Chapter 904: Loser eats dust!

Yu Sheng Jiang Hui witnessed the end of this duel and was silent for a moment.

His slender fingers slowly adjusted his glasses, complex wrinkles forming between his brows.

He never expected that Natsume Chikage would ultimately win with such an absolute stance.

Eight pitches, eight fastballs.

No breaking balls, no tactical deception.

Purely relying on the crushing of physical functions to completely shut out the school baseball club's ace batter.

This Natsume Chikage... actually achieved this level with almost no systematic training.

His physical fitness is probably at a superhuman level; he might be born with divine strength.

Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to crush technique with talent in this barbaric "brute force creates miracles" way.

Yu Sheng Jiang Hui sighed secretly in his heart.

Possessing such excellent athletic talent, yet never joining any club, never revealing his edge.

This Natsume Chikage... is truly hard to see through.

At this moment.

Natsume Chikage confirmed the outcome of the match was settled and swept his eyes over the layers of onlookers around him.

Under the sunlight, face after face, whether strange or familiar, was filled with shock, fanaticism, and disbelief.

He was not used to being the focus of such attention.

So he turned and walked toward the position where Konoe Hitomi and Yu Sheng Jiang Hui were.

"The outcome is decided."

"Regarding Shinohara Shingo, and the few baseball club members who went to the student council to provoke me earlier... I'll leave the follow-up to Hitomi and the Vice President."

Konoe Hitomi nodded slightly.

"Rest assured."

Her voice was as calm as ever, with no emotional fluctuations.

"You and those around you will not see them again in the future."

Natsume Chikage heard this and felt there was a subtle meaning in her words, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

He paused, then nodded.

"Mm."

Yu Sheng Jiang Hui was silent for a few seconds, his gaze lingering on Natsume Chikage's calm face for a long time.

"To be honest—"

"I didn't expect your strength in baseball to be so solid."

"But regardless, congratulations on your victory."

Natsume Chikage met his gaze and nodded slightly.

"Thank you."

Shinohara Shingo was still kneeling in the dirt of the batter's box.

He seemed to have lost the strength to stand up.

He lost.

Lost completely, without any power to fight back.

He kept his head down, staring fixedly at a small patch of dirt soaked by his own sweat.

Impossible... how could this be...

He roared repeatedly in his heart, but his throat couldn't make a sound.

Unless a child prodigy had descended to earth.

Otherwise, how could someone reach this professional pitching level in just two days?

But he also understood.

Whether Natsume Chikage was a true genius or had hidden his strength in the past—

The result would not change in the slightest.

Lost... is lost.

According to the wager, he and the other few members who participated in the provocation must immediately apply for withdrawal.

Not only that, they would be forbidden from continuing to engage in their beloved baseball.

Even... not allowed to approach Natsume Chikage and those around him in any form.

What pained him most was that he would never be able to see Yue Dao Lin again.

The girl he had secretly looked up to and carefully hidden in the bottom of his heart since middle school.

But what made him even more unable to bear was another matter—

His professional baseball path.

That path he had firmly believed in since elementary school, leading straight to a glorious future—

Was cut off by his own hands at this moment.

Damn it...

Damn it ahhhhh!!!

He clenched his fists and smashed them hard into the dirt beside him.

His nails sank into the wet, soft soil, embedded with gravel, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

He should have been a star player shining on the professional field.

Should have been receiving cheers from thousands on the Koshien pitcher's mound.

Should have...

Tears gushed out of his eyes uncontrollably, mixed with the sweat on his forehead, dripping into the dust.

But... no one cared about him.

Those few baseball club members who looked like lackeys earlier were already too busy to comfort him.

Their faces were deathly pale, pointing at each other's noses, arguing emotionally.

"It's all your fault! You were the one who insisted on dragging us to the student council to provoke him!"

"Fart! It was clearly Shinohara Shingo who instigated us, and now you're blaming me?!"

"It's over, it's all over... expelled, and banned from the game... what am I going to do now!"

"If I had known this, I would have died before getting involved in this mess!"

Shinohara Shingo listened to the mutual accusations and shirking of responsibility from his former "partners," the resentment in his heart almost exploding his chest.

He turned his head sharply, his eyes red, and cursed hoarsely.

"Shut up!! What right do you have to blame me?! Didn't you all clap and feel like victory was certain at the time?!"

The group instantly tangled together, but were quickly separated by student council members who stepped forward.

Yu Sheng Jiang Hui paced in front of them, looking down at this group of disheveled losers.

There was no mockery in his eyes, nor was there any sympathy.

Only a kind of calmness that things had reached this point.

"According to the wager, you have lost."

His voice was steady, but carried an irresistible weight.

"Please submit your withdrawal applications within today."

"Of course, you don't have to write them."

He turned to the side, his gaze sweeping over the few men in black standing quietly behind him.

"But the consequences—I think you understand."

Shinohara Shingo and his group completely lost their last shred of will to resist the moment they saw those men in black.

They slumped in place, as if all their strength had been drained.

The Mido family... that was an existence they absolutely could not defy. ===== CHAPTER 905 =====