Chapter 230: The Last Day

Early the next morning, after Huangqian Yangyi got up, he felt his body was extremely heavy; the fatigue brought on by the first day of the intensive training camp had already begun to manifest. However, Huangqian Yangyi looked at Arima Kazusa, who was struggling even to walk and needed someone to support him down the stairs, and the few First Years who were currently finding it a struggle just to go to class.

Upon arriving at the classroom, Huangqian Yangyi lasted less than half an hour before collapsing onto his desk and falling fast asleep. In the classrooms upstairs and downstairs, every single member of the Seido First String was in this exact state.

Faced with such a scene, the teachers who had taught at Seido for many years were not surprised; well, it was a Seido tradition.

After school in the afternoon, everyone returned to the field to begin today's training, as the grueling and torturous intensive training camp reached its second day.

After it ended, Sawamura, Furuya, Kominato, and Arima lay flat on the field in a row.

"Heh, these guys—only Sawamura has decent stamina. The others, especially Furuya, if this were in a game, I'm afraid they wouldn't last a few innings," Miyuki said while rubbing his sore shoulders.

"Mm, agreed," Huangqian Yangyi nodded, then added, "And I remember, this kid Furuya is from Hokkaido, right? Can he handle the Tokyo summer?"

Hearing Huangqian Yangyi say this, not only Miyuki but everyone else turned to look at Furuya Satoru, who was lying like a corpse on the ground. Director Kataoka also frowned slightly; truthfully, he hadn't thought of this either.

Could this kid get heatstroke on the field when summer comes?

I was careless.

Director Kataoka sighed, deciding in his heart to increase some training items for Furuya Satoru that involved exposure to the sun to see if he was truly unaccustomed to the weather here.

The intensive training camp passed day by day, and soon it was the seventh day.

On this day, Huangqian Yangyi dragged his exhausted body out of the classroom and ran straight into Kawakami and Ono Hiroshi from the next class.

During this period of intensive training, Ono Hiroshi, who had been squeezed out of the First String, had been assisting with training alongside the others, and his spirit was quite full, unlike Kawakami, who looked completely exhausted and listless.

"Huangqian-san, shall we go together?" Kawakami asked with a smile.

Huangqian Yangyi nodded, then turned to look at Miyuki and Kuramochi, who were still sleeping on their desks after school in the classroom. Forget it, let them be late.

"Aren't you going to call them?" Ono Hiroshi asked, pointing at the classroom with his finger.

This is an intensive training camp, after all; if they are late, they will definitely be severely punished by the director.

"Why? Don't you want to see a good show?" Huangqian Yangyi said.

Uh...

Ono Hiroshi was stunned for a moment; he hadn't expected Huangqian Yangyi to be so devious.

"I want to see it!"

"Then that settles it."

The three of them looked at each other, smiling wickedly with a mutual understanding.

At the baseball field, Huangqian Yangyi and the others changed their clothes and arrived there without a moment's delay.

Looking at the First String in front of him, Director Kataoka frowned.

"There are two people missing. Where are Miyuki and Kuramochi?" Director Kataoka asked.

Everyone looked at each other upon hearing this, then cast their gazes toward Huangqian Yangyi.

As everyone knew, these three were always hanging out together all day long.

Huangqian Yangyi remained calm and composed, just about to spout a lie, when at the corner gate of the field, Miyuki and Kuramochi walked in, each scratching the back of their heads with awkward smiles on their faces.

"What are you dawdling for! Start running!" Director Kataoka roared, and Miyuki and Kuramochi sprinted a hundred meters to arrive in front of the director.

Slap!

The two of them went straight into a smooth slide, apologizing without a second of hesitation.

Director Kataoka looked at the two of them with cold eyes. "After training ends today, run ten laps around the field!"

"Yes!!"

The two felt bitter in their hearts; ten laps.

They already run 20 laps after training every day; adding another 10, they're going to die.

"Hehehe, serves you right."

As Miyuki returned to the lineup, he immediately heard Huangqian Yangyi's voice.

"You bastard! You actually didn't call me." Miyuki reached out and poked Huangqian Yangyi hard.

"I called, but you wouldn't wake up. Is that my fault?"

Hearing this, Miyuki rolled his eyes. This guy was definitely doing it on purpose. Everyone had been training very hard during this time, and this person definitely wanted to watch the fun.

Training reached the evening, and the 20 members of the First String were being tortured to the point of collapse.

"You First Years over there! Are you dead yet? If you're not dead, get up and keep running!" a senior shouted at Sawamura on the ground.

"Furuya! Are you dancing? What's with that wobbling!"

"Arima! Are you a zombie? Put your hands down!"

Hearing the shouting from over there, Huangqian Yangyi turned his head to look. Arima Kazusa was indeed like a zombie, resting his hands on Furuya Satoru's shoulders, his whole body listless and wobbling as he followed the "cannon"—no, it could no longer be called running; it was walking.

The base-running training ended, and the next item was today's final one: fielding practice.

Bang!

The person assisting with training hit the baseball out.

"Uga!!"

Masuko Toru dragged his exhausted body and rushed forward quickly, catching the ball firmly in his glove the moment it hit the ground and bounced.

Bang!

"A-again, one more ball!"

Isashiki Jun, who had caught the ball, had his chest heaving violently, shouting while panting heavily.

"They're quite spirited, the Third Years." Ochiai Hiromitsu stood on the sidelines stroking his small mustache; Seido's training these past few days really surprised him a bit.

At Hongai Daisagara, although their training was also hard, it was only at the level of Seido's usual training. They had never had an intensive training camp as torturous as this one.

This was no longer training for baseball; it was completely torturing the players' bodies and minds, tempering the players' will.

"They are very spirited."

Hearing Director Kataoka's voice beside his ear, Ochiai Hiromitsu turned his head to look and saw Director Kataoka unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves.

What is he doing?

Before Ochiai Hiromitsu could even ask, Coach Kataoka had already rolled up his sleeves and walked onto the field, arriving in front of the Second String players.

"You all get down, I'll be the one batting from here on out!!"

"Yes!!"

Coach Kataoka took the bat from the player's hand and looked toward the First String on the field.

"First Years! Go to the side of the field and rest, clear the way!" Coach Kataoka shouted to Sawamura and the others on the ground.

Seeing that Coach Kataoka was going to step onto the field himself, Sawamura and the others dragged their bodies, supporting each other as they retreated to the side of the field as if fleeing for their lives.

"Be ready, everyone!" Coach Kataoka shouted.

Everyone was jolted into alertness, took a deep breath, and focused all their energy on watching Coach Kataoka.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Coach Kataoka hit the balls out in rapid succession; the players on the field had no time to rest at all—no sooner had they caught one ball than another came flying over.

Watching the figures of the seniors, Sawamura, who had come to the side of the field to rest, felt extremely unwilling; he had clearly worked so hard running, yet he hadn't expected his stamina to still be unable to keep up with the seniors.

"Monsters!" Furuya Satoru suddenly spoke up.

Compared to these people, his stamina was truly a bit pathetic.