Chapter 867

Shinohara Shingo suppressed the urge to laugh up at the sky, puffed out his chest, and answered resoundingly:

"None! Fully agree!"

Yusheng Jianghui's gaze swept over everyone present, and he said in a deep voice with the tone of an announcement:

"Since both parties have no objections, and the conditions are clear and explicit."

"Then, I hereby officially announce—"

"The 'wager' between Student Shinohara Shingo, captain of the Private Moonlight Academy baseball team, and Student Natsume Chikage is officially established!"

"This wager will be supervised and arbitrated by the Private Moonlight Academy Student Council throughout the process!"

"The wager is as follows: One month from today, both parties will conduct a ten-pitch pitching-batting duel at the school baseball field. Natsume Chikage will be the pitcher, and Shinohara Shingo will be the batter."

"If Natsume Chikage wins, Shinohara Shingo and his designated team members must withdraw from this school, be banned from participating in baseball for life, and must not harass Natsume Chikage and his associates. At the same time, Shinohara Shingo's personal glove will belong to Natsume Chikage."

"If Shinohara Shingo wins, Natsume Chikage must withdraw from this school."

"If the losing party violates the agreement afterward, whether inside or outside the school, the student council and the school will have the ability and the obligation to implement corresponding sanctions. I hope both parties will keep this in mind; do not say you were not warned."

"That is all, announcement concluded."

The moment the announcement ended, Shinohara Shingo almost couldn't control the smile on his face; he glanced triumphantly at Natsume Chikage, snorted coldly, and led those baseball team members away from the student council room with his head held high.

He was ecstatic: It's done! In a month, Natsume Chikage will disappear! Yukimura Lingyin... by then, without this eyesore, you will eventually see who is the most suitable person for you!

As for Natsume Chikage, he acted as if nothing had happened, tossed the somewhat heavy old glove, and prepared to turn and leave.

"Natsume-kun, please stay."

Yusheng Jianghui called out to him.

Natsume Chikage stopped, turned, and looked at the vice president.

Yusheng Jianghui pushed his glasses and asked a question many people wanted to know:

"Natsume-kun, I want to confirm one more time."

"Last time... before the contest with Nakajima-kun, when you were learning baseball, did you have any contact with pitching? Even just some basic practice?"

The girls nearby who hadn't left yet immediately held their breath, nervously waiting for the answer.

Upon hearing this, Natsume Chikage shook his head quite simply and said frankly:

"No."

"Last time I only practiced swinging and batting a little."

"I haven't touched pitching at all."

"Hiss—"

A clear sound of gasping echoed in the room.

The few girls who still held a glimmer of fantasy had their last bit of hope shattered, their faces gray, as if they had already seen the scene of Natsume Chikage sadly leaving the school in a month.

Yusheng Jianghui was also silent for a long time; he looked at Natsume Chikage's calm face and really couldn't understand what this boy was thinking.

Finally, he could only helplessly say a polite but, at this moment, incredibly pale blessing:

"... I see. Then... good luck."

"I hope that in a month, you can create a miracle."

Natsume Chikage nodded at him, his tone flat:

"Thank you."

After speaking, he didn't linger, took the "won" baseball glove, and turned to walk out of the student council room.

Jinwei Tong did not speak again from beginning to end.

She just quietly watched Natsume Chikage's departing back, thoughts surging in those deep eyes.