball dropped instantly before it could cross the court, hitting the net with a loud ’Splash’.

"Oh, what a bad luck!"

"Don’t worry, Wang! There is still another chance later!"

"Yeah! You did a good job!"

All the Tsukiji supporters voiced their support immediately, wanting to reassure Michael Wang that they didn’t mind the failure. As for Michael Wang himself, although the failure was embarrassing, he shrugged it off nonchalantly, knowing that the two points he contributed from the strong block and a powerful serve before had already achieved what he wanted; raising the team’s morale. Now that everyone regained their spirit once again, even though it would be difficult to chase the score while not letting the opponent reach 25 points first, at least they would still have a chance here.

Or… So that was what he thought.

Unfortunately, it seemed the God of luck was not on their side today, as when Tsunemori was only three points away, the one who walked through the service line himself was Tsunemori’s deadliest executor, the team’s anchor, Yuki. Enjoy new adventures at novelbuddy

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