Chapter 370

He just assumed that as equipment from a formal baseball club, perhaps it was meant to be this way.

At this moment.

Zhongdao Satoshi gave a gesture toward the catcher, Aoki Masao.

Fully armored and wearing a heavy helmet and glove, Aoki Masao understood the signal, turned his head, and said to Natsume Chikage beside him:

"Natsume-kun, Zhongdao-kun is signaling that he is ready to pitch, please get ready."

Natsume Chikage gripped the bat and nodded slightly:

"I'm ready, let him start."

Aoki Masao nodded:

"Good."

As he spoke, he also gave a clear gesture toward Zhongdao Satoshi in front—he could pitch.

Seeing this, Zhongdao Satoshi swept his gaze over the growing crowd of onlookers by the field, and a hint of irrepressible excitement couldn't help but rise on his face.

The more one loves baseball, the more one craves to be the center of everyone's attention.

As the number two pitcher for the baseball club, he had long been suppressed by the number one pitcher, Shinohara Shingo, who had superior talent.

The world only ever remembers the first; no one cares about the second.

But today.

He finally had the chance to become the winner in everyone's eyes.

After all, Natsume Chikage was the "number one handsome guy" with the most buzz in the school right now.

If he could trample him underfoot, his own fame would surely rise with the tide, and he might even have a chance to surpass Shinohara Shingo!

By then, the coach might even consider promoting him to the true ace pitcher!

Just thinking about being able to sanction this "scumbag" and become famous in one fell swoop...

As for the possibility of "losing," he hadn't even considered it!

Zhongdao Satoshi's eyes were as hot as flames; he slowly squeezed the baseball in his hand and set up a standard, fluid pitching stance—

The next moment, a baseball traveling at about 135 km/h left his hand and flew out with a boom!

The students and teachers watching from the sidelines couldn't help but hold their breath as they witnessed this.

The most nervous of all were the girls: Yukimura Suzune, Xiyuanji Qilai, Classmate Classmate Tengyuan Kui, and Yue Dao Lin.

As for Jinwei Tong, she remained with her arms crossed, her expression indifferent, as if she had long since foreseen the outcome.

Swish—

The baseball turned into a white afterimage, speeding toward the home plate!

The speed was extremely fast!

Many students had only just blinked when the ball had already arrived at the batter's box.

Natsume Chikage was fully focused, and the bat swung out in an instant!

However, an unexpected scene occurred.

Pop—

The baseball grazed the edge of the bat by a hair's breadth and landed steadily into the catcher's mitt that Aoki Masao had opened.

Seeing this, Zhongdao Satoshi curled his lips into a cold sneer and shook his head lightly.

As expected, just a rookie.

He had even deliberately suppressed the ball speed to 135 km/h just now, wanting to test Natsume Chikage's bottom line first.

Now it seemed that was completely unnecessary.

This guy was simply vulnerable.

Perhaps, he didn't even need this speed?

However... since there were so many spectators present, pitching too slowly would make him look like he lacked strength.

Zhongdao Satoshi's mouth curled wildly upward, deciding to use a speed of 135 km/h for the rest, letting everyone see his true strength.

At the same time, he would let everyone see how Natsume Chikage couldn't even touch the skin of his ball!

He—was going to shut out Natsume Chikage!

Witnessing the 135 km/h speed on the tester, combined with Natsume-kun swinging and missing.

The students on the sidelines suddenly erupted into bursts of noise and sneers.

"Hahaha, I knew this Natsume Chikage was just out here to be a joke!"

"The speed is only 135, Zhongdao-senpai hasn't even fully exerted himself yet!"

"He can't even catch it without him exerting himself, I'm afraid he won't even touch a single ball in the remaining nine!"

"That's for sure, someone who doesn't usually play baseball comes to compete with a professional player, isn't this just sticking his face out to be hit?"

"Woooo, you guys aren't allowed to say that about Natsume-kun! I believe he will definitely win!"

"Exactly, exactly! I think you guys are just jealous of Natsume-kun, that's why you're slandering him here!"

"Heh, women!"

"Heh, men!"

Seeing Natsume Chikage swing and miss, Yue Dao Lin's heart couldn't help but tighten.

But she quickly gripped the jasmine bracelet on her wrist that Natsume Chikage had picked out for her, choosing to continue believing.

After all, this was only the first ball.

There were still nine chances left.

He only needed to hit three more times and that would be enough!

Yushengfu Society looked at the field with a calm expression.

This result was entirely within his expectations.

Compared to the showdown on the field, he was more concerned with the reaction of Yue Dao Lin beside him.

But seeing her gaze still firmly following Natsume Chikage's figure, ripples couldn't help but stir in his calm heart.

However, he quickly regained his composure.

Even if Natsume Chikage won this ball, so what?

As long as he eventually lost the bet, he would have to be single for three years.

Three years of time, which girl could really afford to wait?

He believed that under his persistent pursuit, Yue Dao Lin would eventually belong to him.

Perhaps it would be hard to shake her in a month or two, and Yue Dao Lin must still have thoughts in her heart.

But so what?

Before Natsume Chikage graduated from high school, he couldn't date anyone.

Whether inside or outside the school, he, Yushengfu Society, had plenty of time and patience.

Over at the Collection Department.

The three girls had different expressions.

Yukimura Suzune bit her lower lip and murmured in a voice only she could hear:

"After promising me... if you dare to lose, I definitely won't forgive you."

Classmate Classmate Tengyuan Kui held her head in frustration:

"Ahhhhh! Why didn't you hit it!"

Xiyuanji Qilai's face was also a bit pale; she gripped her hands in front of her chest and silently cheered him on:

"You must do your best, Natsume-kun!"

Standing beside them, Jinwei Tong, on that face that originally had no waves, raised her eyebrows imperceptibly:

"This guy... what is he doing?"

Seeing this, Anjing Liangdou laughed out loud:

"I knew it! I knew it would be..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

Huang Mu Jie had already raised her elbow expressionlessly and accurately bumped into his ribcage.

Anjing Liangdou fell silent instantly, curling up in pain.

Huang Mu Jie "tsked," turned her gaze back to Natsume Chikage on the field, and muttered in a huff:

"A man's mouth, a deceitful ghost... talking about home runs—I knew it!" ===== CHAPTER 371 =====