"Sansong was only ahead by three runs in the first eight innings, maybe the pitcher is suffering from heat stroke too?" Mrs. Jiutiao replied with a smile.
"Remember to bark like a dog." Mrs. Kiyono pointed jokingly at Mrs. Jiutiao with her left index finger, saying happily.
"Hmph." Mrs. Jiutiao snatched the fan from Dubian Che's hands and fanned herself vigorously.
Of the five people present, only Kiyono Lin remained aloof.
She wanted a cup of ice cream with fruit on top, and cookies, eating slowly, spoonful by spoonful.
The game continued under the scorching sun.
On the Pitcher Mound, Goda's relief pitcher stood there, looking bewildered.
In a stadium of thirty thousand, everyone except Goda's own cheerleading team was chanting for Sansong.
Everyone was yearning for a comeback! Longing for an exciting game!
No one paid attention to this relief pitcher, no one cared if Goda's starting pitcher was suffering from heat exhaustion, no one cared about the result for Goda.
