In the bottom of the ninth inning, after just two pitches, Sansong's pitcher could still hit a velocity of 139; he was truly formidable.
But then,
"Bang!"
"Hit!" the commentator shouted.
The ball flew between the third baseman and second baseman.
Kunii Shuichi let go of everything, dropped the bat, and dashed toward first base.
"Sansong's shortstop catches it! He's throwing the ball!"
"Will Goda's leadoff hitter make it in time?"
"Ah!" Sansong's shortstop threw the ball toward first base.
"Ah!" Kunii Shuichi roared as he dove for first base.
"Safe!"
"He made it on base!"
Kunii Shuichi picked himself up off the ground and immediately got ready, his gaze fixed on second base.
His heart was beating fast; he was so close, nearly too late. If he had missed just one day of his regular running, he might have been out.
The spectators couldn't stay seated; they stood up one by one.
"Goda's second hitter! The left fielder, Xiaoye!"
Sansong's pitcher twisted his neck.
