The cleverness in the eyes of Yongcanghao

Turns out the ceiling wasn't all white.That's enough.Been watching it for three hours.Can't learn at all.

On the table is the punishment for skipping classes for the past two days.Double the tutoring assignments.The pencil was resting on the open scroll, and there was no intention of moving it at all.

When I came back, my mother handed these to me with a sad face.She must be very disappointed with my son who escaped to play basketball and refused to go to cram school obediently.I wanted to show up and redeem my promise to play baseball without delaying my studies.As a result, I'm just rolling around on my own bed with the pillows in my arms.

When I stood in the strike zone, I looked at the resolute face that had become due to the force, and my heart was pounding.I was more nervous than telling my male teacher that I liked him when I was five years old.

The view from the strike zone is completely different from what it was as a catcher.I can stand up and see Qiao's slightly lowered eyes when he lifts his left foot, and every little expression on his face when he swings his right hand.I just held the bat and stayed there, watching Joe.I think, probably because the light shining in Qiao's raised eyes was so dazzling that I forgot how to swing the bat.

"It must be so. That guy is really good." I looked at a little stain on the ceiling and talked to myself.

This is not acceptable.I know.But I really want to play baseball with Qiao.Don't care about anything, don't care about anything, as long as he throws the ball, I catch it.that's it.

I rolled over.I think of these few dream-like exercises.I really caught a clever shot.Not just one, but many.There is no mirror in my room.Fortunately not.I feel like I must be stupid the way I am.

I can't count how many times we played catch and drop.I forgot how I was standing in Koshien, catching Qiao's ball amidst the cheers of the audience surrounded by layers.All I remember is the sharp eyes that Qiao opened before he threw the ball.The sound of the ball hitting the glove.

Jingle bell~ What is an alarm clock?

I looked up at the horizon.There is a faint golden ring around the edge of the cloud.Their irregular shapes were blown away by the wind, and fanned away.The morning star shone persistently in the half-dark clouds.The breath of dawn is quite strong.

I suddenly wanted to play with Qiao, under such a sky.We've done countless pitching practices and never one at this time.I want to try all possibilities with Qiao.There could have been more colorful backgrounds in the years I recall later.

I picked up my gloves and closed the door.Sealed a table of books.

I was going to go slowly.Because Qingbo told me when and where his brother ran.I ran along the bridge to the shrine.I want to run into him on the road.

Then I ran to Qiao's house.I think it's because I ran around and couldn't meet them by chance, so I just ran over to find someone.I was in such a hurry that I forgot to bring my watch.I reckon it should have run long enough.But the sun still has no intention of showing his face.

Coincidentally, I don't know if I woke up.The lights were on in the room.I don't know if Qiao is someone who sleeps with the lights on at night.I don't know if he will come for a run today.Although Qingbo said that he runs every day.I tentatively picked up a small stone and threw it up to the second floor.In the sound of the wind, the sound of the window being hit by stones was very indistinct.

No response, I threw another one.But I dare not try harder.I'm here to call for help, not to tear down windows.Unexpectedly, the window moved a little this time.After a while, the window was knocked up.Qiao poked his head out.He saw me.Thank goodness.

I waved at him and shouted, "Do you want to come down?"

Qiao asked me: "Why do you go down?"

"Pitching practice, of course."

Coincidentally, there was no answer, and the figure disappeared.The cold wind in the morning blows on the body that has just finished running, and the sweat evaporates quickly, making it a little cold.

Footsteps sounded softly on the stairs.I feel relieved to get closer.The only plum tree in the courtyard is blooming very well.

The sound of the ancient stairs became softer and weaker, and finally even slowed down.Probably because I was afraid of waking up Aunt Makiko who was suffering from a slight neurasthenia.I leaned against the trunk of the plum tree and waited.This sneaky feeling of doing bad things is not decent, but it seems to be okay.

Qiao put on a windproof jacket on top of his tracksuit, and tucked gloves and a ball under his armpits.He walked straight up to me and said, "I see."

"What did you say?"

"It's easy to sneak out of a house, but not a communal apartment."

I said, "Night outings are the beginning of the crime, and the big house is the reason for the crime?" I said it as if it was the fault of the house that I sneaked out.

Qiao looked a little annoyed and said, "Are you an idiot? You came here in the middle of the night to do some passing practice, even if you say it's a night tour, you think it's dangerous."

I'm spinning the ball in my hand.Pick up something you can tell him.I said, "I woke up a little early. Because I couldn't sleep, I wanted to go for a run, but when I got here, I found that the light in your room was on."

Coincidentally look at my hand. "Running with gloves?" A look of disbelief.

I can't say that I ran out just to play with you.I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Yeah. What about you? What are you doing at this kind of time?"

"Nonsense, study."

"Liar." Coincidentally is someone who can live as long as he has a baseball.When it comes to reading, I really can't imagine Takumi holding a pen in his right hand.

Qiao said, "Why lie to you! I always study at this kind of time."

It turned out to be true.I was upset thinking of the double penalty on the table. "I can't bear it. Please, don't even talk about reading for you, I will have a headache."

I kind of regret it when I say it.I didn't control my emotions well.I must have been fierce when I spoke just now.Qiaocai looked at me so worriedly.

"Where are you going?"

"The main road is good, there are street lights, and the feet will not step on the mud."

"Okay." Qiao agreed.

I looked up and there were stars in the night sky.It turned out that there was more than one Venus.But the early birds were already chirping in the distance.That's great.

The white ball bounced back and forth between Qiao and me.This solid catch of the ball makes me feel very comfortable.It seemed that he reached out and caught a little shadow of Qiao.

Qiao suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Qiao unbuttoned his windbreaker jacket and said, "It's nothing. It's a little hot."

The sound of the zipper rattling is especially clear in the quiet early morning.I don't dare to look at him.He asked aloud, "Can we officially start?"

"It's impossible to go all out, you can't get it in this light."

I know.Maybe someday I won't be able to catch your ball in any kind of light.I know my weakness.So I cherish the remaining minutes and seconds.I can't ask Qiao Pao to slow down and wait for me, so I can only ride fast to catch up.Same as when we first met.

"Okay, then use eight points of strength." At this level, I should be able to handle it.

"Seventy percent."

"Thank you for your trouble." I must have smiled ugly.

I stepped back a little, holding the glove up.The early bird is chirping again.The rooster also started to crow.As if on a leash, even the dog started barking.

Coincidentally, it seems that it is already late.He said, "Oh, signal of dawn. Last ball."

So fast?I stood up suddenly, thinking that a few more shots would not be enough.But I know I can't be so willful.I tap on my gloves.Say, "But go all out! 100 percent."

"If you don't pick it up, I don't care if you get hurt."

worry less.I'm not so weak yet. (I know.) I squatted down firmly and told him with my actions.

"Hao, I'm going to vote."

In the dream, sharp eyes flashed in front of his eyes.The glove has a real touch that is not in the dream.The little beast was still clamoring.How can I let you escape again.With 20.00% of my strength, I finally subdued the little monster after a burst of tingling friction.

"Brilliant, exactly like the best ball I've ever caught during the day."

"Because it's 100%! I didn't release water." Qiao looked quite proud.

very good.I can catch it.I believe in coincidence.What he said was [-] percent would not be the slightest bit.This guy has total control over his pitch.Including strength, direction, ball feel.That's right, this is the ball feel of genius.

"How many pitches like this can you throw during a game?" I asked.

"You can cast as many as you want."

"Easy to say." He said so.I believe he can really do it.

"I can shoot if I have to. It depends on how you match the ball as to whether you want to knock out the opponent with a lackluster ball or a fastball."

"With the ball, with the ball." Yes.Grandpa Jinggang said that the catcher is the only one who can adjust the pitcher.Therefore, while Qiao's skills are maturing, the growth of me as a pitcher is necessary.

Just when I muttered to match the ball with the ball.There is the sound of a car.It's coming at us.The style is very similar to mine.

"Too bad, it's my mother."

"Hao!" Mother's Day pajamas were covered with a green sweater.After a shake, he got out of the car door.

I had so much fun.I completely forgot that my mother would come into my room every morning to call me for breakfast.If you run out without saying hello, you will be found.

"Coincidentally, thank you for being with me. Let's call it a day. Tomorrow~" I suddenly remembered that this was the morning, not our usual after school.I changed my tune, "See you later."

"Why did you come to such a place?" Mother looked back at Qiao.Hit me hard on the head.I broke my promise again.If you go back, you will definitely be criticized.The good mood I had just now disappeared in an instant.How could mother do this?In front of Qiao, it's too ugly.How can I resent my mother?

By this time, we were already in the car.The door closed, the engine started, and it went a long way in one fell swoop.Still the same bridge, still the same time.Different directions, different moods.My mother's crying made me uncomfortable in my ears.Is my bluegill sunfish still in Qiao's house?