“What? What happened?”
“He just did a no-touch ace,” Anna said, her eyebrows disappearing in her bangs.
Kyle returned for another serve, waiting for the whistle. As the referee blew it, he threw the ball up, taking three confident steps and jumping. His hand found the ball perfectly, sending it flying with such speed and force that it hit the floor despite the libero’s desperate dive for it. Another killer serve followed before the opposite team could get out of their stupor and switch their defense formation, adding another person to the second line.
When they finally received the ball and counterattacked, the team in red was ready. Watching them move into their formation, seeing the blockers jump and force the hitter to hit a cross-shot — it all happened in a second. Their movements w
