fastball under a clear sky

In the lounge after a game in the American Major League Baseball, no matter whether the team wins or loses, it is always full of tired complaints. A group of big men chatted together, took a shower, and after finishing their things, they went to the stadium. The bus outside gathers back to the hotel. The group life of the team is the same no matter in school or professional baseball, or even in any country. Every player is used to this kind of life.

"Wu, congratulations, do you want to have a drink with us after returning to the hotel?"

The Bruins with four sticks in a suit—Gonzalez patted Wu Yiwei on the shoulder who won the winning pitch today and asked.

Shaking his head, Wu Yiwei flatly rebuffed: "No, I don't know how to drink and it will spoil everyone's fun."

"Louie, don't make fun of yourself." The head of the shortstop interjected and said, "Give it up, the good baby will not go out when he returns to the hotel, and he still has to call his mother to tell his mother that he is safe!"

Wu Yiwei frowned and looked at the big man in front of him. Although the words were ugly, Wu Yiwei, who has been in the United States for seven years, knew that they were just joking. He was used to this kind of hurtful American humor, so he wouldn't Angry, but he is not good at words, it is already a bit difficult for him to communicate with people in his native language, let alone respond in English.

So Wu Yiwei is always in a daze, looking at the other party with confused eyes. This trick is quite useful. At this time, most of the other party will sigh and then shake their heads and leave, whether it is for reporters or others. It's all very useful, although I don't know what the other party will think of me, but for him, he can immediately drive away the idlers and so on.

"Pidik, are you bullying Wu again?" English with a Japanese accent came from behind the two.

A slender figure who is one size smaller in the major leagues, said to them with a warm smile: "Don't bully my husband."

"Come on, Okazaki is the one who bullies you the most, right? What is your husband? It's so disgusting!" Pidik laughed boldly.

Okazaki raised his eyebrows, hooked Wu Yiwei's neck, who was over a head taller, and said: "In Japan, the pitcher is in charge of the catcher, so this kid is one of my husbands, besides, he is the only one besides me. The yellow race, so I have to protect him even more."

Wu Yiwei showed a more troubled expression, tilting his head and waiting for these seniors to finish entertaining him.

Pidik and Gonzalez, the two tall contestants, showed their white teeth and smiled and said, "Then Okazaki, you can replace Wu and accompany us to drink! We will wait for you at the door of your room."

"Huh? I didn't say I was going..." Suddenly being dragged away by two strong men, Okazaki could only stare at Wu Yiwei with wide eyes.

"Thank you, senior." Wu Yiwei shrugged and watched Okazaki being dragged away from his eyes.

Wu Yiwei adapted very well in the United States. Due to the incident in high school, his temper and EQ in dealing with interpersonal relationships have grown a lot compared to the frizzy high school era, although the evaluation on the team is still silent. Talkative guy, but these big league teammates and coaches have a good impression of him. Among them, the head catcher Okazaki is the one who takes care of him the most.

Okazaki Kazuya and Wu Yiwei are one year old. After becoming a well-known catcher in the Japanese professional baseball, he came to the Bruins team with a very high signing bonus and the expectations of the Japanese people. His height of 170 cm is very high among major league players. The thin type, many scouts and fans in the United States think that his thin body, in the American professional baseball, which is determined by strength, being a catcher who has to endure collisions is a dead end, but he came to the United States in his first year. , with one of the best high hit rate and 1 kill rate in the league, he has sealed everyone's mouths. Now that he has entered the fourth year of the major league, he is already a hero and idol of all Japanese people. He has a gentle face The nickname of Baby Face Killer.

Wu Yiwei feels that he has some similarities with Lin Bairui, and Okazaki not only guides him on the court, but also takes good care of himself who is taciturn, so Wu Yiwei has a good impression of Okazaki and respects him very much.

Wu Yiwei, who sacrificed Okazaki and got rid of the difficult duo of the team, after sorting out his supplies and putting on his suit, he looked at the clock on the wall.

There are still 10 minutes before the departure time, and now going to the bus will become an object of entertainment for everyone, Wu Yiwei sighed and sat down on the chair. At this time, he suddenly remembered something, picked up the phone and dialed quickly.

"Hey, Wu Yiwei, do you know what time it is in Japan?" 』There was a nasally angry reprimand from the mobile phone.

"I just finished the game..."

"North, I also had a match last night!Dry!Isn't it great to play in the big leagues? 』The other party was very angry and made dry voices again and again.

"Damn! Lin Bairui, what are you (what are you)? I just want to ask you something."

"It's not just about Long Hao, you occasionally ask your brother how I will die in the game!"The more you think about it, the more unbalanced you become. 』

"What a nonsense, how is your game?"

"There is enough insincerity!Ye Da lost the game today, so he was in a bad mood (in a bad mood)! 』

"Oh, is there any news about Long Hao?" No matter how many times this is the first time he asks, every time he will be in a mood of anticipation and excitement.

"No……"

The voice coming from the microphone was visibly muffled.

"Well, that's it, then please..." Even though the answer was always disappointing every time, Wu Yiwei still said the same thing.

"Tsk...it's okay, please, but it's been eight years, can you really not let it go?" 』

"I've said it many times, I promised him!" Wu Yiwei replied concisely and forcefully.

Since Wu Yiwei came to the United States, no matter how bad the situation was, he gritted his teeth and tried to find a way to climb up. After years of hard work, he was finally promoted to the major leagues as he wished. The impulse to find Long Hao, he had to make sure that he had the ability to let Long Hao live a good life, and would not be separated due to economic factors, so he began to actively look for Long Hao when he felt that he could already be on his own.

Not only did he spend a lot of money to ask the well-known credit agency to start with Long Hao's celebrity father, but he also asked Lin Bairui to find any clues about Long Hao in Taiwan. It has been three years since he did this, but there is still no news about Long Hao. The only thing that is certain The most important thing is that Long Hao left Taiwan not long after that incident, and no one knows where he went.

Wu Yiwei had to suspect that it must be Long Hao's father who wiped out Long Hao's whereabouts at that time, to sever all relations between Long Hao and him.

"Well... Although I really don't want to talk about Long Hao like this, but as your old partner and classmate, I still have to be a bad guy, and wake up you, an infatuated black dog brother. I think you should be careful!" 』

"What do you mean?" Wu Yiwei's tone sounded a little displeased.

"To be honest, it's been eight years. Maybe Long Hao has already regarded this incident as a memory of his youth and frivolity. Maybe he has had several boyfriends. 』

"..." Wu Yiwei listened to him quietly.

"Say it yourself, you, Wu Yiwei, aren't famous enough now?You are so conspicuous and easy to find, if he is really interested, he can find your club or agency!Since he hasn't heard from him until now, don't you think he doesn't want to bother you or have anything to do with you? 』

"..."

The other end of the phone was silent, and Lin Bairui knew that these words had irritated him, so he could only sigh and apologize: "It's bad, I know what I said is very unpleasant, but I think you should really put it down, there are so many hot girls in America , even if you are really gay, there are many hunks over there, you can choose whatever you like, I think you should concentrate on being an American. 』

"I know what you said..."

Finally, Wu Yiwei on the other end of the phone spoke: "I also know that maybe he has a new life and doesn't want to talk to me, but no matter what, I still want to find him, at least I can tell him that I climbed here because of him status, to tell him that my mind has never changed, that's all..."

"Then if there are better people around him, will you bless him too?" 』

Wu Yiwei was stunned for a moment, but still answered the other party's words: "Frankly speaking, I have never thought about this question. Since you asked me, my answer is that I will not let him go. No matter whether there are other people around him, I will not let him go." I will let him leave my side again."

"Dry!You are committing a crime like this, the whole thing is perverted. 』

Wu Yiwei replied without any hesitation: "Only Long Hao's matter is impossible for me to compromise!"

"never mind!Thinking about it from another angle, you are really fucking innocent!Could it be your first time for Long Hao? 』

"Yes! So what?"

Wu Yiwei said it with confidence, which made Lin Bairui do not know how to continue.

"Now people don't find out that what they say is bullshit, let's do this first, I'm sleepy (I'm going to sleep)!" 』

After Lin Bairui finished speaking, he immediately hung up the phone, and Wu Yiwei sighed helplessly.

I miss you so much... When can I see you?Even a glance is fine...

On a sunny afternoon, a man in a suit walked into a baseball store with a box in his hand.

"Hi, I'm Kubo." A tall man with an abrupt figure among Japanese people greeted him very politely.

"Ah, Mr. Kubo, right?" Imaoka hurriedly cleared the tables in the store.

"I'm Imaoka who just answered your call, please put the things here, our boss will come out immediately."

"OK, thanks!"

Nodding politely to the busy big boy, Kubo, who came here for the first time, looked at everything in the store.

"From your professional perspective, is there anything I need to improve in my store?"

Long Hao's voice came from behind Kubo, which startled him.

"It's a great store! Whether it's the display of the products or the creation of the atmosphere." Kubo praised simply.

"But the preference is too obvious. It would be bad if you meet fans who are hostile to them, right?"

"I don't think I can meet fans who hate Okazaki in Japan."

"Oh, that's right, but I'm talking about Hankyu Tigers, and this is Kanto!"

Kubo pointed to the Lin Bairui figure advertising stand behind Long Hao.

"This is my classmate. Although he is in the Hankyu Tigers in Osaka, as a fellow townsman, I still have to cheer for him."

At this moment, Long Hao saw the cardboard box in his hand, and his eyes lit up immediately.

"Is this the glove you made?"

Kubo nodded.

"Do you have time, Kubo-san? The coffee shop next door to our shop is very nice. Let's go there and have a chat. What do you think? I want to appreciate your work."

"I have no schedule other than coming to your place today. If you don't think I'm disturbing your work, I'm happy."

Long Hao was very happy when he heard Kubao's answer, and quickly explained to Imaoka, and then took Kubao to drink coffee.

The two talked about golf equipment in different places in the coffee shop. Kubo has a very rich knowledge of golf equipment. He also told Long Hao the story when he entered this industry. Long Hao laughed with relish.

After graduating from Kubo University, when he decided to join the family business, he first worked in his own factory for a year, and then went to a glove factory in the United States for several years as an intern. After returning to Japan, he went to a glove factory in Taiwan to learn more about Taiwanese football. After traveling around the world for several years, he returned to Japan to take over the business of the factory.

"Kubo-san, I'm sorry, I want to ask what leisure activities you do during the holidays?" When the topic got to a certain level, Long Hao asked him suddenly.

"Me? Occasionally go to the gym to do some exercise, let's just watch the football broadcast at home!"

At this time, Long Hao's cell phone rang, and he quickly picked it up after making a rude gesture.

While drinking his coffee, Kubo's eyes drifted to Long Hao's store, staring at the TV screen in the window that broadcast a baseball game.

"Is that so...that's really nerve-wracking..."

"I have guests now... I will try my best!"

When Long Hao's words came to an end, Kubo turned his attention to Long Hao again.

Long Hao hung up the phone at this moment, looked at him and said, "Kubo-san, maybe it's rude to do this, but can you do me a favor and go to a place with me?"

"Now?"

"Yes, now!" Long Hao's sincere smile made the other party unable to refuse.

"it is good!"

After thinking for less than a second, Kubo made the most hasty decision in his life.

The small RV shuttled through the traffic, and it didn't take long to reach the two people's destination—the Civic Sports Park.

After Long Hao parked the car, he took out a golf bag from the glove box at the back of the car, and Kubo Daisuke looked at Long Hao's every move in puzzlement.

In the car, he asked Long Hao about his destination and what he was doing. Long Hao just smiled and didn’t answer. Does he come to the gym to sell?

Following Long Hao to the baseball field in the Civic Sports Park, Kubo became more and more suspicious.

Several people were already doing passing practice in the baseball field, and one of them, a middle-aged man in a jersey, waved at them as he ran.

"Long, it's great to have you here!"

"How? How many people are here?"

"Including you exactly eight!"

"It's really troublesome when the race schedule is not a holiday." Long Hao scratched his head and said.

"Who is this gentleman?" The other party turned the topic to Kubo.

Long Hao quickly pointed to Kubao and said, "This is Mr. Kubao who I asked him to help today."

Hearing these words, Kubo turned his head to look at Long Hao in surprise. Could it be that the help he said was...

"Long, what do you mean by helping?"

Long Hao clasped his hands together and said to him, "Please help us play ball!"

Kubo's face sank.

"impossible!"

"Please, many people in the team can't come today. If you can't get nine people, you have to give up this game."

Long Hao lowered his head so low that he couldn't lower his head. Seeing such a situation, his teammates were so embarrassed that they didn't know what to do.

Kubo Daisuke took Long Hao's hand at this time, dragged him aside and said in a slightly displeased tone, "I don't play baseball!"

"I know your hand was hurt, I'm really sorry for forcing you like this, but Kubo, you just need to stand in the right field and help us round up the numbers. Even if the right field really has the ball, it doesn't matter if you don't catch it. We think A solution." Long Hao clasped his hands again and begged him.

Stand where you have the least chance of hitting the ball?Kubo looked at Long Hao who was waiting for a reply with his head bowed, and then at the other people who turned their heads to look here frequently.

Alas... just think it's for business!

"I really haven't touched the ball for more than ten years. It's completely useless. If you don't mind, I'll be your right fielder today!"

"Great!" Long Hao raised his hands and clenched his fists and smiled at him, "Kubo-san, let me take you to change clothes! I have the ball pants here."

"Even the ball pants are ready for me, don't you just show that you want to ask me to play ball?"

Long Hao scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "To be honest, if you want to refuse, I really don't know what to do!"

After Long Hao lost his smile, Kubo started a baseball game in a semi-forced state, which he hadn't seen for more than ten years.

Long Hao took out new ball pants from his equipment bag, and Kubo went to the locker room to change. After dressing, he couldn't help staring at himself in the mirror in a daze.

It turns out that it’s a virtue for me to wear a jersey. Kubo looked at himself in the mirror with a serious look, thinking that when he was a child, he often fantasized about himself playing professional baseball when he grows up. If that hadn’t happened...

"You're so handsome! The clothes fit you well!"

Long Hao walked to his side unknowingly, staring at the mirror with him.

"Dasuke-kun has a good figure, and he looks very imposing when he wears the jersey, not as shriveled as I wear it, like a monkey."

Kubo turned his head and looked at the teammate beside him who he had just met. He didn't expect him to call him by his own name, but he didn't hate it.

"No matter how good-looking I am, I can't hide my poor skills on the court."

Kubo warned with self-deprecation: "When the time comes, I keep having problems, so you can't blame me."

"Don't worry, we are very grateful that you agreed to help us complete the game. I borrowed spikes from the other player who didn't play. Please try them in the rest area. If you can, we will be ready to play."

Nodding his head, Kubo followed Long Hao out of the locker room and moved towards the court.

When the two walked to the players' rest area, all Long Hao's teammates had arrived. After the two teams saluted, they went back to the players' rest area to prepare.

A middle-aged man who looked to be about 40 years old shouted to everyone after reading the attacking bat times and the defensive position: "Today we are very few, and Long even brought his friends to help us. We finally got the number of people to compete. , everyone, try your best and have a good game!"

"Yes!" Everyone shouted energetically.

"The Flame team has a good shot, hurry up and play!" The referee on the field urged this side with a loud voice.

The game finally started.

So weak!

This is the feeling that floated in Kubo's head for a few minutes after he left the game.

Standing in right field, he watched the rivalry between the two teams in the infield.The level of the two teams is not high. The pitcher of our team who defended first failed to throw the ball into the strike zone, and has already walked two people. Then the batter hit a short-stop ground ball, but the shortstop happened. The error caused the bases to be packed, and the Flames were in danger of losing points as soon as the game started.

Faced with this bat, the pitcher threw two more balls, and Kubo impatiently let out a groan that only he could hear.

At this moment, with a sound of "Clang!", the hitter hit a high fly ball.

"2 Laidou!"

The shouts of his teammates reached Kubo's ears. It was a flying ball in front of him. After judging the flight trajectory of the ball, he immediately sprinted forward. A hit with the infield.

Seeing that the ball was about to hit the ground, Kubo stretched out the glove desperately, and the ball was caught near his knee.

The runners on three bases thought it must be a hit, so they left the base early and rushed to the next base. second base.

"Stomp!" Kubo yelled as he tossed the ball to the second baseman.

The second baseman caught his fast and accurate pass in a state of shock, stomped on the base bag and shouted to third base, "3 Sado!"

The small white ball was also accurately passed to the third baseman's glove.

"OUT!"

Both the second and third base umpires called outs.

After being stunned for a second, everyone in the audience shouted, "Oh my god, three kills! It's the first time I've even seen it since I played basketball!"

"Excellent!"

The players of the Flames walked off the court and discussed with each other excitedly, but Daisuke Kubo ran back to the rest area expressionlessly.

"You are amazing!"

"It's really too strong! Kubo-san is a professional baseball player, right?"

Everyone praised Kubo back and forth, admiring this impromptu shooter.

"I'm just lucky."

Kubo scratched his ears and said plainly, then sat in the corner of the rest area.

The habit he had developed in playing before made Kubo involuntarily observe the hitting teammates on the field. Seeing that the first shot was quickly dealt with, he tilted his head and sighed softly.

"What's your opinion, Daisuke?"

Long Hao sat beside him and watched the field together.

"I don't have a good opinion, but I swung too fast. I should have waited for one or two pitches. The opponent's pitch obviously didn't hit the strike zone very well."

"Well, when do you think it will be called?"

"When he made the changeup, it was obviously too red."

"I think so too."

Hearing Long Hao's answer, Kubao couldn't help but look at him, and at the same time the second hitter was also dealt with.

"If I'm not wrong, wait for his slider, right?" Long Hao winked at him.

"Yes!" Kubo didn't expect Long Hao to have the same idea as him, so he couldn't help smiling knowingly.

Soon the third number of outs also appeared, and the two picked up their gloves and walked to the court. Before going on the court, Long Hao patted him on the back: "I'll leave the defense to you. You will have a lot of balls on your side today."

"Huh?" He made a puzzled question, but Long Hao didn't say anything more, just smiled at him as usual, and shouted loudly from his seat.

"Be on guard, everyone!"

"Oh!" the Flame players followed suit.

After Kubo returned to right field, he thought about Long Hao's words. Logically speaking, with this amateur level, they should not be able to form four formations. So what did Long Hao mean?

It didn't take Kubao much time to understand what Long Hao said was true. In amateur games, right field should be the most idle of the nine defensive positions, but today he is extremely busy. There are a lot of flying balls, and he has run in the outfield several times, but this long-lost sense of running makes him miss it very much.

When it was the team's turn to attack, Long Hao hit a bat in front of him, and none of the five hitters of the Flame team was able to step on the first base bag.

Before going on stage, Long Hao said to himself again: "I will definitely let you send me back."

Although Kubo didn't understand where Long Hao's confidence lies, he still cheered for him. When he went up, his teammates in the rest area spoke.

"Long, don't look at him, he's handsome, but he has the highest hit rate in the team! His ball pick is really good, and although he doesn't hit far, he always finds holes in the ball. .”

How strong is this kid?

When Kubo was skeptical, Long Hao hit a ground hit through the third base shortstop as his teammates said.

"Great!"

"Kubo-san, it was you who struck!"

Amid the applause, Kubo put on his batting helmet, took the bat and walked to the strike zone.

It's been a long time since he got the aluminum bat... He took the bat and waved it before entering the strike zone, which seemed to regain a little familiar feeling. After taking a deep breath, he walked into the right batting zone, staring at the pitcher sharply.

Seeing such a tall hitter, the pitcher showed a little fear in his eyes, but he still threw a straight ball close to his body.

Is this his speedball?It didn't seem too hard to hit, Kubo thought as he watched the ball go in.

The pitcher got ready and threw the same fastball, at which point Kubo's bat also swung, but because of poor timing, the ball went out of bounds to the left.

Tsk!Another wasted strike count.

After hitting two balls, Kubo focused on looking at the pitcher again, only to see that the opponent's pitcher shot again, and a straight ball that also went inward flew towards him.

This time, Kubo saw it very clearly, he already had a clear idea of ​​the opponent's level with the two goals just now.

This ball is a slider!

As he predicted, the ball turned into the strike zone the moment it passed his body.

With a sound of "Clang!", the little white ball that hit the bat flew out.

Daisuke Kubo turned around and hit the ball to the outfield. The ball flew far, far, and finally went out of the fence.

"A home run!"

"oh!"

A sound of yelling and applause reached his ears, and Kubo ran to the bases slowly, and walked back around four bases with ease.

Accepting a series of heroic cheers, Kubo's gaze remained on Long Hao who came back to home plate earlier than him.

"Kubo is really amazing!"

Long Hao applauded desperately in the crowd, and then followed his teammates to high-five him.

On this day, the Flames beat the opponent by a ten-point gap, and Kubo stole the limelight on the court, it was like his solo show.

When everyone was changing clothes after the game, a teammate walked up to Kubo, he was a little embarrassed and asked, "Um...are you Daisuke Kubo who studied at Xitong High School?"

At this time, Kubo turned his back to the other party and wiped his freshly washed body. When he heard the name of the school, he paused, then nodded and admitted: "Yes!"

"Ah, it's really you! You were so strong back then, I'm your fan!" The other party danced happily.

Long Hao showed a puzzled expression, and looked at the two with his head tilted.

"You and Okazaki are legendary golden partners, I remember them all! At that time, the shops in the shopping street hardly did business as long as there was a Xitong game, and they all ran to cheer for you. Now that I think about it, it has been more than ten years , I really miss it!"

"It's all in the past." Kubo continued to pack his things with a sullen face.

"I think it's a pity that you were injured the year you were finally able to enter Koshien..."

"Eh... yes..."

The other party continued to talk, but Long Hao saw that Kubao didn't want to talk to him.

"Ah, I have to go back to the store, I'm sorry, Kubo and I left first!" Long Hao quickly interrupted his teammate, and hinted that the other party left first.

Kubao is not an idiot, he immediately understood Long Hao's intentions, he nodded to the people present, and quickly left the locker room.

Sitting in Long Hao's car, Kubo Daisuke spoke on the way back.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you for what?" Long Hao gave him a puzzled look: "I should be thanking, if not for you, we would have opened the skylight for today's competition."

"I always thought that I couldn't play decently, but I didn't expect to have a chance to touch the ball today."

Kubo still remembers the touch of the ball with his fingers, and the comfort when he kicked the ball out of the field. The long-lost excitement quietly emerged from the bottom of his heart, and he even felt that his eyes were about to burst out...

"I really hope, no, everyone on the team wants you to join the Flame team, but our team is still quite weak, I don't know if you will dislike it."

"how come?"

Kubo shook his head, "I'm not a very good player either."

"Anyway, I want you to think about our team. By the way, I forgot to ask, are you married, Daisuke?"

"No, why do you ask that?"

"Because we practice one day on Friday night, it's a bit difficult for those who have girlfriends or families. I want to tell you first so that you can take it into consideration."

"I don't have a girlfriend either."

Long Hao showed an inconceivable expression: "Hey, Daisuke is so handsome, how could he not have a girlfriend?"

"Well, I'm gay, so I'm not going to get married or have a girlfriend."

Kubo's sudden explosive confession made Long Hao very surprised, how could someone so readily admit that he is gay, and he is also a Japanese with a lot of male chauvinism?

"Is that so..." Long Hao felt a little embarrassed.

"Scared?" Daisuke Kubo smiled. "It's nothing. Why do you all have the same reaction?" He frowned again.

"Uh, I'm just wondering how you can speak so bluntly. Based on my understanding of the Japanese, you seem to be more depressed." Long Hao smiled to resolve the embarrassment.

"Speaking directly can save a lot of trouble."

Kubo sneered and said, "Like my dad, he wouldn't force me to go on a blind date like he forced my elder brother. I don't have a lot of women doing white jobs around me, and I think it's okay. I like men naturally, just like most Is it any wonder that men naturally like women?"

"You're right, it's not surprising at all." Long Hao smiled, and the people in front of him seemed to dislike beating around the bush.

"I seem to have told you too much..."

"No, isn't this just a chat between friends?"

"Are you friends?"

Unexpectedly, it was only the second time they met, and they were already friends. Although Kubo felt a little quick, he didn't hate this feeling. "How? How did you feel about me knowing I was gay?"

"Huh? It's nothing! Seeing that you said it so simply, I think I should be more frank." Long Hao showed a very bright smile.

He thinks that Kubo is very similar to Wu Yiwei, a person who is not very good at expressing himself will have such a straightforward behavior.

While waiting for the red light, Long Hao turned his head to him and said, "Actually, I'm also gay, maybe because of this I have a feeling of sympathy for you! I also admire your straightforwardness, but I dare not say it!"

"Oh!" Kubo raised his eyebrows in response without any surprise.

In fact, this is the first time that Kubo has a crush on someone he doesn't know well. Long Hao has the power to make people let go of their guards, so no matter whether he is of the same kind as himself, he will like this person.

Long Hao looked at the expressionless Kubo, and asked unconfidently, "Did I say that much too much?"

"No, just like you said, this is a small talk between friends." Kubo shook his head.

"Then let me ask you now, do you have a date?"

Long Hao was stunned for a while, and then covered it up with a smile: "I guess I didn't! I had a relationship with someone a long time ago, but this kind of unblessed relationship quickly fell through..."

"Then it doesn't mean..." Kubo didn't understand the meaning of Long Hao's words.

Long Hao scratched his head and continued: "It's a bit embarrassing to say, at that time there was a very serious agreement with the other party, and now I think of it as a very childish promise, I think the other party has long since forgotten it, but I feel sorry for that stupid My youthful past is still full of nostalgia..."

Kubo nodded his head and said regretfully, "Really? I'm sorry to mention your sad past."

"It's over, it's nothing."

While Long Hao was saying these words, Wu Yiwei's face kept flashing in his mind, that straightforward, reckless and hot-blooded young man who was not good at words, the only one he could associate with with all his heart and soul.

Kubao could feel that something was wrong with him, and then he didn't say anything, the two of them stopped talking here until the car returned to Long Hao's shop.

"It's time for me to go back too!" Long Hao's Che Kubo said, and walked in the direction of his car.

"Thank you very much for your help today!" Long Hao thanked him again.

"I had a great time!" Kubo also nodded politely to him.

Long Hao smiled at him and said goodbye: "Then you drive carefully all the way, I should go back to the store."

Just as Long Hao turned to leave, Kubo stopped him again: "Can we meet again next time?"

"I plan to keep entering the gloves you made with KUBO, of course I will!"

Long Hao, who turned around, tilted his head and stared at Kubo suspiciously.

Kubo took a breath and said, "I mean outside of business."

"Eh?"

"Long, do you want to date me?"

With a handsome and upright face, Kubo looked at Long Hao seriously, exactly the same as Wu Yiwei who confessed to him eight years ago.

Just like back then, Long Hao was at a loss for what to do.

note

1. Blocking rate: The catcher's data on preventing runners from stealing bases. The higher the blocking rate, the better the catcher. This is also one of the references for scouts and coaches to select catchers.

2 Lai Dou: Right fielder, written as rightfielder in English, in order to shorten the time of calling people, so the stadium is directly called right fielder right, and the Japanese writing is ライト, so the pronunciation in Japan and Taiwan is called Lai Dou.

3 Sa Dou: Third baseman, written as third in English, pronounced in Japanese as サ 一ド, and pronounced in Chinese as Sa Dou.

4 Arrangement: As the name suggests, the defensive side adjusts its defensive position, allowing the hitter to hit the ball where he wants him to hit.