Reborn in my brother's body

In an elegant courtyard in the suburbs, Okamoto leaned on a rattan chair and concentrated on flipping through the book at hand.

There was a rustling sound of closing the door behind him, followed by a pair of slender arms that embraced him from behind his neck.

The water droplets fell on the pages of the book, forming a small circle. He ignored it, but instead raised his right hand, hooked the wet head on his shoulder, and pressed a shallow kiss.

Che originally wanted to tease him, but he blushed when he kissed him. He quickly straightened up, grabbed a towel and wiped his head carelessly.

"How about it, are you still used to school work?"

Okamoto's voice was consistently mellow, paired with the warm afternoon sun, it made Toru feel a little distracted.

He just stood there blankly, until Okamoto closed the book and turned his head, then nodded with his eyebrows bent.

Toru didn't think too much about boarding the train without hesitation, he just decided that this was where Okamoto was, and it was the only direction his eyes could see clearly.

When he saw Okamoto at the station, when he walked towards that person full of gratitude, his initial expectation was just a hug.

Unexpectedly, Okamoto accepted his story in its entirety.

Even he, the client, found that experience bizarre, but Okamoto held his hand from the beginning to the end, with a calm and calm expression.

In the blink of an eye, he has lived here for more than two months, and he knows that he will continue to live like this, because this quiet town is his destination.

He let Okamoto into his life completely, and at the same time, told that man his little dream that he never said.

Okamoto didn't say anything at the time, but took him to a middle school in the town a week later. From that day on, there were a bunch of baseball-loving kids in his life.

Leaning next to Oka himself, he talked about every little player on their team, cherishing, cherishing, and all the flying emotions turned into a trace of sentimentality after a name was pronounced.

"What did you say about that Hasegawa?" Sensing Toru's strangeness, Okamoto asked softly.

"I feel that he is very similar to Jin. He is talented and competitive. He is clearly just a brat, but he even has a bad temper..."

Che didn't go on, but fell into deep thought alone.

Sitting on the bench by the court, Toru saw the child named Hasegawa from a distance.

It is said that he looks like Jin because he really has many shadows of Jin on him.

Leaving aside his ball speed and skill beyond those of his peers, what he most resembles Jin is his arrogance.

After observing him for a period of time, he found that he came earlier than other children every time, didn't talk much, and didn't fit in well. When he saw himself as a coach, he just bowed with his hat brim and began to practice alone.

At that time, Jin would have looked like this if he hadn't been accompanied by him.

A kid in his teens wants to show all his brilliance, but the cheers when he wins is only a moment, and how many people will pay attention to the hard training off the field.

Thinking of this, Toru suddenly felt lucky to have been by Jin's side, and it was this thought that prompted him to stand up and walk towards Hasegawa.

"Hasegawa."

Hasegawa lowered his arms in response to the call, turned around and called, "Supervisor Tamiya." There was not much expression on his childish face.

"Your straight ball is very fast, but you should pay more attention to the movement of your elbow, otherwise you will be easily injured." Che said while raising his hand to demonstrate.

Hasegawa seemed to be out of politeness, stood there and listened to Toru's words, but when he shot again, he was still in the previous posture.

"You..." Faced with such a stubborn temper, for a moment, Che didn't know whether to scold or persuade.

"Director Tamiya," Hasegawa picked out another ball from the basket and weighed it twice in his hand, "I heard you played professional baseball before?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm just curious. It stands to reason that if there are no injuries, now should be the golden period for a professional player."

"But for me, it's more meaningful to teach you guys here than to play professional baseball."

"To me, professional baseball makes more sense."

"What? Do you think I'm not qualified to teach you? You're such a kid.

Toru asked dotingly, but Hasegawa didn't appreciate it, but threw the ball in his hand again.

Looking at the side face that refused to be seen thousands of miles away, Che suddenly felt powerless, what should he do to open the child's heart?

【This is the child you said was like me? 】

The voice that suddenly sounded in his body was like a high-speed ball that instantly took away all other thoughts. After being completely dumb for a long time, he opened his mouth and shouted that name in his heart.

【Jin! 】

【How is he like me?I was much cuter than him when I was young! 】

[Jin, you're still here, that's great, I knew you were still here. 】

【Che, are you over excited?If you have anything to say, wait for me to deal with this little devil. 】

【what are you going to do? 】

[Fortunately, you are also a practicing thrower, so you don't understand this.What this kid needs now is not earnestness, but shock. The arrogance of a pitcher will only obey the real strong. 】

【Jin, you don't mean to...】

[I just want it!After holding it back for two months, I couldn't bear it anymore. 】

As soon as Jin's voice fell, Toru felt that he had lost control of his hands and feet.

The next moment, Jin raised one corner of his mouth to stop Hasegawa's actions.

"Little devil, I told you that your posture is wrong, why didn't you listen? If you continue to practice like this, it will be fast, but you will be disabled before you can play professional baseball. Stand aside, it seems that I won't let you Show your hand, you don't know who to listen to in this stadium."

As Jin said, he grabbed Hasegawa's gloves and pushed the child who hadn't turned the corner aside.

"Look carefully!"

Jin's words were indisputably tough, and Jin's posture was as elegant as flowing clouds and flowing water.

The ball was released, and a gust of wind was set off, like a sharp knife with a rapid murderous aura.

There is no clatter of falling gloves, because there are no gloves waiting there.

There is no sound of the ball hitting the ground, because the ball does not hit the ground at all.

Hasegawa on the side, who had an indifferent and indifferent expression a moment ago, turned into surging reverence the moment Jin made a move.

And when his eyes finally fell on the small ball that was inlaid into the net, he couldn't make any other expression except standing still and gasping.

After a long while, Hasegawa finally calmed down his excitement a little, rushed to the side of the net, struggled to get the ball out, and then trotted back to Jin, holding the ball as if holding his own piety at the same time.

"Supervisor Tamiya, can you teach me?"

After all, a child is a child. Once you let go of your defenses, the distance of thousands of miles will be shortened to zero.

Throughout the afternoon, Hasegawa surrounded Toru with twinkling star eyes, "Supervisor Tamiya, Supervisor Tamiya." He kept shouting.

For Che's guidance, he listened even more to what he said.

As soon as Okamoto entered the door, he found Toru's good mood, pulled him over, and first gave him a light kiss.

"What good thing happened? Tell me quickly."

"Today I..." The words came to his lips, and Che stopped again.

His fingertips lightly brushed his lower lip, where there was still moisture left by Okamoto, which made him suddenly realize a very serious problem.

[Jin, are you there? 】

【What's wrong? 】

【That... have you been there all this time? 】

【What's wrong? 】

【I mean……】

Che pondered over and over again, but still couldn't find the right words. In the end, it was Jin who astutely guessed his thoughts.

【Haha, I thought you were worried about something.Don't worry, I can't touch the ball enough with the little energy I saved so hard, so I can't care less about monitoring your every move. Go ahead, I've turned off the phone. 】

[But, but...]

[Don't be too late, if you don't leave, it will be too late. 】

【Too late? 】

Toru raised his head and looked into Okamoto's smiling eyes.

Through those deep eyes, Toru saw his frowning slightly, but he didn't see that his face was slowly turning red, so red that it was seductive.

The author has something to say:

It's finally over, this article really killed half of my life.

Although it is not long, although it is a bit cold, please accept it.

In addition, this article commemorates my Incheon Asian Games baseball trip~