See the spirit boy Gangji

The players of the first defensive team entered their respective defensive positions, and the black-haired boy entered the hitting zone as the first batter of the first attacking team. With the whistle of the ball referee, the pitcher on the opposite side held a baseball and slammed at the boy. Throw it.

According to the rules, the boy who is the leader of the attacking team now has to hit the ball of the defending team and then make a run.

Takeshi Yamamoto held the tail of the baseball bat, his muscles were slightly tense, showing a smooth sense of strength from the white sportswear, his eyes locked on the direction of three o'clock...

The short-haired boy waved the stick in his hand——

——It's off.

The ball goes over the boundary line.

"Hey!"

"How crooked, what a pity! It could have been first base."

"Isn't Yamamoto-kun's hand injured? Why did you let him play..."

"It won't affect the opponent, right? I feel that his recent state is not very good..."

"Eh, is that so?"

"Yamamoto!" A teammate from behind trotted over and patted him on the shoulder: "The coach asked you to come over, I should have something to talk to you about."

The short-haired boy put away his baseball bat and walked towards the baseball coach behind him.

What the baseball coach held in his hand was the training season schedule, which contained a detailed plan for everyone's training. Two weeks later, there would be a league match between them and a middle school in the city, which could be regarded as a very important season.

According to the school, if you get the ranking, it not only means that the proportion of funds allocated to the sport of baseball in the school will increase, but also means that you can advance to a higher level of competition, which is very important for anyone who wants to advance. For baseball players such as the National Series, it's an opportunity.

Takeshi Yamamoto has outstanding talent and has worked hard. As a well-known baseball star in the school, he has high hopes, but in this situation...

With some headaches, the coach took a black gel pen and clicked on the training items that belonged to teenagers.

"How is your arm?" the baseball coach asked the short-haired boy, "What did the doctor say?"

"It will probably take a few weeks to cultivate... It shouldn't take long." The boy still touched his thorny hair with a smile on his face,

"I feel that my recovery ability should still be okay." He didn't seem to care much about it.

"You used too much force last time." The coach said bitterly, "Is your mentality not very good in the past week? The error rate of serving has increased a bit too fast. Has it reached a bottleneck period? ""Many people will have it at this stage, so you shouldn't be too impatient."

"Now the competition is coming, your current state," the coach looked at Takeshi Yamamoto's silent face, a little helpless, with a bit of regret in his tone; "I probably won't be able to participate..."

In this situation, it's really a pity. I guess it can only be used as a backup. What a great opportunity...

The short-haired boy slightly clenched the baseball bat in his hand.

There was a smile that seemed to be no different from usual on his face.

"It's okay, let's do it next time."

If it is divided according to the role of the game, Takeshi Yamamoto feels that he should also be regarded as a cash player.He was gifted, and the coaches marveled at how he hit the oncoming baseball with a perfect arc the first time he picked up a baseball bat. He was drawn into the baseball team and he became a well-known figure in the school.

In terms of popularity, most people think that his personality is not bad, he is always bright and healthy, with the feeling of being a sports boy in people's impression, sometimes he is big but definitely not bad.

He is not bad-looking, and he has a good relationship with the opposite sex.

Boys feel that they have become more eye-catching and popular when they are with him, and girls feel quite safe with such a boy.Although it is not romantic, but there are definitely a lot of love letters received.

Also because of the superposition of these factors, even if he is relatively lax in his studies, the teachers will be magnanimous to Takeshi Yamamoto because of this aura.

Takeshi Yamamoto also took it for granted, and accepted these naturally.He didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and he couldn't talk about any pride.In fact, from my own point of view, I don't have a warm personality, but probably because I always like to smile, I give others a very close feeling.

The short-haired boy looked at the scenery below and rubbed his wrist. There were several wooden planks sandwiched between the bandages. He had just gone to the school infirmary to change his medicine. With an unpleasant smell of medicine, he opened his palm , can move or even not feel too much pain, it seems to be no different from usual.

But it was something inexplicable that made him feel a little troubled.

The words of others seem to be played in a loop at this moment.

"Shouldn't it be a sequela, right? When you were young, you often suffered from fractures and sprains, didn't you?" Someone comforted him, saying that the next opportunity would come soon, and some were indifferent and even mocked secretly. His pale face was somewhat blurred.

The coach's face is not clear, the classmates' faces are not clear, and the teacher's face is not clear.

It's like Takeshi Yamamoto looked at the dark crowd below, he thought casually, and there was indifference under his eyes, like a pool of calm water.

Big RPG game.

"Yamamoto..."

"Yamamoto."

"Awu?"

Takeshi Yamamoto was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, and turned his head to see the brown-haired boy.

The short-haired boy had a smile on his face, but his eyes were dark.

Tsuna was stunned by this look, feeling a little weird, and stepped forward with some hesitation: "Yamamoto, what are you doing up there? It's almost time for lunch...?" He stretched out his hand as if to pull Himself, Yamamoto glanced at him, did not dodge, and walked down with the strength of the other party.

"Have you eaten yet?" Gang Ji asked the other party as he shook the rice ball in his hand. He looked at the other party, but found that the short-haired boy was staring straight at his face.

Tsuna looks a little uncomfortable, is there something on his face?The imprint should have almost dissipated. Could it be that I accidentally got ink on my face when I was sleeping on the table, or something else...

Tsunayoshi was about to say something when Yamamoto reached for his neck with his left hand.

Gang Ji's slightly timid shoulders couldn't help but stiffen for a moment. He didn't dodge, and the brown-haired boy felt that the other party was holding the back of his neck.This was a dangerous position, and Tsuna somehow felt that something was wrong with the short-haired boy's emotions.

"What's wrong?" He raised his face and asked cautiously.

"Isn't Hayato Kikuji with you?" Takeshi Yamamoto called out his name in a rare way.

"He went to the Academic Affairs Office." It should be that some materials were not complete when he enrolled. He saw that Yamamoto's lunch box was also placed on the table and did not move. He heard from people on the road that he was walking towards the rooftop. Tsuna Yoshi After thinking about it, I ran over to find him.

Takeshi Yamamoto bent down to look at his face.

He is smiling.

His dark brown eyes were like a pool of silent lake water.

The young boy held the back of the boy's neck with his thin calloused hands formed by long-term exercise friction, and his somewhat rough fingertips stuck to a layer of soft flesh on the back.

The sensitive and fragile position made the boy's slack nerves tense subconsciously, and Tsuna was pressed and unable to retreat.

He wanted to raise his hand to push the opponent away, but he was afraid that his movement would hurt the opponent's injured right hand too much, which made him unable to move.

"That, Ah Wu?" Gang Ji was a little at a loss.

He was very uncomfortable being looked at like this, and Takeshi Yamamoto raised his other injured hand at this moment, as if facing his face, comparing the size.

The short-haired boy said slowly: "Looking at it this way, Gang, your face is really small. It feels like you can hold it with one hand."

ah?what?Tsuna Yoshi was confused by this inexplicable beginning.

The other party did not continue to develop on this topic, but turned to another topic.

"Actually speaking, when I first made friends with A Gang, I was very curious about A Gang."

"Curious...?" Tsunayoshi didn't quite understand what Takeshi Yamamoto meant, and Takeshi Yamamoto continued with a smile, "You're actually quite eye-catching."

That's because... Tsunayoshi subconsciously said that he was useless, but was stopped by Takeshi Yamamoto: "I didn't mean such things as poor grades."

It refers to the kind of ordinary and daily life around you, when the days go by with time, one year, two years, suddenly, you find a little difference.

In the most inconspicuous, detested corner, you find a butterfly.

Its outer layer is bland.Fragile wings, as if the satellites were dusty and nothing else.You are just bored, because as a cash player, you already know half of your life journey, so you look around, including this butterfly, with somewhat judgmental eyes.

It didn't seem to be able to fly either, maybe because its wings were damaged, or maybe because of something else, it just stayed quietly in that damp corner, blending with the moss, no one cared.

You continue to observe boredly.

So, at an accidental moment, the butterfly shook its wings carefully and unobtrusively.

Under the sunlight, the scales and powders inside showed a dazzling brilliance like some kind of rare gemstone. At that moment, people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Its existence is so inconspicuous that only you notice it for a short second.

In the dull environment around it, only its color is so thick and gorgeous.

beautiful.Takeshi Yamamoto almost unconsciously wanted to reach out and cover it up.

People around did not find him.

The short-haired boy observed carefully.

I want to catch him.he thinks.

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没写完，和基友讨论以前的早古贴吧文去了，苦鲁西呜呜感谢在2021-11-0623:57:25~2021-11-0723:58:27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 hat gentleman;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of こづめけんま; 6 bottles under the big apple tree; 5 bottles of Linlin;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!