Dubian Che caught the ball thrown back by the catcher, searched for a comfortable footing on the pitcher's mound with his foot, and glanced towards the stands.
The two young ladies are safe, Madam...
"Dubian! Dubian!" When had she joined the Goda cheerleading squad?
Cheerleading squad?
It finally dawned on Dubian Che that there was such a group of people. His eyes skimmed over them, then immediately averted his gaze.
The skirts were short, but they all wore safety shorts like bloomers.
'At this rate, baseball will soon lose its charm.' Dubian Che eyed the third batter from Qingshan High School.
As the opponent got into position, he was about to start his pitching motion when the catcher, who wasn't wearing a glove, made inexplicable gestures at his groin.
Dubian Che: "..."
He could guess they were signaling, but signals were inherently not meant to be easily understood by laypeople.
