Rin Kiyono watched after Toru Watanabe until he disappeared at the end of the corridor.

She turned around and returned to the VIP table.

"Where are you going?" Mrs. Qingye asked.

"Where's Watanabe?" Miki Kujo looked behind her.

Mrs. Kujo glanced at her daughter, an expression that showed she couldn't live without someone.

"Go and persuade Watanabe-san to do something that you want to do even if it's not good for others or irresponsible." Rin Kiyono sat down in his seat and looked at the stadium.

It was only now that she entered the Jingu Stadium that her expression became serious.

Kujo Miki frowned slightly, then put on a sneer on her lips and cast her gaze towards Kamikawa's coaching bench.

"Watanabe-kun is coming on?" Mrs. Kiyono asked curiously.

"Yes." Qingye Rin nodded, "He wants to demonstrate to me what it means to stand above others."

"Ah," Mrs. Qingye covered her mouth, "I came on stage at a critical moment, and I have a royal temperament."

"That's right." Mrs. Kujo smiled narrowly, "My precious son didn't want his mother to lose, so he took the initiative. You fake mother, prepare to bark like a dog."

"Although he is my son, I don't think he can turn defeat into victory for Kamikawa," Mrs. Kiyono said.

at this time.

"Oh?" the male commentator said in surprise, "Kamikawa's coach walked onto the pitcher's mound and the game was temporarily suspended!"

"Should we communicate with the pitcher or change pitchers?" the female commentator guessed.

"No matter which one, it is the right decision. The reliever in front of me obviously has a mental problem and has lost the ability to control the ball."

"Okay, I got the news, it's time to change the pitcher!"

"Let's look forward to Kamikawa's third pitcher! Let's see if this relief pitcher can end Misatsu's offense and let the game enter the second half!"

VIP seats.

"Miki-san," Rin Kiyono showed a contemptuous smile, "Please watch the most arrogant side of Toru Watanabe, the one who is real and has no restraints."

Kujo Miki pressed her face to the side and said casually, "I'm looking forward to it."

During the short substitution time, the male commentator sighed: "What a wonderful game."

"Yes, Sansong proved what passion is! What hard work is! What is creating miracles!"

"You have become a fan of Sansong!"

"Well! The more difficult it is, the less you give up. This is not just a slogan! They will continue to score!"

With the excited voice of the female commentator, the atmosphere of the stadium was rekindled.

"Sansong!"

"come on!"

"The relief pitchers are in place, the game continues!"

Following the male commentator's voice, the camera zoomed in on the pitcher's mound.

Above the outfield seats of the stadium, the large electronic screen showed the figure of Toru Watanabe.

It’s so easy not to take Sansong seriously!

Unparalleled confidence!

Look down on everyone's arrogance!

Incredibly arrogant!

He stepped on the pitcher's mound as if stepping on a corpse.

He looked around at the 30,000 spectators, as if to say, you are the ones who will be stepped on next.

Everyone fell into a brief silence. Even though they were across the stadium and there were 30,000 people here, they still didn't dare to speak loudly because they were frightened by the man's momentum.

The boy on the pitcher's mound suddenly pointed at all the teachers and students of Kamikawa High School.

A brief moment of silence.

Next, the originally chaotic, turbulent and uneasy Kamikawa High School...

"Ah——" A certain boy raised his arms and shouted.

"Watanabe——!"

"Watanabe! Watanabe! Watanabe!" The voices of more than a thousand people merged into one.

The mountains roared and the tsunami roared, almost crazy.

The boy on the pitcher's mound took back his hand and looked down at the Sansong High School batter at home plate.

"This, this... is quite popular." The male commentator stumbled.

"Looks very handsome...a very confident pitcher! Looking forward to his performance! Can he come back again?!" the female commentator shouted.

Only then did the rest of the audience come to their senses.

"Sansong! Sansong! Sansong!" The support team of Sansong High School roared unwillingly.

The game seemed to be in suspense again, and the audience's emotions were ignited. They banged the inflatable bats in their hands and shouted loudly.

"Smart, strong, handsome, and perfect are synonymous. There is such a charming man in this world." Mrs. Qingye sighed.

"It fits the image of a husband I had in mind when I was fifteen years old." Mrs. Kujo also praised her.

Miki Kujo looked at Toru Watanabe, who was enjoying the cheers of the crowd on the pitcher's mound, with twinkling eyes.

"Is there anything you want to say, Miki-san?" Kiyono Rin said in a victor's tone.

It was she who made Toru Watanabe like this!

"Want to know?" Kujo Miki turned to look at her and said with a smile.

Without waiting for Qingye Rin's reply, her delicate and noble little face came closer, and her charming and seductive lips pressed against Qingye Rin's ear.

"It's delicious." She whispered in her undulating voice, and the hot breath hit Qingye Rin's ears.

Qingye Rin couldn't hide his body and glanced at her coldly.

Miki Kujo left her with a cruel and impatient smile on her face.

Looking forward to tonight.

Jingu Stadium, Kamikawa Ensemble Department once again played "The Laurel Shines for You".

They have absolute trust in the young man who single-handedly conquered everyone in the National Wind Music Competition last year.

Their music was majestic and powerful, and the shouts of the other teachers and students became more and more intense.

In Kamikawa High School, some people like Toru Watanabe, some have no feelings for him, and some hate him.

But whether they admire, hate, or despise, one thing is unquestionable in the eyes of everyone at Kamikawa High School, that is, Toru Watanabe is a true genius.

As long as he didn't lose, Kamikawa didn't lose!

Teachers and students Kamikawa put down their signs, gave up a week of training, stood up, and shouted the names of the boys on the court.

"Watanabe! Watanabe!"

Koizumi Aona looked excitedly at the pitcher's mound.

That is the person who truly bears the glory of Kamikawa, the person she likes.

Amid the cheers, Toru Watanabe pressed his baseball cap lightly and smiled uncontrollably.

'Kamikawa, my alma mater...then, Misatsu, I'm sorry.'

He raised his head with the expectations of everyone in Shenchuan.

"This summer, even if the goddess of luck does not favor Kamikawa."

'But it doesn't end there.'

'I have made a promise about Midsummer. Whatever you don't want to end, I will fulfill it for you!'

'Fate, no matter what you originally planned, please reverse it now!'

Toru Watanabe raised the ball with both hands, raised his legs, and threw his arms.

Powerful pitching.

Harsh wind noise.

"Bang!" the ball fell into the catcher's glove.

"Beep!" electronic screen, "165km/h!"

"A good shot!" the referee's lonely and empty voice.

The stadium was as quiet as a heavy snowfall.

Then...
To be continued...