fastball under a clear sky

Today's weather is still hot and sunny. On the empty baseball field, there are four men warming up with a small white ball. Three of them are wearing light sports trousers. Only Wu Yiwei is wearing suit pants and a sweatshirt.

"You're going to get sunburned later." Lin Bairui, who was passing the ball to him, spoke to him in a funny tone.

"How did I know that I could play in Japan!" I came to Japan in a hurry, and only brought two or three sets of laundry pants. All I brought were shirts, suit pants or jeans. Yesterday, I forgot to ask Lin Bairui to help me I brought playing clothes, so I had to wear suit pants to go into battle.

Long Hao could only shake his head helplessly.Really, I only thought of helping him with left-handed gloves and spikes, but I didn't think of the problem of clothing.

"Long Hao's passing feels really good, do you want to pass and catch the ball with him?"

Watching the challenger team warm up, Lin Bairui took the opportunity to lose to Wu Yiwei: "Look at Kubo talking and laughing with him, I feel really happy."

"Shut up!" Wu Yiwei threw a ball angrily.

"Keep to the north, it hurts!" Lin Bairui yelled strangely: "Damn it."

Wu Yiwei raised his voice and said to him with a stinky face, "Squat down! I want to pick up the ball (pitching practice)."

Seeing Long Hao, who was not far away from me, chatting and laughing with that dead Japanese on the K machine (passing and catching the ball), I got angry.

Lin Bairui spread his hands, and squatted down helplessly to prepare for the squat capture: "First, throw a few lightly to warm up."

Wu Yiwei only glanced at the ball in his hand, then quickly threw the ball.

"Bump!" The loud sound of the ball hitting the glove spread throughout the empty stadium.

"Damn! Didn't I tell you to throw the ball lightly? You threw the ball so fast at the beginning and you killed me! Fortunately, I have a quick reaction."

Lin Bairui took his left hand out of the glove and swung it, cursing Wu Yiwei non-stop.

Hearing the clatter of gloves from another group next to him, Kubo couldn't help but smile wryly: "It looks like it's going to be a tough fight."

Long Hao took a look at Wu Yiwei's practice throwing and sighed: "Those who can catch Wu Yiwei's ball immediately, except for Lin Bairui, there should be only major league catchers left. Ha, I feel so stupid to challenge him."

"Why did you do this?" Kubo asked. He was surprised and very happy that Long Hao would do this. Could it be that Long Hao chose to stand by him?

"I'm also a baseball player! I also want to play against top pitchers." Long Hao looked at Wu Yiwei's direction and said, "And if he doesn't do this, he will really stay. He really knows what he says and does what he says." The person who gets it, no matter how difficult it is, he will do it, not knowing how to let go is his strength and weakness..."

Looking at Long Hao's expression and that ordinary conversation, Kubo suddenly felt a sense of loss, when would he be talked about by Long Hao like this?

He picked up the bat and walked towards Wu Yiwei: "Okay, let's go!"

Even if he was no match for that guy, he wouldn't make it easier for that arrogant ghost.

The duel of the four began.

At a distance of [-] meters, he tapped the glove on his left hand with his fist. Lin Bairui asked Wu Yiwei to throw in the position. With such a combination of shooting and catching, the two of them only have a few years left after graduating from high school. One-time international competition can meet.

Even so, as a catcher, Lin Bairui still hasn't forgotten his "ex-husband" Wu Yiwei's favorite position.

With a sound of "pound!", the ball went straight into the catcher's glove, and when the speedball hit the glove with more than 140 five kilometers, there was a trace of burnt smell.

"This ball is a good ball!" Lin Bairui said to Long Hao who was standing in the strike zone when he passed the ball back to the pitcher: "The ball thrown from the left will spin out in the end, and it will be more difficult to catch."

"I know!" After adjusting the helmet on his head, Long Hao smiled wryly, "But my problem now is that I can't even see the ball clearly..."

Standing on the mound, Wu Yiwei was very serious, with his usual straight face, even if he was facing Long Hao, he didn't show any intention of letting go.

"That guy is serious, and he's planning to use a speedball to decide the outcome."

Squat down again and use the glove to find a better position. This time the ball comes straight to the outside corner of the hitter.

With a sound of "pound!", it was still an extremely powerful and shocking fast straight ball, and the speed became faster, but the position was slightly lower.

"A little low, but still a good shot."

"En!" Long Hao who was standing in the strike area did not speak, and adjusted his strike posture again.

After Wu Yiwei blew on his fingers on the mound, he quickly threw the ball into Lin Bairui's glove with his arm again.

The speed of this ball is much faster than the previous two balls, and the position is similar to the last one. Lin Bairui looked at the flying ball and thought it was time to deal with Long Hao. Wu Yiwei threw the fastball, but the ball flew towards the out-of-bounds zone.

"Oh, well played." Lin Bairui never expected that Long Hao could touch the ball. Even professional players may not be able to hit this kind of fastball.

"Oh, the swing is too slow!" Long Hao knocked on his helmet in frustration.

Lin Bairui was taken aback by Long Hao's actions. He really wanted to hit Wu Yiwei's ball. Where did that confidence come from?

But seeing this situation, Wu Yiwei smiled.

"Ha, I've said before that you have a talent for baseball, and you use it more than some major league players."

"Thank you for your compliment." Long Hao said while posing, he is full of fighting spirit now!

"You really want me to leave Japan that much?"

"Your team needs you, the fans need you, you can't stay here."

"Then you don't need me?"

"I did not say!"

Kubo watched the two of them talking while they were fighting, Long Hao's calm performance made him suddenly think of what Long Hao's teammates said before——

"Don't look at his handsome appearance, he has the highest hit rate in the team! His ball pick is really good, and although he doesn't hit far, the ball always looks for holes."

Now it seems that these words are true, he suddenly felt that Long Hao is very powerful, and the three people on the field reminded him of his high school days, that was his happiest and proud period, when he often played with the team's ace duel game.

"I really want to finish you with this ball!" After Wu Yiwei finished speaking, he also threw the ball instantly.

Long Hao, who was keeping an eye on the ball, turned around vigorously and waved the bat in his hand, thinking that the little white ball would fly out, but the sound of the gloves sent Long Hao into hell.

"The swing failed! Long Hao, I'm sorry!" Lin Bairui stood up and touched Long Hao lightly with his gloves, making a touch-killing movement.

"Fingerball? You throw the fingerball?" Long Hao asked him with wide-eyed eyes.

Wu Yiwei nodded.

"Ah, I thought I caught it!" Long Hao's tone was full of pity. He felt that he was almost ready to hit it. Facing the major league level Wu Yiwei, he was not at all intimidated by his momentum and ball threat. .

"Lin Bairui, you also said that he is going to use the speedball to determine the outcome, you lied to me!"

"Anyway, his finger ball is also very fast!" Lin Bairui shrugged and showed an expression that he didn't know.

"It's really dangerous!" Wu Yiwei walked to the home plate with a deliberately relieved expression, but for amateur players, Long Hao's performance was already shocking.

"Do you want to join the Hankyu Tigers?"

"If you want to join, you must go to the Bears!"

"You guys are really thinking too much, how is it possible!"

The pleasant conversation had covered up the tension just now, but Kubo broke the joy, he stepped into the strike zone and pointed at Wu Yiwei with his bat.

"Go back! The game is not over yet."

Kubo held the bat and warmed up earnestly by swinging the empty bat, while Wu Yiwei immediately put on a straight face and walked up the mound.

"Dasuke..." Long Hao, who had exited the strike zone and stood aside, wanted to say something to Kubo, but couldn't get his words out.

"I'll let him go back to America!" Kubo said seriously, looking at Wu Yiwei in front of him.

After that, no one present spoke again, and Wu Yiwei then threw a ball towards Lin Bairui's glove.

The ball entered the glove with a sound of "Pound!", even Long Hao who was standing beside him could feel the power of the ball.

"Nice pitcher!" Lin Bairui wiped the ball and returned it to Wu Yiwei.

"Is this the fastest ball today?" Long Hao asked in surprise while Lin Bairui squatted down.

"That's right! My hand hurts, but it's really cool to pick it up." Lin Bairui, who was grinning, put the glove in the middle and asked Wu Yiwei to throw it in.

Wu Yiwei's expression was full of confidence. He felt that his whole body was burning hot, and the batter he was facing was not like an amateur player at all. No wonder he dared to challenge himself. This has nothing to do with anyone. Now I just want to fight him.

"Come here..." Kubo muttered to himself.

The ball just now was very fast and powerful. Logically speaking, he should be too scared to move, but he saw it very clearly. Although it would make people laugh out loud, he felt that he would definitely be able to hit it.

After Wu Yiwei habitually blew on his fingers, he set up his throwing posture again, and then threw.

With a sound of "Clang!", the sound of the ball colliding with the metal bat was clearly heard by everyone, and the little white ball flew up into the sky.

Wu Yiwei turned his head, Lin Bairui took off his mask, Long Hao tried his best to widen his eyes which were squinted by the sunlight, all the people present were staring at the hit ball.

After the small white ball flew a certain distance, it hit the home run wall and then bounced to the outfield turf.

"Oh MyGod!" Lin Bairui exclaimed in a low voice. Kubo actually hit Wu Yiwei's ball, and it was only the second ball. It was impossible even for him to hit the ball so fast. , this guy is so scary!

Long Hao was also surprised. He thought Kubo's striking posture was very beautiful in the previous game, but he didn't expect him to be so strong.

While the other two were surprised, it was Wu Yiwei who walked down the mound with a shit face, walked up to Kubo and said coldly in English: "If you didn't take the aluminum rod, you would have been caught. "

After reacting, Kubo also retorted: "If you lose, you lose, don't afford to lose!"

"Tsk!" Wu Yiwei frowned angrily, and then the boss walked back to the lounge alone in displeasure.

"You can take a shower and change clothes inside!" Long Hao said to Wu Yiwei who was packing up his things, and Wu Yiwei simply responded.

Lin Bairui was very surprised that the ball would be hit, so he kept asking Kubo how he felt at that time, but Kubo's mind was always on the two people in front.

This silent and awkward atmosphere lasted until the four of them changed their outfits and prepared to leave the stadium.

Wu Yiwei's silence made Long Hao very worried. Although he knew that Wu Yiwei would be upset, he didn't expect him to express it in such a way. If he was furious now, it would be easier for him to deal with it, but such an embarrassing atmosphere made him very scared , Will you accidentally say the wrong thing and detonate the thunder point?

"I'm going back to the team." Lin Bairui said first after walking out of the stadium gate: "I will contact you after the game."

"I have to go back to the factory too." Kubo also continued, pointing at Wu Yiwei before leaving and saying, "Don't break your promise!"

Wu Yiwei finally spoke at this time: "I will go back to the United States and the major leagues, but when will you waste your talent?"

When he said this sentence, the others were startled, Kubao looked at Wu Yiwei and didn't know what he meant by saying this sentence.

"I heard from Long Hao that you used to be a pitcher and gave up baseball because your hand was injured. Don't you think it's a pity that you gave up baseball so easily?"

"Ah Wei, stop talking." Long Hao stopped when he heard Wu Yiwei digging up Kubo's past. After all, everyone has scars that they don't want to be touched.

Kubo sneered, "What do you know? I didn't want to waste my time on hopeless things, so I chose to change careers."

Wu Yiwei leaned forward, this action made Lin Bairui and Long Hao nervously stand between them.

"Tsk, I won't do anything, I just have something to ask him." Wu Yiwei pushed Lin Bairui who was standing in front of him.

Kubo also patted Long Hao on the shoulder, hoping that he would move away, and he also wanted to hear what Wu Yiwei wanted to say to him.

"Don't kid yourself! Let me ask you, did you hit my ball just by chance?"

Kubo only thought for a second and then said, "No, I can see clearly, your ball is running the way I want."

Lin Bairui didn't quite believe Kubao's answer, he asked Long Hao beside him in a low voice: "Is he bluffing?"

"I believe him!" Long Hao replied with a nod of his head. The last time he saw Kubao's strength, he felt that he was not simple.

"Very good!" Wu Yiwei smiled, it was a provocative and arrogant smile: "To be honest, you can hit the ball so far because you use an aluminum bat. It would be different if you used a wooden bat."

"Listen to you farting, this is just your excuse." Kubo raised his head and replied arrogantly, but even though he said that in his mouth, he didn't think so in his heart. The heavy touch of hitting the ball still remains In the palm of your hand, let your heart be excited.

"I want to compete with you!" Wu Yiwei suddenly said: "It doesn't matter if your hand is broken or rotted, you should come to America, the stadium is where you want to stay!"

"Ha, are you an idiot? Is it that easy to make it into MLB? What's more, I'm already 29 years old." Kubo laughed out loud. Is it because Wu Yiwei has a problem with his head, or because his comprehension has weakened and he misunderstood what Wu Yiwei said?

"Wu Yiwei, you don't want to ask him to play in the big leagues, do you?" Lin Bairui, who heard a few familiar words, rubbed his chin and thought.

"As long as you keep playing, you can enter the major leagues! What's the difficulty?" Wu Yiwei gave the two of them a blank look: "There are also a bunch of people in their 30s who only play in the major leagues. I don't think it's funny."

Hearing this, Long Hao suddenly understood Wu Yiwei's words. He said this because he saw Kubo's strength. It may be difficult for ordinary people, but if Wu Yiwei, who is an A-level pitcher in MLB, can agree, maybe It really works.

"Can't you feel that your body still wants to play? Maybe you can't be a pitcher, but there are eight other positions for you to choose. There are many ways out for you." Wu Yiwei pointed at him again and said, "I want to play on the court. blast you!"

"I think what Awei said makes sense..."

"Dragon, even you are fooling around with him?" Kubo really felt that he couldn't laugh or cry, it turned out that his rival recognized his strength.

"I'm serious! Japanese professional baseball pays much attention to tradition. You don't have a chance, but there are many test meetings in the United States every year. You can try it out. There are also many players who entered the major leagues in their 30s. Field players Life is longer than a pitcher, there is definitely a chance to help you." Long Hao looked at him seriously.

Kubo sighed again and pulled the topic away, he put his arms around Long Hao's shoulder and said coldly to Wu Yiwei: "You don't need to worry about my affairs, you have already lost, now you just need to confirm the ticket and get out of Long Hao's side. "

"Damn!" Seeing Kubao's hand on Long Hao's shoulder, Wu Yiwei was suddenly enraged, and was about to rush forward to beat him with one stride.

Again!

Lin Bairui and Long Hao rolled their eyes, and separated them in a tacit understanding.

"Are you still going to the factory today? Leave first!" Long Hao looked at the other party with pleading eyes.

Kubo nodded and compromised. He also knew that there was no point in arguing any longer, and it would be easier to leave now. What's more, what Wu Yiwei said just now made his thoughts turbulent. He had to sort out his mood. "I'll contact you again."

He stared at Long Hao, and couldn't help caressing Long Hao's face with his hands.

"Well, you go first!" Long Hao just wanted to send him away quickly and nodded in agreement without thinking too much.

After Kubao gave Wu Yiwei a last look, he turned his head and prepared to stop the taxi to leave, while Long Hao also turned around and walked towards Wu Yiwei, preparing to appease the mad beast.

At this time, a taxi that was driving saw Kubo's beckoning, and immediately turned to drive in his direction. At the same time, a small truck that was going straight did not notice the direction light of the taxi, and was still driving at a moderate speed. And so it happened.

"Bump!" A loud noise made everyone almost dumbfounded. The pickup truck hit the rear of the taxi, which caused the taxi to stall and rush towards the gate of the stadium.

The first one to be hit was Kubo. When the car hit him straight, he jumped back reflexively; Long Hao, who had his back to the car, was the second victim, but he turned around in wonder when he heard the loud noise. The moment he turned his head, he was forcefully pushed down and rolled to the side.

Just as the taxi was about to rush into the gate, the driver pulled on the handbrake urgently to stop the car.

Long Hao, who was pushed away vigorously, shook his head in pain, and still didn't know what happened to him in a daze.

"Wu Yiwei!" Lin Bairui's loud roar stunned everyone in the Civic Stadium. Of course, Long Hao heard it clearly. He got up and turned to look at Wu Yiwei nervously.

"I'm fine!" Wu Yiwei stood not far from him and frowned at him.

Kubo ran back with a livid face, and the taxi driver also got out of the car and apologized to everyone. This small accident caused some people to watch.

When everyone gathered around, Lin Bairui walked up to Wu Yiwei and stared at him with a pale face.

He clearly saw that Wu Yiwei was hit by a car rushing up when he pushed Long Hao away. Although his instinctive reaction made him stretch out his hand to block it, the shattered glass of the car window hit him.

Looking at Wu Yiwei's inexplicable expression, it seemed that nothing was wrong, but when he reached out to pat off the broken glass on Wu Yiwei's body, he caught a glimpse of a part of Wu Yiwei's suit jacket that seemed to be darker in color.

Long Hao also came over, and immediately noticed the same part, he stretched out his hand and pulled Wu Yiwei's suit, and was immediately frightened by the sight in front of him.

The white shirt was already stained with red blood, and the blood seemed to be oozing out endlessly.

"Call an ambulance!" Lin Bairui yelled at the top of his throat, and ran to the field to get some first aid supplies.

Wu Yiwei looked down at his injury, he didn't feel any pain, and even dipped his finger in the red liquid.

"MyGod!" Kubo, who followed him, stared at Wu Yiwei's wound dumbfounded.

"I'm fine!" Wu Yiwei looked at Long Hao who was staring at his wound, "It won't hurt, it should be a skin trauma!"

"Shut up!" Long Hao looked at the abdomen that kept gushing blood, because the clothes stuck to it, he couldn't see the wound, so he could only take out his handkerchief to press it down, hoping to slow down the blood flow.

"Long Hao, hold his wound, Wu Yiwei, lie down!" Lin Bairui, who seemed to be in touch with the medical staff with his mobile phone, shouted while running with a first aid kit in his other hand.

Wu Yiwei began to feel that the wound was heating up at this time, Long Hao pressed his stomach and asked him to sit down slowly.

"Do you have difficulty breathing, or do you feel that there is a shadow moving in front of you? Don't follow the light in front..." Lin Bairui, who also ran to his side, asked panting.

"Fuck you, I'm not going to die again." Wu Yiwei cursed angrily.

Holding the phone, Kubo said, "The ambulance told us to lay him down, and they came here as fast as they could."

Wu Yiwei, who said he was fine at first, also began to feel a little dizzy at this time, and with the help of everyone, his strong body was able to lie flat on the ground.

"Oh, it seems that I can stay for a few more days." Wu Yiwei's tone sounded a little happy.

Long Hao, who used a bunch of hemostatic cotton from the stadium to press his wound, saw so much red liquid coming out of Wu Yiwei's stomach, he was so nervous that he didn't know what to do, and hearing Wu Yiwei say such words was really true What is more angry and anxious.

"You're bleeding a lot! What are you kidding?" Long Hao reprimanded Wu Yiwei who was laughing, "Shut up! Save your energy and wait for the ambulance."

Kubo has never seen Long Hao lose his temper before, standing aside watching him, he feels that Long Hao is now like a frightened cat, arching his body so tense.

"I said I'm fine..." Wu Yiwei put his hand on Long Hao's, wanting to let Long Hao know that he didn't become weak because of the injury.

"This reminds me of when we separated eight years ago, I didn't expect the roles to be reversed..." Wu Yiwei continued talking, as if he didn't want to stop.

Hearing his words, Long Hao couldn't help but think of the situation at that time, so he looked up at Wu Yiwei.

"Now I'm only afraid that you will disappear after I go to the hospital! Do you know? In fact, I am very useless. I can't survive for another eight years..."

Long Hao looked at Wu Yiwei's pale face and said, "You think too much, I will go to the hospital with you, and I will always stay by your side..."

Wu Yiwei, who got the guarantee, nodded in satisfaction, and began to mutter to himself: "I'm really tired..."

"You can't sleep, Wu Yiwei!" Lin Bairui patted his cheek hard.

"Damn! You spanked..."

In the end, Wu Yiwei fainted after swearing weakly, and the last thing he saw before he fainted were three tall foreigners running towards him...