Didn’t you say you were just using me as a substitute?

Come on!

Go to hell!!!

There was a flicker in Shinomiya Yanan's cloudy eyes, and I don't know what he was thinking.

*

"Zun, where are the others?"

In the VIP seats, Eriri hadn't seen Watanabe Takashi for a long time. When she asked Kamikawa Nari, he said, "No hurry, it's not his turn yet."

But as the game was almost over and she still hadn't seen him, she couldn't help but wonder if her mother had lied to her.

Kasumigaoka Utaha also looked at Kawasana Rie, hoping that she could give her a clear answer.

Seeing Kitahara Takashi on stage, Kamikawa Nari excitedly stood up from her chair and pointed at Kitahara Takashi on the big screen: "Isn't Takashi right there?"

Kamikawa Nari pointed at Kitahara no Takashi.

"The Takashi I'm talking about is Watanabe Takashi, not Kitahara Takashi!"

Eriri felt that she and Kamikawa Nari were not on the same wavelength.

She said Watanabe Tsuyoshi, you are talking to me about Kitahara Tsuyoshi.

"You two are really blind!"

Kamikawa Nari looked at the two Li Qings and laughed.

"Aren't Watanabe-sama and Kitahara-sama the same person?"

Wow!

Eriri and Utaha Kasumigaoka suddenly stood up from their chairs, and their movements were so big that they knocked the popcorn, happy water, and ice cream to the ground.

"What did you say?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha spoke every word with shock in her eyes, but more of anger.

"How could Zun be that playboy?"

Eriri was extremely angry.

She felt that uploading fame and fortune laundry was dirtying Watanabe Takashi.

In my eyes, Watanabe Tsutomu is a pure, affectionate and loving god of war. How could he be the fickle and promiscuous Sea King?

"It's the real Eriri."

At this time, Sayuri Sawamura admitted: "Watanabe Takashi is Kitahara Takashi."

"Mom, what nonsense are you talking about."

"There is no such person named Watanabe Takashi in Aoba"

"I don't believe it. I must be dreaming. Yes, I must be dreaming."

Eriri screamed angrily at her mother, shaking her little head like a rattle.

"Zun, that's not the case."

"You're all lying to me, aren't you?"

"Do you think I'm mentally ill and that Watanabe Takashi is a figment of my imagination?"

"I'm not sick, and respecting him is real."

"I have his picture, I can draw it for you to see."

Sayuri Sawamura looked at Eriri, who was unwilling to accept the fact and had her hair messed up, and she hugged her tightly with heartache.

"It's true, Eriri."

"There has never been a Watanabe Takashi."

"The person who stayed with you from the beginning to the end was Kitahara Takashi, Watanabe Takashi was just his disguise."

Sayuri Sawamura also didn't want to break Eriri's fantasy.

Because Watanabe Takashi's image in Eriri's heart is too good, even if Kitahara Takashi himself comes, he may not be able to surpass it.

"I do not believe!"

Ying Lili kept struggling in her mother's arms, she shouted: "Zuncai is not him... not him..."

As she spoke, Eriri looked at the handsome boy on the big screen. He had a tall and straight figure and a lively look. He was much more handsome than the one she remembered. Gradually, she began to cry.

Even now, she still refused to admit that Kitahara Tsutomu was Watanabe Tsutomu. However, she saw traces of Watanabe Tsutomu's existence in his eyes.

She had seen Du Bianzun's face countless times.

She wouldn't admit it.

So she cried.

Because she found that even she could not deceive herself.

Kasumigaoka Shiyu was much calmer than Eriri, and she just stared at Kitahara Takashi with her wine-red eyes.

*

"Is your popularity so terrifying? I won't dare to joke with you anymore."

"Remember to call me daddy from now on!"

"I have chat records that are enough to ruin your reputation."

"I was wrong."

Kitahara Takashi walked towards the court with square steps, facing the scorching sun, chatting and laughing with Tanaka Kota amid thunderous cheers.

"Leave the defense to me."

When they parted, Kitahara Tsutomu left behind these words.

Tanaka Kota shouted at his back: "Leave the batting to me!"

Back on the pitcher's mound, Kitahara put on his gloves and stretched his neck. As he prepared to pitch, Sudo Ken took a batting stance and yelled at him, "Come on."

Kitahara Takashi thought about it, then switched the glove to his right hand and held the ball with his left hand.

"Left hand?"

"Is Kitahara planning to pitch left-handed?"

Suzuki Ichiro was a little surprised.

Kitahara Takashi's right hand is his preferred hand, and pitching with the left or right hand is not something that can be done by simply switching hands.

"Damn it, are you looking down on me?"

Sudo Ken felt that Kitahara Takashi was looking down on him, his nostrils dilated and his expression was angry.

Kitahara Takashi ignored Sudo Ken. He took a deep breath, raised his legs, swung his arms, and moved his body apart. The next moment, his arms were dancing.

The ball head tilted and suddenly flew out of his hand.

'So fast! '

In Sudo Ken's vision, the white ball turned into a streak of scum, swiftly cutting through the sky like a sharp sword splitting the dark night. When he swung the bat, there was only a "boom!!!" sound, like the bell announcing death.

"drop!"

The big screen shows the ball speed: 164km/H.

The whole place was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Kitahara Takashi turned around and raised his hands like a conductor conducting an orchestra. The next second, Yayi led the Aoba fans in the half-time to give a resounding cheer.

"what!!!"

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Chapter 238 Horikita-san, please go on a date with me!

"Did you know he was equally balanced with both hands?"

When Ichiro Suzuki saw that Takashi Kitahara could throw a ball at 164km/h with his left hand and hit the catcher's glove, he turned to look at Shohei Ohtani in surprise.

"do not know."

Shohei Otani's eyes were also filled with shock.

“Is this amazing?”

Mai Sakurajima came back to her senses from the excitement brought by Kitahara Takashi, and after hearing the conversation between the two, she hurriedly asked.

She felt that Kitahara Takashi's shot was such a shocking scene that even the two professionals beside her were shocked.

“It’s very impressive.”

Suzuki Ichiro asked in return: "Are you left-handed or right-handed?"

"right."

"Okay, then try writing your name with your left hand."

Mai Sakurajima took the pen and paper handed to her by Ichiro Suzuki, tried it out, and found that even the simple action of holding the pen felt awkward, let alone writing.

"You have trouble writing a single word, but Kitahara Takashi is throwing the ball from 18.44 meters, at a speed of 164 km/h, into the catcher's tiny glove with his left hand."

"Which of you two do you think is more difficult?"

After hearing what Suzuki Ichiro said, Sakurajima Mai suddenly remembered what Kitahara Takashi had said.

"If you don't play baseball, you'll see me like a frog in a well looking at the moon in the sky."

"If you play baseball, seeing me is like a floating particle seeing the blue sky."

These two sentences sounded very pretentious to everyone at the time, but now when we look at them again, their value is still increasing.

*

'Cool! ’

On the court, Kitahara Takashi saw that he had actually made a shot with his left hand, and he felt secretly happy that he had succeeded again.

He had never learned how to throw with both hands, so naturally he couldn't throw the ball with his left hand the same way as with his dominant hand.

However, when he injured his right arm and tried to throw the ball with his left hand, he found that even with his left hand, he could still hit six or seven balls out of ten.

Kitahara Takashi attributed this to talent.

Talent is something that cannot be seen or touched, but it does exist.

Just like someone playing football with both feet balanced, without a weak foot, can shoot with either foot.

Some people have strong jumping power when playing basketball. They can reach the basket with a light jump and complete a dunk that ordinary people will never be able to complete in their lifetime.

Compared with those truly gifted monsters, Kitahara Tsutomu's talent seems so mediocre.

But this mediocre talent is indeed what Kitahara Tsutomu needs most at the moment.

This means he still has one hand capable of throwing.

This is undoubtedly a nightmare for highly developed players.

"Ball, come again!"

Nisei Rei came back to her senses from her excitement and threw the ball over.

Kitahara Takashi caught it steadily, raised three fingers arrogantly towards Sudo Ken, and shook them.

Three balls to get you.

"Ooooooooo!!!"

There was another round of cheers at the scene.

'Shit!'

Sudo Ken gritted his teeth and stared at Kitahara Tsutomu, feeling annoyed.

I just felt that the group of people in the audience were so noisy.

Just play ball, no matter what it's called.