"Both sides are back on the field!"
"Sansong is down by two, a man on second, no outs!"
"Goda leads by two, but the ace pitcher suffers from heatstroke at the critical moment, can the relief pitcher hold his ground?"
"Goda, Sansong, who will make it to Hanshin Koshien Stadium in Hyogo Prefecture!"
"Who will reign supreme over the twenty districts of East Tokyo!"
The commentator roars, under the 32°C heat, the audience howls, beating their inflatable sticks frantically.
Dubian Che softly claps for the slogans of both teams just now.
He had always noticed the efforts of the Goda baseball club.
From Monday to Friday, every morning's run; Saturdays and Sundays, as long as one went, they could be seen training hard on the field.
He didn't know to what extent Sansong had gone, but to be able to fight all the way to the regional finals, they surely hadn't suffered any less.
"Zhengji," Mrs. Kiyono smiles, "want to bet?"
"On what?" Mrs. Jiutiao asks with interest.
