The game schedule is like the blazing sun, hanging in the hearts of every baseball boy. As a seed school, they can just wait behind and wait for the schools in front to break through.
But before that, the long-awaited back number finally turned into a physical object and was placed in the hands of Kōshū, "No. 7, Kōshū!"
"Hi!" No. 1 is of course senior Tanba.
After returning to the team, Kōshū turned over this piece of light fabric and said, 'This is the reward after the fierce competition... Why do you feel that human beings always fight so hard for some concepts created by themselves? '
"No. 10, Kawakami!"
"No. 11, Furuya!"
"No. 19, Kominato Haruichi!"
"Number 20!"
"Hi!" Before the supervisor could call out his name, Eijun rushed forward, holding the last piece of fabric as if he were holding a treasure he had just obtained, "Back number, my back number, woo woo woo."
'Haha, Eijun is no longer big or small. 'Kōshū looked at this scene and laughed out loud along with many seniors, 'But-' He turned over the piece of cloth again, 'How do you get it on the back? I thought it was a uniform with the back number printed on it. '
When he knew that this piece of cloth would be handed over to the managers and sewn on the uniform piece by piece, he couldn't help but have a question mark in his mind. In fact, he had already had this question before. Although he was only the manager of Baseball Club, in Kōshū's impression, he was the logistics staff of the interest club, but is it really good to recruit all girls?
These girls usually clean the ball, carry and organize the equipment, and Training Camp cook. Boys who grew up in a Chinese environment used to be the default support staff in the class, doing physical work. But when they came to Baseball Club in Japan, it was the other way around. This made it difficult for his 'gentleman' heart to enjoy the services of girls in peace. Many times he would help himself when he saw it.
So later, after asking in the cafeteria for the answer that the manager had sewn the cloth on, he went directly to Takashima Rei and reported back that he hoped that strips of peel-and-loop fasteners could be sewn on the players' backs, and managers were not required to do this.
The reason why I told her instead of supervising her was that, firstly, it was a small matter, but someone with the power to make the decision needed to make the decision, and secondly, as a woman, Takashima Rei could understand it better.
Adjusting her glasses, Takashima Rei said, "I actually considered asking the managers to sew it on because it would make it stronger. But what you said is indeed a method. I will try it out before talking about it." When she sent the child away, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart. Should she say that he is from a different country or that he has a different personality? Kōshū always has a lot of ideas. Well, this may be the reason why he is popular with girls.
As for the other careless boys, after hearing that the method of sticking their number on their backs was changed this year, they didn't even think of asking. They were so nervous that they missed the opportunity to learn the truth. When the managers organized a group to hand-deliver the sewn uniforms with the number on their backs to Kōshū, they secretly wondered: 'Damn, they are all cut into pieces and tanned into black charcoal. Why is that guy so favored by the managers? '
Everyone at Seido stood at the opening ceremony of Jingu Stadium with the slogan of the new method. The sun on this day had already shown a bit of the harshness of summer. On the spacious court, In the form of one person standing in a column, the team of East and West Tokyo was standing. Kōshū was originally supposed to stand in front according to the number on his back, but he took two steps slowly and fell behind, gathering with the first graders.
"It's so hot." The brim of the baseball cap couldn't cover his neck at all. Kōshū felt sweat spreading over the sunburned area, which was already starting to sting.
"Hey, Furuya, don't fall on me!"
The voice of Sawamura came from behind. What's going on? That guy Furuya, is he dead now? Fortunately, he has already experienced the summer in Tokyo and has built up a tolerance, but it's still so hot.
"Furuya——Stand up straight!" Sawamura seemed to be gritting his teeth and speaking forcefully, and then——
(Warning: There is a description of Xiaoqiang in the next paragraph, please read it as appropriate)
A hot body was leaning on Kōshū's back. The clothes, which were already wet with sweat, were in direct contact with the back. Kōshū even heard the sound of water, just like when Xiaoqiang stepped on it, it The shell squeezed and made a crisp sound. As the shell cracked, juice and contents were left out, and it came out with a 'pop' sound and stuck to the sole of the person's shoe. I'm sorry, Kōshū felt the sweat on his back, which made him feel unhappy for a moment.
"Ze-mura-" Kōshū's words suddenly made the surrounding air colder by two points. Furuya was suddenly so cool that his hair stood on end, and he had the strength to stand up. Eijun trembled and hid behind Haruichi.
Fortunately, the people in front had no time to pay attention to them. The entire opening ceremony seemed to have no end. By the time they found a shady place to rest outside the venue, it was already more than an hour later.
"Ah!! Kōshū, you are actually carrying an odd number! What's wrong, have you been hit? Don't you want to be a pitcher?" From a distance, Narumiya Mei's deliberately surprised voice came.
Miyuki and Kōshū looked at each other and looked back. "No, I can still throw the ball."
While the seniors and captains of the two teams were exchanging greetings, Kōshū approached Inami's team and whispered to their ace, "How about it, senior Narumiya, did you have an odd number in the first grade? If not, you were surpassed by me."
Just kidding, I coaxed Narumiya last time because I was afraid that he would just bump into other first-year students and reveal too much information. Now that the competition is about to begin, it is time to speak harshly. Kōshū is very happy to subvert his impression of Narumiya.
"Huh???!!! You brat, my ball speed is 148 right now, are you that high?" Carlos and others behind also heard these harsh words and quickly grabbed their ace, but they couldn't stop him from saying anything.
"Haha, Narumiya, a second-year senior, wants to compete with me, a first-year player, in ball speed. Of course, he will be at a disadvantage, but I can guarantee that by the time he reaches second grade, his ball speed will be higher than that of his seniors."
Isashiki saw this posture and quickly came over to hold Kōshū. Before the two captains could say a few words of declaration, they were confused by the situation and had to separate quickly to prevent the two from quarreling.
But we were already far away, and the voice of Narumiya came from over there. "You brat, I want to invest 20K for you!"
Kōshū didn't look as tense as before. He put his hands like trumpets to his mouth and said in a long voice, "Yoshi, then I'll give you 21K!"
Inami's team turned a corner, and the ace's voice could still be heard. "I want 25K!"
"Hahahahaha." Kōshū hugged his belly and laughed non-stop. The lead of Narumiya Mei was really easy to light. It was so fun to tease him.
Kuramochi warned coolly, "Be careful of a touch ball thrown by that petty pitcher."
"Ah, thank you very much."
Miyuki was watching on the side, and for some reason, he felt everyone's eyes glancing in his direction.
"Should I say that I am worthy of being the descendant of Miyuki?"
"Yeah, that's true." Why was Yuki also saying it?
"After all, he is the descendant of Miyuki."
'Hey, hey, this guy obviously did a good thing, why is he still blaming me for it?? 'Miyuki is so wronged.
The long-awaited summer for these baseball boys has finally begun.