Volleyball Positions For Dummies の小説・ストーリー

Five to a side, three guys and two girls, will make for a good matchup. “Yellow line is out,” the male lifeguard states, standing on the wooden picnic table at the side of the net. “Just have fun. Let’s volley for the serve.” He tosses the white ball towards the center of the net. The other team cannot return the volley, so we serve first. “How do you want us to line up?” Dallas asks, looking in Schuyler’s direction. Schuyler doesn’t answer; she just shrugs. “Come on,” Dallas whines. “You’re better at this than we are. Help us.”

I snapped. “It’s not like that, mosh. The setter and libero are both important. A team cannot function at its best if there will be no setter who will be making the play and the libero will be receiving the ball to connect with the setter so you can set up a play. But what’s the point of it, if there will be no one who will be executing the play properly? You are the only reliable spiker in your team. The others can’t even receive the ball properly let alone keep it straight in the air. You can’t do it alone. It’s not as if there is no rotation in volleyball but as you know, there is. If you are already at the back line, Trina can’t expect you to spike much especially that we both know that

It's confusing but as long as you win, you know you'll win. Shaking hands at opponents before a game is a thing to them. Although it's naturally every after a match, they prefer to shake hands first before going in. As Hayley step inside the court, she let out a sigh and proceed to her spot. She isn't tall like the others so they just randomly gave her the libero role which is damn vital. They said she can pass well but diving to save a ball is not Hayley's thing or so she thinks.

I told her. I went to back-left position of the court, hoping that the ball didn't come to me. Belle was serving first on the other team, so starting in the back might have been a bad idea, especially since Belle was a skilled volleyball player. She served it with an overhand serve directly at me. I tried bumping it, but I panicked at the last minute and missed. Loni scoffed and retrieved the ball. "Here's a hint," she said. "Try hitting the ball."

The game started with us having a head start because of Ezra's straight service aces. It makes it harder for me to watch as the other team continues to struggle just by receiving his serves. Whenever they receive it, the vice-captain's iron defense makes them lose hope. So people are telling me that our team hasn't won the championship with this team? How absurd is that? Ezra's next serve was excellently received by the other team's libero, and they attacked back. Oh, a libero is a defensive specialist position in volleyball. They're not allowed to spike like the others and could only receive the ball.

Zack was a midfielder. Coach blew his whistle, and we began playing. Zack passed the ball to our teammate, and the teammate passed the ball to Solomon. Solomon passed the ball to his fellow center-back, and the defender drove forward with the ball. I started moving forward and raised my hand, calling for the ball. The defender sighted me and lifted a pass to me.

Dimitri, standing at first base, adjusted his hat, catching Zayden's determined gaze. Archil, playing shortstop, was jumping up and down, getting his adrenaline pumping, while Marcello, the catcher, was gesturing with his fingers, communicating in a code that only they understood. Javier, who was in the outfield, straightened his shoulders, preparing himself for every possible ball flying towards him.

He must have realized I didn’t know how to play the sport, so he made sure the ball would land in my position. Leslie saved me, running in my direction and setting the ball, positioning it in the air for Ariana before Addie hit it over the net. I had watched my cousin many times playing volleyball in high school, making me familiar with the sport, and I knew that for someone who didn’t know how to play it, getting out of their way as they passed and hit the ball to the other side was the best move.

It seems like she was trying to protect it from them. When one of her friends took off her glasses, I could see her eyes were the colour of the sky. A dark purple in colour, almost a dark green. But it wasn’t just that. Her irises were like the night sky, or something more poetic. Her hair was black and wavy, falling in waves from either side of her face that made me feel drawn to them. I had no idea why until later on, but I would look at her and she would make my heart beat faster, like nothing else mattered. I think that's where I fell for her. After that, I got to know her through my brother. On the basketball team, five players will play on the court. The remaining will sit in the stand

“Evan, switch with Milo. And Milo—play setter for now.” It wasn’t a usual change. Milo wasn’t normally placed in setter position, but he didn’t argue. He moved. The game resumed. Gal kept watching. Milo was quick on his feet, not the most graceful setter, but adaptable. Evan looked frustrated, even if he tried to hide it. Then, out of nowhere, Evan misjudged a spike from the opposite team and took a volleyball straight to the face. The ball bounced off and thudded to the floor. Evan staggered back, blinking. Everyone froze for a second.