"You said you only brought your ears, but you really are so damn long-winded and noisy!"
"But I knew he hadn't practiced with a Wooden Bat for long. Was he still not fully in form?" Coach Kevin thought to himself after speaking.
"Tap!"
"Smack!"
"Safe!"
Even with the advantage of one bad ball, Qian ultimately hit a fly ball to the outfield!
However, Sendou seized the opportunity to return to home plate and score first for the Tokyo representatives!
"Sorry!
I only managed this much to bring you home!
And the placement wasn't good either..." Qian apologized quietly as he walked toward the bench with Sendou.
"Don't worry about it!
The match has only just begun. This was supposed to be the observation phase.
And it was luck that I managed to score a run at all. There's no need to be so dissatisfied!" Sendou replied with a smile.
Qian nodded and said nothing more, but everyone knew his Fighting Spirit had already been ignited!
"Honestly!
You're terrifying as an opponent, but having you as a teammate is really reassuring!
Nice!
Both your batting and baserunning!" Carlos said with a smile, holding out his hand.
"Even though there was something wrong with that pitch itself, thank you!"
The two happily high-fived.
"Nice batting!" Even Shirakawa behind Carlos quietly offered his congratulations. For someone with such a sharp tongue, that was already rare.
"Thanks!"
"Yay, yay!" White Hair bounced around like a child—or rather, a monkey.
...Dancing!
"Hm?" Sendou looked over in confusion.
Their gazes met. White Hair instinctively grabbed Yamaoka's clothes, hiding a quarter of his body behind him like a timid little wife.
He looked as though he were complaining that Sendou had glared at him...
Distracted by something else, Yamaoka felt someone grab him and looked utterly