Chapter 906

Natsume Chikage shook his head.

"No."

The office fell into a brief silence again.

Jiu Jing Ziyuan exchanged a look with the other teachers.

They all realized that with the pitching strength Natsume Chikage had shown, joining the baseball club was almost a matter of course.

It could even be said—it was a call of talent to its possessor.

Just as several teachers were brewing how to open the topic.

The office door was pushed open with a "bang."

Yidong Yingzhi strode in, his face even uglier than before.

His gaze swept around the room, finally locking firmly onto Natsume Chikage.

The emotions in those eyes were complex to the extreme—annoyance, unwillingness, scrutiny, anticipation, and a kind of desperate craving.

He had just finished processing the withdrawal procedures for Shinohara Shingo and the others.

The baseball club had lost its ace pitcher and core hitter, as well as four regular substitutes, overnight.

This was a heavy blow that almost cut the team's main artery.

This year's Koshien regional qualifiers had already begun.

There were only a few weeks left until the selection tournament for the top sixteen.

Lose one game, and it's the end.

But—

Yidong Yingzhi stared fixedly at Natsume Chikage.

But this boy threw a 158 km/h fastball.

13 km/h faster than Shinohara Shingo.

15 km/h faster than Nakajima Satoshi.

This kind of strength could even allow him to parachute directly into a professional second-tier team and accept the tempering of official matches.

His existence was enough to make up for all the losses of the baseball club after losing Shinohara Shingo—and even more so.

Yidong Yingzhi took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm.

"Natsume Chikage."

"The other teachers must have already lectured you. I won't repeat that nonsense."

He paused, his gaze like a torch.

"I have only one request."

"You—must join the baseball club."

His voice was low, but every word was resonant.

"With your strength, joining now is completely in time to impact Koshien."

"I know your family's situation isn't well-off."

"But since you have revealed this kind of talent, the school cannot turn a blind eye."

"After Shinohara Shingo dropped out, the position of the baseball club's ace pitcher is vacant—you can completely replace him and get a full scholarship for special recruits."

"The teacher doesn't force you to give up working part-time completely."

"Every day—even if you only set aside one hour for training, I won't stop you."

His voice carried a hint of earnestness.

"Even, you don't have to work part-time if you don't want to."

"The living expenses and miscellaneous fees for these three years in school, I can pay for you out of my own pocket."

"Wait until you graduate and enter a professional team, then pay me back slowly."

"Interest—I won't take a single cent."

He stared fixedly into Natsume Chikage's eyes.

"Your talent in baseball is the most amazing I have seen in my twenty years of coaching."

"Don't waste it."

"As long as you keep practicing with me, becoming a professional player is a sure thing."

His voice trembled slightly, with anticipation.

"Even... you have a chance to surpass Shohei Ohtani."

"Become the strongest baseball player in Japanese history."

The office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All the teachers' gazes were focused on Natsume Chikage.

Natsume Chikage shook his head and said:

"Apologies."

"I... really have no interest in baseball."

Yidong Yingzhi was stunned.

His lips opened and closed, opened and closed.

His finger raised tremblingly, pointing at Natsume Chikage, a broken gasping sound coming from his throat.

"You—!"

He finally squeezed out one word, but couldn't continue.

The other teachers also exploded.

"What?! With this kind of talent, you tell me you have no interest in baseball?!"

"If I had your ball speed back then, why would I be a teacher? I would have run off to play professional baseball long ago!"

"Interest can be cultivated! If you contact baseball more, you will definitely fall in love with this sport!"

"Natsume-kun, consider it again!"

Jiu Jing Ziyuan and Xiao Tian Youcai didn't speak.

But their eyes were also filled with regret and confusion.

But more than that, they respected their student's decision.

Natsume Chikage was about to speak to make his final refusal.

Just then.

Konoe Hitomi was beside them, not knowing when she had arrived.

She looked indifferent, her gaze sweeping lightly over the excited teachers in the room, finally landing on Natsume Chikage.

"Since Natsume-kun said he doesn't want to play baseball."

"Then I think the teachers shouldn't force him anymore."

She turned to the teaching staff present, tilting her head slightly.

"Teachers... do you think I'm right?"

The office suddenly became quiet.

Yidong Yingzhi's face flushed red, his lips moving, seemingly wanting to argue something.

But when he touched Konoe Hitomi's calm, ripple-free eyes.

All his words were stuck in his throat.

He slumped his shoulders dejectedly.

Other teachers also shifted their gazes away, silent.

They understood—

The true owner of this school is the Mido family.

And Konoe Hitomi is the agent most trusted by the Mido family's eldest young lady, Mido Zhiji.

Including everyone's salary, it is all paid by the Mido family.

So no one has the qualification to say "no" in front of her.

Leaving the teachers' office.

The hallway was very quiet, with only the sound of their footsteps echoing softly.

Sunlight shone through the window lattice, casting light and shadow on the clean floor. ===== CHAPTER 907 =====