The cleverness in the eyes of Yongcanghao

With such an impure heart in my heart, I continued the shooting training alone with Qiao.

I know that the insane reason for my one-week delay in submitting my application happened to be on a Sunday not long after.A lazy afternoon.

After changing out of my sweaty baseball uniform, I read a book for a while while waiting for the coincidence.When I saw Qiao coming out of the green rainbow bridge, I lay back on the grass and covered my round face with the book in my hand, blocking the sunlight on my face and blocking my uncontrollable hot eyes.

From behind the breath of paper and ink, I asked Qiao why he delayed submitting the application for a week.Qiao reached out and took the book from my face, curiously turned over the cover and looked at the title.Smiled lightly.Kneeling above me, he bowed his head to me.Behind him are pink weeping cherry blossoms like snowflakes.The west slanting sunlight hits the edge of the flower and also illuminates Qiao's hair circle.Make him look like an angel with a halo.

"You are such a serious person." The angel smiled and took the book and slapped me on the forehead.Well, it's a little devil wearing an angel's halo, that's right.

That was when I asked my uncle to borrow "The Theory and Practice of Baseball", and the latter sent it along with the human anatomy atlas.

"Not everyone is like you." Genius.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, I quickly got up, snatched back the book and stuffed it behind my back.Qiao didn't realize that I needed to use these "evil tricks" to weaken his pitching tricks.His heart was as pure as a salt marsh lake.It has appeared countless times in the animation titles, clearly reflecting the hero and heroine standing on it.What's different is that there is only one baseball in Qiao's Lake.

We sat side by side under the weeping cherry trees.Qiao, who had bald feet and new grass sprouts within an arm's reach, asked me after hesitating for a long time: "Hao, have you been pushed hard by your mother?"

Probably the last time he escaped and was caught back gave him the illusion that my mother was strong.Actually, "No." You forced me to do so.I knew in my heart that I was greedy and exhausted myself because I wanted to be top-notch in academic and club activities.But he said: "I will coordinate my studies and baseball. Jiashien, we agreed."

"I believe you."

Qiao laughed again.It's the relaxed kind of laugh.

Is he worried about me?Relaxed with the promise that I'd stay on as his catcher?I dare not think.With the book behind me, I could only look up and look at the weeping cherry blossom that was completely different from the equipment room behind our school building.The withered cherry blossoms in the equipment room are small and few.This tree is full of pink cherry blossoms.Every branch grows so thick and stretched.There are small clusters of cherry blossoms reflecting the sun in every corner.

I raised my head and squinted my eyes to count the cherry blossoms above, and lowered my head when I couldn't count clearly.Qiao sat cross-legged on the grass next to me, clamped the ball with his middle finger and index finger, and confirmed the way to hold the ball.

Refers to the fork ball?

This is not a straight ball grip.Absolutely not.But if it's a changing ball, it doesn't look like the illustrations in the book.

I squinted my eyes and stared at Qiao's slender fingers for a long time, but I didn't see why.Delicate hands, quite slender, even seem to have one more knuckle than ordinary people.I blinked and looked again, only to realize that it was still three knuckles, except that his last knuckle was as long as the others, unlike us, where the last knuckle is stupid and short.

The slender fingers flexibly rotate the [-]-centimeter-diameter baseball left and right.The ball seems to grow on the phalanx, obeying the commands of his fingers, rotating, up and down.

stopped.sudden.

Clever hand.The snow-white back of his hand completely covered the baseball in his palm.I look up at him.He happened to look up at me too.

"Why are you looking at me with weird eyes?" he asked.

strange eyes?I suddenly remembered what my father said: Do you know what kind of eyes you use to look at Qiao.I was full of panic.Did he find out?My heart was pounding loudly.

"Why are you so afraid?"

"No."

"You're almost a meter back. Howe, you're not quite right today."

I also know that it is impolite to push back with hands.But I'm more worried about Takumi looking too clearly at me than being polite.

Coincidentally, I don't care about my mood or my heartbeat.He put his hand in front of me with a crossball grip.Just like the hands of the Noh priestess I have seen to summon the souls of the living into bliss, she easily pulled me who weighed twice as much as him to the baseball in his palm.He ordered almost compulsively: "Come here! Look carefully. You can clearly see the movement of every finger and every muscle of mine."

"How is it?" Qiao was very proud.This time, I did not admit my mistake. "A fork ball."

"That's right. Grandpa said I'm still young. I can't learn. But, I'll grow up soon. When the time comes,"

"It's too early for your body to learn to fork."

"Why are you like grandpa? Afraid of this and that. I didn't say to learn now. However, I absolutely don't allow others to know how to cross the ball. I can only use straight balls. This is too bad. Besides, I will learn another kind of ball Lu, as a catcher, don’t you have more choices when serving the ball? Besides, how can there be a professional baseball player who can only throw straight balls?”

After being pushed down on the grass, I turned over and sat up, subconsciously facing each other, "Tatsuya Uesugi."

"That's just an anime character. I didn't expect you to be so childish."

Originally, I watched Major League Baseball with Maharu, but actually I don’t really watch anime.But coincidentally, I really hate this kind of pretending to be mature.Obviously, I am just a kid at my level.Why should I be led away by him?

"That's right. Harada is going to be in Koshien. He's a stronger star than Shigeno Goro."

Qiao must have heard the teasing in my words. "Stop that bullshit," he said to me. "Howe, turn in your application next week. I want everyone to know that there's no one else who can pitch for the Nitta Tonaka baseball team. Catcher, you. Ho, are you ready?"

His eyes were cold and calm.Not joking or being overly cocky.He is serious.It is the kind of seriousness that must be done.If you can't do it, keep trying.until it succeeds.That's it, the determination to move forward.My heart pounded again.

This reminds me of the fateful encounter Qingbo said.

Qingbo came over in the morning, begging me not to give up on his brother.That was before the uniform buckle.

Qiao seems to have disliked the ugliness of uniforms more than once.Aunt Makiko said that the school is very strict, and she also told Grandpa Yosan that she was worried that Qiao's personality would cause trouble.Coincidentally, such a child will go to the bar if he feels uncomfortable.So the relationship between him and Aunt Makiko is far less soft than Qingbo and Aunt Makiko.

That day, almost yelling, Aunt Makiko told him not to speak in this way right away.Qiao walked out without saying a word, went to the entrance to put on his shoes without bringing his lunch box, and wanted to escape quickly.Aunt Makiko chased her out.I don't know what I said to anger Qiao.When Aomami held the ball and put it in his brother's palm to calm him down, at the entrance, what he saw was Aunt Makiko who just waved her hand and slapped Qiao, who was looking at her reddened palm with regret.

"My brother didn't expect my mother to beat him. Neither did my mother. They just stood opposite each other. One looked at his trembling hand from the height of the entrance, and the other kept his face turned away for several seconds."

In the end, when Makiko realized that she wanted to apologize, she happened to run away without giving her a chance.It was Qingbo who stayed and comforted Aunt Makiko for a long time.

It was also the first time Aobo saw Aunt Makiko playing tricks.In the past, no matter how bad the two were at each other, they would talk loudly, and then Makiko had no choice but to walk away by coincidence.There is no way to quarrel.

This time, Qiao did not escape.He persisted bravely and stubbornly.

"Mom said that Aunt Setsuko called her. Please help my mother to persuade my brother not to play baseball with you. Aunt Setsuko said that you need tutoring and that you are the one who will inherit the hospital. You are very busy. You have a lot to learn .It's ten to eleven o'clock in the evening."

My mother doesn't speak like that.This is Qingbo's way of speaking.My mother must have complained, and then said, "I get up in the middle of the night every day, and the light is still on in the child's bedroom." Such words from the unique perspective of mothers in the world made Aunt Makiko, who is also a mother, feel the same way.

"My brother said that he didn't involve you, Brother Xiaohao. This is called a fateful encounter. It must be in Yongcang."

What do you mean you have to be in a permanent warehouse?

To let everyone know something.

Doesn't this give me renewed hope?

"Are you dating here again?"

I was so nervous that I could only reach out and grab the turf on the ground, I heard Zeguchi's voice.When I looked up, Zekou was less than half a meter in front of me.Zeguchi came so close that I didn't realize it.I hurriedly took two steps back on the grass, and replied, "No."

Coincidentally don't speak.Staring at me, big eyes filled with displeasure.The movement of the hands paused.Sure enough, it was a coincidence that baseball was disturbed, and it was untouchable.

"Nonsense." Zekou said incredulously.Donggu didn't believe it either.

"Where am I talking nonsense? Harada, you rejected the invitation of the beautiful teacher to go on a date with Hao!" Sawaguchi looked at Qiao next to me.

"Huh?" Wasn't it me?

Kaoru Ono is a Chinese teacher and the tutor of our fourth class.The skin is fair, the eyes are large, and the long hair is neatly held in wooden barrettes.The students were deeply attracted by Ono and called her a beautiful teacher.

Higashigu and Zeguchi are still talking to each other, vividly talking about the special preferential treatment of the beautiful teacher to Qiao.She didn't realize that Qiao didn't care about what they said at all.I didn't understand what was going on.Because, compared to the beautiful teacher, I care more about Qiao's fingers.Those fingers that were too close to be seen.

If he throws a changeup, will I miss it?The ball is out of hand.My heart was pounding again.

Donggu put his arms across his chest and nodded vigorously. "Right? Who would say to a teacher with a serious face: 'I think the teacher's voice is nice'?I'm very shy, and just thinking about it makes me feel——Oh, it hurts.Harada what are you doing? "

The ball hit Sawaguchi's head in a parabola.After bouncing off, I reached out reflexively to pick up the bounced ball.Unexpectedly easy.

"Her voice is very nice." Qiao continued to interject, as if about to interrupt Zeguchi's words: "Her voice is very nice, very clear, doesn't stick together, and sounds very comfortable. That's all."

Oh, I see.Qiao hates anything that is entangled, whether it is people, voices or movements, as long as it is pulling, sticking, or entangled, he hates it.

The voice of the beautiful teacher is a bit low and hoarse, but it is really pleasing to the ear and pleasant to hear.He's just honestly expressing his feelings, that's all.

However, the beaten Sawaguchi was not satisfied with this answer. "Damn it! Higashitani! Hold Takumi's leg. Hao, use your big hand to completely control Harada."

After he said a word, he smiled and rubbed his hands left and right, like a street wanderer who bullies the young lady in a Dahe drama. "Harada, if you fall into my hands today, you are doomed. Hao, come on!"

"What's on?" I was just looking at Qiao's fingering ball, and didn't pay attention to listening.

"Squeeze Qiao's hand!"

In order to prevent Zeguchi from continuing to be angry.I can only feel sorry for the coincidence.Just when I overwhelmed Qiao, Higashitani and Sawaguchi screamed "Ah" in my ears, and then there was silence.

I turned my head to look at them, their eyes widened like goldfish in shock, and they put their hands over each other's mouths.The tip of the nose drilled into a faint scent of plum blossoms.This reminds me of the big plum tree in Qiao's house.

"Coincidentally, is your plum tree still blooming this season?"

"Uh, um. It's almost over."

"It smells good."

I don't see beauty in the eye of the beholder, and I'm not lying.At that time, I bowed my head on Qiao's neck, and I really smelled the cold fragrance of plum trees.

Cleverly put his right hand against my abdomen, blocking my face from him.Said to me: "How, you look at me with that strange look again."

I was so scared that I got up immediately and sat back to my original place.Feel guilty and straighten your body.

Afterwards, Sawaguchi told me mysteriously that at that time, my whole body was on Qiao's body, like a big dog that hadn't seen its master for a long time throwing down its master when it returned home.If I hadn't said the phrase "It smells so good", they would have thought I was lying on Qiao's body when they saw my back, sticking out my tongue to lick Qiao's whole body.

Zeguchi compared me to a big dog and Qiao to his master, making fun of me all the way.I can't even think in my head.My heart is full of embarrassment that overwhelms cleverness.I didn't realize at the time that something was irreparably wrong with me.

At night, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling.I can't calm down at all.What comes to mind is a ball caught between dexterous fingers.

Forkball, curveball, sinker.

"When the physical development is complete, it must be learned. I want everyone to know that there is no one else who is capable of pitching the Nitta Tonaka baseball team except me."

If it's a coincidence, it must be done.Whether it's turning the ball, slowing it down, or dropping it, that guy should be able to do it all, and the straight ball is more powerful.

"Ho, are you ready?"

"Can I do it?" It was only after hearing my own voice that I realized that I had spoken my mind.A chill ran through his body.

can i do it

Coincidentally, there is a plan to say so.But it's just a plan, just the thought of catching the ball, is that enough?

Can I keep being that guy's catcher?Will one day be unable to keep up with his footsteps?

My eyes shifted to the question bank on the table. Next week there will be a school strength test, which is the first official test since I entered school, and there will be a mid-term exam at the end of next month.After that, the content of the lectures will become difficult at an accelerated rate, and the amount will increase at the same time. The school has said it N times.In the cram school that was still taking not long ago, both English and Mathematics have entered the scope of the third semester (Note: The school system in Japan is three semesters per academic year.).

The words on the book were condensed into dots of ink one by one, blurred.I simply closed the book and concentrated on thinking about clever things.

I'm such a fan of baseball, is it really okay?is this correct?I suddenly thought so in my heart.

After meeting Qiao, he fell in love with baseball, so he came here with the same intention.But maybe this is a mistake, maybe one day, I will not be able to keep up with Qiao's footsteps, and I will become miserable and desolate, and I can't even read books...

"Should I give up baseball?" However, I don't want to give it up to anyone.The feeling of holding everything in the palm of my hand, no one can take it away from me.

It's only now!Why bother?Think of a way!skillful.

"Really, I met someone I shouldn't have met." When arguing about whether to go to cram school, Mother's Day child once said this in a crying voice.Although angry at the time, but now it makes sense.

"You really are the one in trouble."

After saying this sentence, I always feel a little weird, and I can hear my own laughter in the dark.I opened "The Theory and Practice of Baseball" and covered my face, I lay down and read it slowly.

When I woke up the next day, my father told me that I was nearsighted.

Um.it is true.In my first year of junior high school, I had to wear thick glasses because I read too much at night.

It seems that counting the cherry blossoms because of looking directly at the sun on the lawn is an incentive.At that time, I could smell the plum blossom fragrance on Qiao's body because of the sensory compensation that the sense of smell supplemented after the loss of vision.People who are blind are more sensitive to touch and smell than ordinary people for a long time, but I am temporary and sudden.My father took me to the city to have my eyesight checked, and I got a pair of big black-rimmed glasses with round edges.My face is naturally round.It is very ugly after wearing round glasses.I put the glasses in the drawer.Anyway, it's not very deep.

If I had the chance to do it all over again, I would definitely go back and open the drawer and put the glasses on my face 24 hours a day!

All the high myopia in adulthood is the fault of innocence in childhood!

Thinking about it now, myopia is also a little good.At least, when Qiao said that my eyes were weird, I told him openly: it was because I was short-sighted.Should be able to fool the past.But I don't know either.Because after that time on the lawn, Qiao never said that my eyes were strange.I also didn't say anything about my nearsightedness.

Of course, I never looked at Qiao seriously after that.Because I really, can't see clearly.

I was a little lucky.Wow!It turns out that there is another way that I can't see the ball clearly.There will be a day when I can't see clearly.Then, I won't care about that person so much, will I?

もういいよ、Barely reluctantly (Enough, stop thinking about it, concentrate on studying.)