Chapter 4: Plan Change Past.

After completing her registration, Rosabella began studying how to play volleyball to help her achieve her goals. If she remembers correctly, Pearl won this position that year. This is also the starting point for their meeting. But now that Rosabella is here, not a shy Rosabella or afraid, she won't let history repeat itself, and she won't let Louis slip away, ever.

First, Rosabella feels she needs a good volleyball. It wasn't until a few days before the team's coach started gathering people for a week's survey. Therefore, Rosabella must learn how to play volleyball and know the rules.

Rosabella knows volleyball is a favorite sport and a bridge between Louis and Pearl. So, even if she doesn't have the talent to grow on this path, it's okay to go from nothing to nothing. Rosabella created something in common between Louis and her.

If God doesn't make it, he creates himself. What's Rosabella afraid of?

For Rosabella, the rules of the game, how to move, and the duties of each position are small. She doesn't excel in physical strength and mindset when she plays sports. So even the most basic moves are still complicated for Rosabella to learn independently.

She's been struggling at the empty stadium for two days, and she's been nowhere. Batting, cushions, tee shots, she can't do anything. Rosabella sighed in her heart, and it was easy to see other people playing, but only when it was time to practice she found it challenging to pick stars in the sky.

"When did you play like that?"

After the shot went entirely to the left, Rosabella almost rubbed her swollen hands red and bruised, depressed to run to pick up the ball. Someone came to help her.

"Why are you here? You went to Polytechnic?" Rosabella picked up the ball from Jonathan. How could she forget her childhood best friend was a professional volleyball player?

But Jonathan is a bit taller than Rosabella memory. His skin is a bit tanned. Only, that's not exactly what she needs to be concerned about right now.

Taking the ball from Rosabella's hand, Jonathan began to lift the ball and the direct ball cushion movement to the sky, which was skillful, fluent, and beautiful again.

"How come I don't remember you this great?"

"what do you remember?" He didn't even come to the semi-finals because of the same schedule as Louis.

If Rosabella could pay attention to him a little, would it be so hard right now?

When did Rosabella turn her head to see who was next to her?

The Earth revolves around the sun.

The moon revolves around the Earth.

Who can reach whom?

Jonathan stopped the movement in his hand, continuously hitting the ball on the ground so that the ball would bounce. "It's a good ball, but it's a little hard, and I don't like the cushioning of my arm hurts.”

"You teach me."

"What are you studying for? I've never seen you passionate about these sports. You're weak like a lollipop, and you're always lazy to learn how to exercise. What toxic wind hits you?"

"Teaching or not teaching?"

"Taught for you, who would say no."

Rosabella and Jonathan like to joke around. They've known each other since childhood and grew up together, so there's never been any gap between them.

If he did, it would seem that just as soon as Jonathan discovered that Rosabella liked Louis, he went missing for more than two months. Even the shadow didn't show in front of her half-step. But Rosabella of that day was still engrossed in the girl's pink fantasies, with no time to care about him.

Jonathan realized how shallow his place in this dear friend's heart was. He's never been put on the scale by her compared to Louis. Because there's only one person in her eyes, and he, yes or no, doesn't matter.

Jonathan pulled Rosabella's hand and led her to the wall, and then he started modeling: "Try each of these today. Put your hand like this, hold it, like a bag, at the bottom a little bit big. See, it'll be easier to grab the ball. You practice lifting the ball a little bit, starting from a close distance, getting used to it, and you'll step back. Look at me, you understand?"

Jonathan stands right behind Rosabella, arms around the front, correcting her movements. At such a close distance, he felt a throbbing sense of emptiness in his chest, which seemed to want to fill his whole body in front of him.

His stupid girl, when will she open her eyes wide to see his true feelings?

"When will I be able to fight in this way?"

Rosabella slowly hit the ball, suddenly turned her head, and caught a look of bewitchment that she couldn't hide.

He ducked aside and stepped back, his ears red, raising his defense tone.

"I can't do it quickly. Practice. Why are you so curious?"

Rosabella has begun to understand the basic moves better, thanks to the particular coach. Although she flies from place to place when hitting the ball, at least she understands how to use her hands and how to see the ball's path.

After the final training, Rosabella ran to buy two bottles of water at the grocery store and then gave it to Jonathan, who was sweating profusely and breathing uphill.

"Why do you run when you don't? You run so many laps!"

He picked up a bottle of water with a gulp. "To not think as a fool."

"Who do you like?"

"You learned this because of the male student up there?" 

Jonathan drank all the water from the bottle, then threw the shell hard into a nearby trash can. One bite to eat. But it still doesn't help him at all with his troubles.

"I don't want to go in the back forever. I want him to notice me."

It was late in the afternoon, and the air was a little low, with each cloud of sky streaked with beautiful purple. Jonathan doesn't keep looking at Rosabella, and he's headed somewhere far away. If only his love were as beautiful as the sky this afternoon, with no sorrow.

"It's always windy in the evening, and girls are so dressed!”

 Jonathan put his coat over Rosabella's head, and he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and wide shorts and just turned around and got on the tram, and disappeared.

He doesn't want Rosabella to know he's hurt.

Which is ridiculous. She probably won't even know he's been hurt for so long. She's such an idiot.

Rosabella mumbles in her mouth. Pull the top of her head and put it on when the wind blows through. What a relief!

Jonathan is much taller than Rosabella, so he's wearing a shirt covering more than half his thigh.

Now that Rosabella knows more about volleyball, it might be better to figure out how to beat Pearl next.

This halo, she won't let anyone take it from her. Pearl won't!

Rosabella thought that if the assistant position belonged to her, she would become Pearl in that beautiful love story. She'll come forward, mate with Louis, then there will be a good relationship between her and him.

As long as she gets this start, she will no longer be a supporting character, just watching the male and female protagonists come together in pain, so she must try and give her all her energy in exchange. She won't lose. She won't fail.