Su Qing knew that Narumiya Mei was the type who responded to softness rather than force. He seemed carefree on the surface, but he cared about his body more than anyone. Still, that was a pitcher's nature. Back in college, Su Qing had been reckless too, constantly getting scolded by his coach and nearly dropping in the Draft Pick because of it.
Ever since he had become a full-time pitcher, he had not even been "proactive" about running the bases anymore.
"What I said earlier may have been a little exaggerated, but there really is a risk. And there's absolutely no need for you to rush things. You're still young, and you can keep developing. Wait until your body has fully matured before trying to increase your velocity, okay?"
Eeh~
To Su Qing's surprise, Narumiya Mei lowered his head.
"What if I stop growing?"
"How could that happen? Haven't you grown over the past few months?"
Su Qing seriously suspected that Narumiya Mei's nutrition had never kept up before. Coupled with his intense exercise regimen, that had probably stunted his growth. Otherwise, it was hard to explain how Narumiya Mei had shot up two centimeters in just two months.
"My parents aren't especially tall. My father is 185, and my mother is only 160."
Su Qing fell silent. Height was indeed heavily influenced by genetics. But there were exceptions—Su Qing himself, for example. His father was only 195 and his mother was 180, yet he had grown to 198.
But there was no way he could use himself as an example for Narumiya Mei!
"But you're already 177. I think reaching 187 shouldn't be a problem at all. I have a friend who wasn't very tall in high school either, about the same height you are now. But during his