Dimensional Chat Room

Chapter 174 Baseball Pitcher

The white sun slants into the stadium, dazzling people's eyes, and there is a kind of anxiety and depression in the air. The weather in May was quite cool, and a drop of heat flowed down the forehead of the pitcher who had focused his entire field of vision.

The pitcher's interest wasn't baseball, at least not at first. But one day the teacher discovered his talent. It’s not that dramatic when you say it. You say you’re “discovering your talent.” In fact, you’re just throwing empty cans into the trash because you don’t mind the trouble. I thought you’d be scolded, but instead you were patted on the shoulder and said, “That’s a pretty accurate throw.” ”, and then somehow joined the baseball club.

Maybe it really is talent. Whether it is the speed or accuracy of pitching, after some training, he can easily surpass his seniors who have been trained for a long time.

Therefore, in a baseball club with strict rules and clear distinction between seniors and seniors, only as a junior can I stand in this position and lead the school into Koshien.

After a year of hard work and sweat, getting up early and training day after day, and working hard game after game, it no longer matters whether baseball is a hobby or not. It has been integrated into my life and philosophy.

The game has reached the breaking point. With the hope and glory in his hands, this goal cannot be missed.

The sun became hot in the pitcher's eyes, and the sweat drops on his forehead slid down his cheeks and chin, dripping onto the field and moistening the loess.

"Ye You, which school do you think can win?"

Ye You, who was immersed in reading, raised his eyes and glanced around the venue.

"The pitcher's heartbeat was obviously irregular, his breathing was disordered, and his muscles were tense. Although his eyes were staring at the bat, they were dull. His head was obviously empty and his thinking was rigid. He was very likely to miss this ball."

Kasumigaoka, who was on Ye You's right, touched his chin and stared at the mung bean-sized figure in the field: "You can really make it up, can you see clearly?"

"Do you want to bet?" It was Qiong who answered the question, sitting on Ye You's left hand side. The three of them deliberately chose a relatively empty seat. After all, it was just a little-known qualifier. There were still many seats that had not been sold. Most of the people who came were students and parents of the school.

"What bet?"

Light novelists always have plenty of energy for ups and downs of development.

"If the pitcher loses, hang a sign in the club activity room, "Even if we live in isolation, we are not alone." "

Sla.

Ye You, who was flipping through the book, shook his hand and tore off a corner of the page.

"What's wrong?" Kasumigaoka looked over.

Ye You grinned and glanced at Qiong. The girl's innocent big eyes blinked innocently.

Then he said, "Too bad, this is a book borrowed from the library."

"Just pay it back three times." Kasumigaoka didn't care.

"It's not about this, it's about credibility. My points will soon reach the top."

"The pitching is about to begin." Qiong interrupted, "Senior, do you want to bet?"

Qiong proposed it when he joined the Literature Club, but in the end he never implemented it. First, we have to find the person who wrote it, and then frame it, which is too troublesome.

Xia Zhiqiu glanced at Ye You suspiciously, said nothing, and then accepted Qiong's bet.

"Okay, if he loses, Mum... just find a way to get your brother to join the club."

"Why are you getting involved with me? Besides, even if I join the club, I am still a ghost member." Ye You closed the book. Although he could take a break from the busy city, these two people really couldn't let people relax.

"I don't need you to tell me, but wouldn't it be more interesting if we all were in the same club? This is a perfect opportunity for you to form a harem, right?"

Kasumigaoka's plump breasts leaned forward and she said seductively.

"It's pitched." Ye You said loudly, directing the two people's attention to the court.

With a whoosh, the bat was empty.

But the white baseball didn't fly toward the catcher. It flew out of the field at a diagonal angle of more than 15 degrees.

"It's wrong! Is it so different?"

Then Kasumigaoka saw the pitcher kneeling on the ground as if all his strength had been drained, and motionless as if he was petrified.

The players in white uniforms threw their bats and gloves upwards and ran and hugged each other. In sharp contrast were the members in black uniforms, who were floating aimlessly like wandering spirits. Stadium, or standing straight in place.

Lost.

There seems to be a sad color coming through.

The sadness revealed and the joy overflowing from the other team deeply moved Kasumigaoka. She stood up suddenly and opened her hands.

"This is youth, youth! Everyone works hard for the same thing, is happy for the same thing, and sheds tears for the same thing! Ahhhh, yes! Yes! This is the feeling, it can't work anymore. It's about to overflow. , something is about to spill out!”

Ye You looked at the excited Kasumigaoka. Although he understood her mood, it was probably the same feeling when inspiration was exhausted and literary thoughts surged, but the expression was different. But I still can’t agree with Black Silk Senior’s actions. Fortunately, there was no one around, otherwise I would definitely be labeled as "a weird person who hangs out with a nymphomaniac."

"Well, can you sit down first?" Ye You pressed her shoulders.

"Well, let's decide which design company to find first. I want to hang that sentence in the most conspicuous place in the activity room." Qiong fiddled with his hair and said softly.

"Of course, no problem, let's go down first."

Kasumigaoka stood up again and walked off the field.

"What do you want to do?" Ye You pulled Qiong and followed helplessly.

"Of course it's for collecting materials. I want to observe it more closely. Ye You, come here quickly."

Kasumigaoka is always willful when facing Ye You, and seems not to know what "causing trouble" means.

"Hey, slow down. If you get lost, I will go back directly." Ye You called from behind.

Players on the field went to the locker room to change clothes one after another. Whether it was to encourage each other or to sell the future, it was a good place for the players to communicate.

Kasumigaoka took Ye You to the corridor off the court and walked towards the locker room.

"So the staff won't stop it?" Qiong stretched his neck curiously as the smooth floor of the wide corridor reflected the incandescent lights.

"It's not a big competition. In the end, this is just an entertainment activity for high school students. Even if you are a real Koshien, it doesn't mean you can become a professional player." Ye You said with a smile.

The three of them were walking in the empty corridor. When they were only a few steps away from the locker room, ridicule and muffled sounds came from the crack in the door.

"The pitcher with the most potential in the entire club is just a piece of shit!"

"By being obedient to the teacher, I shamelessly squeezed Brother Haotian down, and actually made this kind of shot!"

"I think it's better not to use your right hand."

(I’m in Sanya these days, and I’m going back during the Lantern Festival. I’m typing on my mobile phone, and my thoughts are incoherent, and I’m not used to it, so please forgive me.)