Chapter 902

Nakajima Satoshi was completely stunned, his brain a blank slate.

158 km/h...

This number had already touched the realm of the fastest speeds in Japanese high school baseball history!

The fastest speed thrown by Shohei Ohtani, known as the "strongest high school student in history," during his high school years was only 160 km/h.

And that was during his third year!

Natsume Chikage is only in his first year!

What kind of terrifying, unreasonable talent is this?!

At this moment, baseball club advisor Yidong Yingzhi was shocked beyond measure by this terrifying ball speed.

Immediately following that, uncontrollable ecstasy surged into his heart!

Natsume Chikage really is a once-in-a-millennium super genius!

To be able to do this without systematic training; if he were to be cultivated, breaking the high school speed record would not be a delusion!

Konoe Hitomi calmly unscrewed her thermos and took a sip of warm water, as if she had expected it all along.

Now that's more like it.

Yue Dao Lin and the others were also shocked speechless by this astonishing number.

Especially Jin Teng Youcai, who was now completely speechless, just staring fixedly at the shining boy on the field with disbelieving eyes.

However, before everyone could recover from the impact of that 158 km/h fastball.

Natsume Chikage had already picked up the ball again.

His movements were steady and coherent, without any sign of exhaustion or strain.

Shinohara Shingo's breathing began to grow coarse, cold sweat soaking the clothes on his back.

158 km/h...

How on earth did this guy do it?

Is the speed gun really broken?

No... the sense of speed from that last pitch couldn't be faked.

It was so fast he couldn't even see the ball's path.

The speed gun... is probably real.

Thinking of this, a cold chill shot up Shinohara Shingo's spine from the soles of his feet.

His gaze inadvertently swept across the sidelines.

In the moving crowd, he accurately captured that cold-as-snow figure—Yue Dao Lin.

She was watching the field intently, and in those eyes, usually calm and ripple-free, worry was now clearly reflected, as well as... concern for Natsume Chikage.

Shinohara Shingo froze.

The Yue Dao Lin of the past had no interest in baseball or any sports competition and would never stop to watch.

But now... she was standing here for Natsume Chikage.

This realization was like pouring hot oil into his already anxious heart.

Rage, mixed with intense humiliation and unwillingness, erupted!

Yue Dao Lin... should be his!

He absolutely would not allow himself to lose to Natsume Chikage!

Absolutely not!!!

Intense emotions instead gave birth to a kind of extreme calmness.

Shinohara Shingo's field of vision narrowed again, and all the noise around him faded away, becoming blurry and distant.

In his eyes, only that white ball about to fly from Natsume Chikage's hand remained.

He entered a state of unprecedented focus—"Zone"!

However.

At this moment.

Natsume Chikage's fourth pitch was released!

A white flash!

Still a fastball without any frills!

Shinohara Shingo swung with all his might!

He judged the path correctly, but the speed exceeded the limit of his body's reaction!

Swing and a miss!

Immediately after, the fifth, sixth, seventh pitches...

Every pitch was a heart-palpitatingly stable 158 km/h!

Every pitch drilled precisely into the strike zone!

Shingoro Shinohara gave it his all; sweat blurred his vision, and his arms were sore and trembling from excessive exertion.

But he couldn't even touch the edge of a single ball!

All swings and misses!

Shinohara Shingo's face was already pale as paper, sweat rolling down from his forehead like rain, his palms gripping the bat slippery and unbearable, almost unable to hold on.

His eyes were filled with confusion, despair, and a final shred of struggling madness.

He knew he couldn't catch this kind of ball.

But he wasn't willing to give up! It couldn't end like this!

Natsume Chikage didn't hesitate at all.

This pitch, carrying the same terrifying speed and power as the previous seven, whistled toward him!

Shinohara Shingo let out a sound bordering on a roar, using the last of his strength to twist his body and swing the bat!

"Clang——!"

The bat swung at empty air again, smashing into nothingness.

And that white baseball was already lying quietly beneath the back net.

It was over.

Shinohara Shingo's body went soft, his knees hitting the dirt of the batter's box with a "thud."

The metal bat in his hand dropped to his side with a "clatter."

He stared at the ground with hollow eyes, his lips trembling, but he couldn't make a sound.

It's over...

Why am I the one who lost?

The one who has to drop out... is me?

How could... this guy... how could he be so strong?

Natsume Chikage, who had intended to throw the last two pitches, looked at the opponent who had completely lost his fighting spirit and slowly lowered his arm.

Because even if he threw them, the other party wouldn't have the strength to catch them.

The entire baseball field, after experiencing a brief dead silence, erupted into unprecedented sound waves!

"Holy crap! He won?! Natsume-kun really won?!"

"My god! Six 158 km/h fastballs in a row?! And so stable?!"

"He shut out Senior Shinohara... How is this possible?!"

Yue Dao Lin, Xiyuanji Qilai, and Classmate Tengyuan Kui were also impacted by this shocking result, their hearts swaying.

They never expected Natsume Chikage not only to win but to win with such an overwhelming, despair-inducing advantage.

Qiu Tian Shana screamed in excitement, suddenly hugging Jin Teng Youcai beside her and jumping up and down.

"Youcai! Did you see that?! He won! Natsume-kun won! He really defeated Shinohara Shingo!!"

Jin Teng Youcai opened her mouth slightly, her expression dazed, unable to say a word.

The image of that down-and-out game otaku in her mind could not be overlapped with the genius boy shining on the field, throwing professional-level speeds, no matter what.

Her cognition was completely overturned at this moment!

But thinking about it in the end, she still bit her red lips, feeling a bit annoyed.

What's the use of playing baseball.

Just a physical idiot!

To be worthy of someone like Senior Yue Dao Lin, one must be someone excellent in heart, mind, body, and labor to be worthy! ===== CHAPTER 903 =====