Chapter 368

However, recalling the promise Natsume Chikage made to her on LINE last night, her pale face gradually recovered, and her eyes instead became firm again.

"Natsume-kun said he wouldn't lose... I believe in him!"

Hanyu Shoki's breathing paused slightly, almost imperceptibly.

He had anticipated various reactions from Tsukishima Rin after hearing the analysis, but he didn't expect that she would choose to believe in Natsume Chikage so decisively...

At this moment.

Kondo Miki and Akita Sana, who had just walked into the school's cherry blossom long road and were preparing to return to the classroom, also noticed the unusually gathered crowd at the baseball field.

Akita Sana tilted her head in confusion:

"Why are there so many people at the baseball field today? Did something happen?"

Kondo Miki pondered:

"Maybe there is a team from another school coming for a practice match?"

Akita Sana had sharp eyes and immediately saw Natsume Chikage holding a bat in the field, as well as Zhongdao Satoshi opposite him.

"Eh?! Why is Natsume-kun standing there holding a bat? The one opposite... isn't that the baseball club's number two pitcher, Zhongdao Satoshi?"

"Wait, their posture... could it be that they are going to compete? What's the situation?"

Akita Sana immediately grabbed a student who was looking around excitedly nearby to ask.

Kondo Miki was also surprised and followed to listen sideways.

After understanding the ins and outs of the matter, both of them showed surprised expressions.

The corners of Kondo Miki's mouth curled up slightly, almost imperceptibly.

This... seems not bad either.

As long as Natsume Chikage loses, he won't be able to date the Tsukishima-senior she longs for, or her best friend Akita Sana.

As for the probability of Natsume Chikage winning? Isn't that clear at a glance?

However, this guy usually only stays at home playing games and almost doesn't exercise, where did he get the confidence to challenge Zhongdao Satoshi?

Really stupidly cute.

And the focus of Akita Sana's attention was clearly completely different from Kondo Miki's.

Hearing the bet that "if Natsume Chikage loses, he will be single for three years," she turned pale with fright, and said with a crying voice:

"Miki, what should I do! If Natsume-kun loses, he will be single for three years... then how can I date him later!"

Kondo Miki glanced at her speechlessly:

"Think of a way yourself."

Akita Sana held her little head and thought hard, suddenly a flash of inspiration, her eyes lit up:

"Right!"

"We can date 'secretly'! Just pretend to be ordinary friends on the surface, right!"

"As long as we don't say it, who would know?"

"And this way, Natsume-kun won't be able to date other girls... maybe, this is a huge opportunity for me instead!"

"Tee-hee, I'm really too smart!"

Kondo Miki's left eyelid twitched:

"You're turning your brain fast on such things... you're hopeless."

Not far away.

Araki Jiai and Yasui Ryoto were also standing on the edge of the crowd, taking all this into their eyes.

Araki Jiai couldn't help but hold her forehead and complain:

"This Natsume little brother is really hopeless!"

"Clearly told him we would think of a way to solve it, he just wouldn't listen!"

Yasui Ryoto was overjoyed:

"This is a good thing!"

"If he loses, I'll make a huge profit! I can go comfort the sad Tsukishima Rin later, killing two birds with one stone... no, killing multiple birds with one stone!"

As soon as the words fell.

Araki Jiai didn't hesitate to give him a heavy blow to his ribs with her elbow.

Yasui Ryoto was suddenly in pain and bent over, covering his stomach:

"You... why did you suddenly elbow me! I didn't say anything wrong!"

Araki Jiai snorted coldly:

"The match hasn't started yet, and you're saying sarcastic things here! Deserve to be elbowed!"

Not only students were paying attention to this sudden match.

Behind several windows of the teaching building, and under the shade of trees by the playground, many teachers were also observing silently.

The head teacher of Class 1-A, Sakai Shion, looked at Natsume Chikage in the field, her brows locked tightly.

She really couldn't figure out, clearly she had already clearly stated that as long as Natsume Chikage reported being harassed, the school could handle Zhongdao Satoshi, or even make him drop out.

Why did he still agree to this match that seemed to have no chance of winning?

Standing beside her, the home economics teacher—Oda Yuna—touched her chin with interest:

"Shion, do you think... Natsume-kun is doing it on purpose?"

Sakai Shion's expression was cold and gorgeous, and she turned her head to ask:

"What do you mean?"

Oda Yuna smiled and analyzed:

"Look, he didn't seem to plan to fall in love in the first place, right?"

"Now he has to work part-time, and there is a younger sister at home to take care of."

"Suddenly agreeing to this kind of bet, and even taking the initiative to propose the condition of 'being single for three years'... how do you look at it, it looks like he wants to take this opportunity to cleanly get rid of all peach blossom troubles?"

"After all, without these annoying things, he can work part-time with peace of mind and focus on taking care of his sister."

"So, this Natsume-kun might be different from his appearance and rumors, unexpectedly a good man with a sense of responsibility."

Hearing this, Sakai Shion cast her gaze back to Natsume Chikage's tall back and fell into deep thought.

Only then did she more clearly recall Natsume Chikage's complex family background.

And then thinking of the love letters that were always stuffed in his shoe cabinet...

Perhaps, it was as Oda Yuna said?

But even so, why did he have to adopt such an extreme way? Clearly there were more, safer solutions...

Just as her thoughts were mixed.

The atmosphere in the field suddenly tightened!

The match—officially started!

I saw Zhongdao Satoshi on the pitcher's mound clenching the baseball in his hand, using his feet to carefully grind the red soil under his feet, adjusting to the most comfortable force-exerting posture.

Afterward, he raised his head, his cold and sharp gaze shooting toward Natsume Chikage standing in front of the home plate like an arrow.