Chapter 991

He pointed at the screen, looking like he hated iron for not becoming steel.

"Look—talent used in the wrong place, right? If he loses, he will definitely be mocked!"

"He was born to stand on the pitcher's mound; that 158 km/h ball speed is the right path he should take!"

Saying this.

He changed the subject.

"However, well... so what if he loses this game? Wait until our baseball club crushes Private Tianhao head-on! That is the real happy, real venting revenge! At that time, whatever Honda Chongsi, in front of Natsume's fastball, all have to stand aside!"

Other teachers heard this, some shook their heads with a smile, and some were thoughtful.

It seems... compared to shogi which is unpredictable and easy to form grudges, using absolute strength to crush opponents on the baseball field is indeed a more suitable, more revengeful path?

Kondo family.

Kondo Miyuki saw that Natsume Chikage actually randomized to this Honda contestant who had a grudge, and her eyes were full of worry.

Very worried that Natsume Chikage would be in pain and uncomfortable because he was mocked by the other party after losing.

By that time... it seems I can only find a way to comfort Natsume-kun.

And it's best to bring Weixi, if the two are together, they can also increase their feelings.

After Natsume-kun loses, I'll ask Weixi when I turn back.

Natsume family main house, spacious and elegantly decorated living room.

The air is filled with the faint scent of incense and the dull feeling of an old-fashioned family.

The maid silently placed a cup of freshly brewed jade dew tea on the low table by Natsume Chunhui's hand, bowed, and retreated.

Natsume Chunhui leaned on the sofa with an elegant posture, her long legs crossed, her gaze falling calmly on the huge TV screen in front.

The live broadcast screen gave Natsume Chikage a close-up, and the eyebrows of the boy thinking intently were particularly clear under the ultra-clear lens.

Not far away.

Natsume Chikage's uncle Natsume Qi Society was facing the TV screen, making an undisguised sneer.

"Hahaha, what did I say? Sixth round, it's over!"

"Winning from the first round to the fifth round, adding up to 310,000 yen. Plus the meager salary he earned working in the coffee shop, in a place like Tokyo, how many months can he last?"

He turned his head, a flattering smile piled up on his face, and said to the young man sitting in the main seat:

"Haoya, look, we don't need to do anything at all. Wait until this money is spent and life is difficult, he will know how to choose himself. At that time, he will have to obediently come back and beg us to take him in?"

The young man he called "Haoya"—Natsume Youzhen, the future successor of the main family, raised his eyelids slightly.

His gaze stayed on Natsume Chikage's face on the screen for a moment, the overly outstanding appearance made him frown imperceptibly, and then turned into a condescending playfulness.

"This is... that cousin from the branch family?" His voice carried the laziness of being pampered.

"The appearance is indeed more striking than it looked in the data. No wonder Grandfather would have thoughts and want him to come back and be a 'vase'."

He sipped his tea and continued to speak in the tone of evaluating goods:

"Marriage, a good-looking face can indeed add points. As for shogi... now it seems, that's about it. Being a 'talent' embellishment that adds icing on the cake, coaxing those ladies and wives who are fond of elegance, it's barely enough."

He put down his teacup and ordered casually:

"Qi Society uncle, after this game, you go and move around. Buy the apartment he lives in now, or think of other ways."

"Add a little 'difficulty' to his and his sister's life. When they realize the coldness of reality, they will naturally understand that returning to the wings of the Natsume family is the only wise choice."

A joyful light bloomed on Natsume Qi Society's face, and he nodded repeatedly.

"Understood! With your words, Youzhen, uncle knows what to do! Leave it to me!"

Natsume Chunhui's hand holding the teacup paused slightly.

She lowered her eyelids, her thick eyelashes covering the complex look that flashed in her eyes, just watching the tea in the cup quietly, lost in thought. ===== CHAPTER 992 =====