"Dubian! Dubian!"
Xiaoquan Aonai watched the Pitcher Mound excitedly.
He was the true bearer of Goda's glory, the one she adored.
Amidst the cheers, Dubian Che lightly pressed down his baseball cap, his smile uncontrollably breaking through.
"Goda, my alma mater… so, Sansong, I'm sorry."
He raised his head, carrying the expectations of all Goda.
"This summer, even if Lady Luck doesn't look favorably upon Goda."
"Everything won't just end like this."
"All the promises of high summer, all that I don't want to end, I will fulfill them for you!"
"Fate, no matter what you had planned, now, reverse for me!"
Dubian Che raised both hands with the ball, lifted his leg, and swung his arm.
A powerful pitch.
The piercing sound of the wind.
"Bang!" The ball hit the catcher's mitt.
"Beep!" the electronic display, "165 km/h!"
"Strike one!" the umpire's lonely, hollow voice.
The stadium was as silent as a heavy snowfall.
Then…
"Ah—!!!" A prodigious roar from the stands.
