Reborn in my brother's body

Snapped!First came the familiar sound of the ball falling into the glove.

Almost at the same moment, the referee raised his fist and shouted unquestionably: "Strike! Out!"

It's a strike, so how could the line in the middle not be a strike?

It was over, and Toru couldn't believe it when he heard the decision that the batter was out.

Because Wu Ji obviously swung his bat, with his batting ability, how could he not hit this good ball that was delivered to the door?

Full of doubts, Toru turned his gaze to the strike zone, but saw Wuji holding the bat in one hand and supporting his right leg with the other, throwing himself on the home plate, his face contorted.

"Time!" The coach of the red team took the lead in applying for a timeout.

"Team doctor, someone is injured, call the team doctor!"

The panicked shouting continued, and the coaches of the players in the rest area rushed to the field and surrounded Wu Ji who was injured and fell to the ground three layers in and out.

In the end what happened?

Forgotten out of that noisy world, Tohru stood on the mound and asked himself, even with everything in front of him, he still couldn't believe it.

【He wants to win so much. 】Jin's voice lacked the usual rebelliousness, and it sounded a bit dissociated, but he was patiently explaining to Wei Che.

【What did you say? 】

[A self-righteous person like Qianjiang was first slapped by my floater, and then the sinker was sent flying. If the fourth ball was not too far, maybe he would want it even if he barely reached it. When you hit it, your perfect straight ball seems irresistible to him. He used all his strength from the lead-in action, but it's a pity that he swung too early. 】

too early

Yes, at that moment, Wuji was standing on the other side of the duel stage, watching that straight ball fly towards him, and he had already figured in his heart that it was Jin who wanted to use a super high-speed straight ball to compete with him dignifiedly.

He was not mistaken, the person who threw the ball used his full speed and strength, he just didn't expect the impromptu substitution that happened in that body.

The moment the bat was swung in the air, he saw the white line across his eyes, but at that time, all the strength in his body had lost its fulcrum.

Until the tearing pain came from the ankle, until the cheek hit the ground, he still couldn't accept it, and he just lost.

Because this kind of losing method is simply a mockery to him.

Wuji endured the severe pain and raised his head, looking across the crowd to the mound.

He was not reconciled, he wanted to warn the lucky winner that the competition between the two of them was far from over.

But the person who was supposed to be cheering for victory had a look of helplessness on his face, which made him unable to understand.

【Toru, it's over. 】

[Well, it's over. 】

【do you know?I want you to win so much because of this moment. 】

【this moment? 】

【Well, I want you to know that even if you win the person you most want to win, you are still not happy. 】

【what? 】

【Whether it's the stadium or victory, that's the life I want, it's mine, not yours.I have waited for two years and want to tell you that my death is not your fault, I don't want to see you take a path that doesn't belong to you for me, you should have your own life. 】

【But……】

【Che, I know you want to return your body to me, you will come to participate in today's competition, and you also want to pave the way for me, but I'm already dead! 】

[No, you didn't, I was the one who died, you are still here. 】

[You are still lying to yourself, you can clearly feel that my strength is running out, let alone throwing the ball, even talking is very difficult.So, stop arguing with me and just listen to me quietly, okay? 】

Tetsu gritted his teeth and stared blankly, trying to force back the inexplicable liquid in his eye sockets.

He didn't want to believe it, but as Jin said, he couldn't lie to himself, so this time, as usual, he chose to be quiet.

The entire stadium was taken out of reality together with him, and only his breath remained in the boundless expanse.

【You still remember what I said to you when you woke up in the hospital, I said I have two unfulfilled wishes, and those are the two things I couldn't let go of when I died. 】

Before Kam could speak, Toru guessed one of the answers.

Baseball is something that Jin can never let go of. As an older brother, how could Che not understand, otherwise he would not force himself to join professional baseball, otherwise he would not allow Jin to mess around like this.

But the other, Toru couldn't figure it out.

However, Dang Jin's voice sounded again, and what he said was not an answer, but a memory that had been dusty for two years.

【Che, I haven't told you about the day I died, because I don't know how to talk about it, but you have the right to know, so I decided to tell you.That day you were notified and rushed directly to the hospital, so you didn't know that the car accident didn't happen on the way home, but on the way to the airport. 】

【What? !to the airport? 】

[Yes, we turned around again later.In fact, I have always known that forcing you to stay by my side will only make you miss your own life, but I still greedily and willfully let you stay by my side.It's like I knew the relationship between you and Brother Okamoto, but I never revealed it, and I still made troubles from time to time, just like I knew that I should bless your choice, but I put on that bad expression at the airport. 】

【Brocade...】

[When the car drove me away from the airport and approached the home that no longer had you, a question suddenly popped up in my mind: In this life, have I done anything for you?At that moment, I realized that regret and self-blame had already filled my heart.It was me who made my mother turn around and go back, and it was me who urged me over and over again.At that time, I just wanted to rush back to the airport and say goodbye to you again with a smile.But I never expected... That's why I said, my mother and I didn't die because of you, it was all my fault. 】

[Jin, don't say that. 】

[When I closed my eyes, I was thinking of two things.One is baseball, I haven't held that little white ball enough, I want to throw it again, and you have already fulfilled this wish for me.Now I only have one wish left, would you help me? 】

【kindness. 】

[I hope you can let me go. 】

【Jin, what silly things are you talking about? ! 】

[To be honest, I'm not sad at all, on the contrary I'm a little happy, so don't be sad either.Just let me be willful again, let me go, forget about me, let go of those entanglements about me, and live a life that really belongs to you.In the final analysis, people have to be themselves to be happy.I sincerely hope that you will be happy, my brother...]

Jin's message diffuses into the sky.

That address that he had never called out before his life was so familiar to Che.

Clenching his fists, he knelt on the mound that Jin loved the most, calling Jin's name over and over again in his heart, and the answer was nothing but ethereal silence.

A week later, Toru appeared at the station with simple luggage.

As soon as he sat down on the platform, he heard a phone ring.

Taking out the phone from his pocket, looking at the flashing name on the screen, Che did not hang up, but directly removed the battery, and then threw the noisy little thing into the trash can.

It was Sasaki who called, with only one purpose - to persuade Tetsu to change his mind.

In the practice match that day, although Tohru only shot five shots from the beginning to the end, his performance won unanimous praise from the senior management of the consortium.

When Sasaki invited him into the office, what was in front of him had already been replaced by a blindingly expensive contract.

But Toru shattered Sasaki's confidence with a picture of despair and a sentence "I decided not to play professional baseball anymore."

He declined Team R's cordial invitation without even saying another word.

In the past week, Sasaki's phone calls have been almost non-stop.

Hearing the sound of something falling to the ground, Toru glanced at the trash can again, and then breathed a sigh of relief, and now he finally found peace.

Opening today's newspaper casually, the headline of the sports section was marked with a big red letter - the match-fixing scandal broke out after being injured, the end of Qian Jiangwu's professional baseball career! !

The injury was due to a sprained ligament in his right ankle after a big swing in practice that day, but what about the match-fixing scandal?

The uncle sitting next to him saw the newspaper in Toru's hand on this page, and thought he was a fan, so he enthusiastically spoke up: "The Qianjiang player is completely finished this time. Have you heard? He was reported by someone. Yes, I have always supported him before, I didn't expect him to do such a thing, it really disappointed us fans!"

There was regret in the uncle's words, and he shook his head self-consciously after speaking.

The former Wuji was indeed a strong hero in the eyes of the fans, but how many people knew the face behind him.

As for the report, Che didn't need to think too much about it, and he could guess who wrote it.

However, whether Sasaki or Wuji, one was locked in the phone and thrown into the trash can, and the other was written in the newspaper and let others cast aside, all these things have nothing to do with him now.

Folding the newspaper and putting it in the leather bag, Toru raised his head and looked at the wall clock at the station. It was 10 minutes before the departure time.

The clenched hands snapped open, and he touched his pockets only to realize that he had thrown the phone away.

Forget it, or don't fight.

With that thought in his heart, his legs stood straight uncontrollably, and he walked towards the phone booth in the corner.

Pressing the string of numbers so proficiently, even he himself felt a little surprised.

beep...beep...beep...

Toru adjusted his breathing with the intermittent connection tone, and lost his voice the moment the phone was connected.

"Hello, this is Okamoto's house, who are you looking for?"

"..."

"Hello?"

"..."

"Jin, is that you?"

"Brother Okamoto, would you believe me if I said I'm not Jin?"

As soon as this question came out, it was replaced by silence on the other end of the phone.

Who would believe such a thing?

Che would make this call, but because he couldn't give up. He never expected any response to this question and this relationship from the very beginning.

But the microphone made a sound the moment it left the pinna.

"As long as you are willing to tell me, I will believe it."

The answer is simple and yes.

Sitting on the fast-moving train, Toru realized that no matter how fast the car was, it couldn't carry his eager heart.

Although the airport has become a station, and even though he walked the original 15-hour journey for two full years, this time, he really wanted to run towards that person and a new journey without hesitation.

Before the train announced the name of the station, Toru rushed off the train impatiently.

Running, looking, searching, but the moment the eyes locked, they froze in place.

Facing the familiar figure and the happiness within reach, he didn't hesitate, but he didn't rush over immediately. Instead, he folded his palms reverently on his chest and whispered softly in his heart.

[Jin, are you there? 】

[I don't want to disturb you, I just want to say a word to you. 】

[Thank you, thank you, for letting me use your body to live my life. 】

Looking up, it was a clear sky again.