"Sendou!!" The instant Wade made a sudden move, Narumiya shouted from the bench.
"Smack!"
"Safe!"
Wade's quick-turn Pickoff Throw did not get Sendou out.
"His reactions and first step are both so fast!
He was confident he could react even to a pickoff. Is he trying to shake us with that insulting attitude?
F**k!" Karal cursed inwardly as he watched Sendou take another seemingly casual lead off the base.
To him, Sendou was like trash talk in basketball—disgusting and infuriating!
More importantly, that last play had made Karal realize that they really had no good way to deal with Sendou!!
He could not stand the guy, yet he could not take him down. It was damn disgusting!!
"Was that what you discussed just now?
Is that why you were watching their movements so intently?
Trying to shake them up?
Their pitcher is practically about to explode with anger!" Miyuki glanced at Sendou before turning to Narumiya.
"Heh!
This is called seamless coordination between top players, you know?" The white-haired boy proudly raised his chin, as though even his nose had grown longer!
"No wonder you were trying so hard." Shirakawa was not about to listen to his nonsense.
"Huh...?
Hmph! It is not as simple as you all think!!" Narumiya had not expected his teammates to suddenly stab him in the back. Caught off guard for a moment, he finally forced himself to stay calm and changed the subject.
"What a boy," Carlos said with a chuckle.
Sometimes, God of Cards' lips gave off a strangely seductive impression.
What Carlos really meant was that he was easy to placate and completely under someone else's thumb!
Smart people like Miyuki and Shirakawa naturally understood at once, each showing a different expression.
"The game's about to resume!" Just as the white-haired boy