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

If it cannot be brought, then a difficult decision must be made and the nomadic dynasty will be launched.

"I will make the Ham Fighters a respected team, just like the Lakers and Celtics in the NBA, and like Real Madrid in European football, a team full of honors."

"This is Kitahara-san's promise to you all."

boom! ! ! ——

Snap~·Snap·~Snap·~Snap!!!

The applause and cheers at the scene became more intense.

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A man can do anything, but he must dare to brag.

The applause lasted for a long time.

When the applause finally died down, Kitahara Takashi spoke again, "Let me count to three, and then we'll all shout [Hala! Ham Fighters] together, okay?"

"Come on, 3, 2, 1!"

"Hala! Ham Fighters!!!"

As Takashi Kitahara opened his arms to the sky like the protagonist in "The Shawshank Redemption", all the fans followed suit and gave earth-shaking cheers.

*

"Is this the real him?"

At home, Ogiwara Sayu stared at the confident and sunny Kitahara Takashi on TV and felt that he was completely different from the one he knew.

"Yes, this is the most authentic respect."

Kotonoha Katsura and Sayu Ogiwara sat together, watching the young boy on TV who was full of vigor and ambition, fearless of all obstacles, and vowed to make his dreams shine like the moon in the sky. The love in her eyes seemed to thicken.

This is also the reason why she is so obsessed with Kitahara Takashi.

Because he is always full of vitality and positive energy, rather than discouragement and negative energy.

*

"Respect..."

In the front row of the audience, Eriri's blue eyes widened as if she was recognizing the person in front of her for the first time.

The Zun in front of her was a completely new side of her that she had never seen before.

Perhaps it is just as Kitahara Takashi said, "You have never understood me." "What you see of me is what I want you to see." "I don't want to be what others like, I just want to be myself."

It was not until this moment that she understood the meaning of Kitahara Tsutomu's last sentence.

He is Kitahara Takashi, not Watanabe Takashi, and never will be.

Eriri placed her hand gently on her chest.

What she felt was not disappointment, but a hot, surging, passionate heart beating for Kitahara Tsutomu.

Yes.

Even after seeing the good and bad sides, strengths and weaknesses of Kitahara Tsuyoshi, she still likes Kitahara Tsuyoshi very much.

*

Beep!

The referee blows the whistle!

Kitahara Takashi did the same action as he had done thousands of times before, lifting his foot and arm. The moment his arm swung down, the white ball turned into a meteor, flashed by, and went into his glove.

Everyone subconsciously looked at the numbers on the big screen.

Ball speed: 165km/h

The speed is still terrifyingly fast.

"Strike!!!" the referee also shouted.

'So fast.'

The Hanshin Tigers batters were a little helpless.

In fact, there is no change in Kitahara Takashi's ball, it can be described in one simple word: fast.

Everyone knows this, and he knows it too.

The problem is that even though he knows it, he can't keep up.

Just like Gareth Bale at his peak, a fast winger, you know that, doesn’t Maicon know that?

Even if you knew, could you defend against it?

The hardware can't keep up.

This is simply the difference in talent.

Of course, if you say that Kitahara Takashi wants to dominate the world with one trick like Koshien, that is impossible.

The eyes can't keep up, but batters often rely not on their eyes but on muscle memory.

As long as he can find the feeling, he is sure to hit Kitahara Takashi's ball.

But Kitahara Takashi was just a guest at the opening ceremony.

After shooting this ball, he went down.

After Kitahara Takashi finished pitching, it was Mai Sakurajima's turn to play.

"Ms. Sakurajima, I leave it to you."

"Yes!"

Mai Sakurajima handed the microphone to the staff on the side, put on gloves, took the ball, and walked up to the pitcher's mound.

The gazes of thirty thousand people made her extremely nervous.

"Has he always pitched under this kind of pressure?" Mai Sakurajima, as an actress, shouldn't be prone to stage fright, but with tens of thousands of people watching, even her mental fortitude began to fray.

You can't understand the pressure unless you play in person.

Mai Sakurajima's fingers were trembling.

Seeing this, Kitahara Takashi shook his head, walked over, and put his hand on her shoulder: "Calm down first and relax your shoulders."

When Mai Sakurajima heard Kitahara Takashi's voice, she slowly relaxed her body.

"Yeah, that's good."

"Next, hold the ball tightly. Hold it like this."

Kitahara Takashi naturally put his hand on the back of Sakurajima Mai's hand and taught her how to adjust it step by step.

Little did they know that at this moment, Hitomi Yozakura, Nari Kamikawa, Kotonoha Katsura, Nagisa Kashiwagi, Eriri... in the audience and in front of the TV had already started to look at them unfriendly.

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"Koutarou, do you have your sniper?"

In the VIP area stands, Yozakura Hitomi looked at Kitahara Takashi who was making advances on Sakurajima Mai with gloomy eyes and picked up the intercom.

"Miss, what are you going to do?"

"Break Kitahara Tsun's paws for me."

"...Miss, there are so many people here." Kotaro advised as tactfully as possible.

What women say when they are angry is often just angry words.

I just got emotional.

You can't really take a casual remark as an order.

If he really fired the gun now, Ye Yingtong would be unhappy again.

After calming down, he was the one who was unlucky.

To put it bluntly, for Yozakura Tong, her life is not as important as one of Kitahara Tsutomu's fingers.

Because in her eyes, Kitahara Takashi is a human being, her future husband, and she may not even be considered a human being in Yozakura Hitomi's eyes.

The drama of a chaebol woman falling in love with her bodyguard can only happen in South Korea.

You are right, President Yoon.

Upon hearing this, Ye Yingtong did not lose her temper, but silently thought about how to punish Kitahara Tsutomu tonight.

Stomping on his face?

Well, this may be a reward for him, but if it doesn’t work, he has to find another one.

*

Kitahara Tsutomu didn't know that he was being targeted, he just couldn't help but shiver.

My right eyelid twitched violently.

"Feudal superstition, can't be trusted." Kitahara Takashi muttered in his heart.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kitahara Tsutomu's left eye twitched again.

Kitahara Takashi was instantly ecstatic and said, "My left eye is twitching!"

We still have to believe in what our ancestors passed down.

After receiving guidance from Takashi Kitahara, Mai Sakurajima raised the ball above her head and then raised her legs.

I have to say, the movements are quite standard, probably he has practiced them.

Mai Sakurajima shouted "Hey!" and threw the baseball with all her might.

The distance from the pitching mound to the catcher's home plate is 18.44 meters.

It is too difficult for Mai Sakurajima, who is only 165 cm tall and has recently stopped eating and has not exercised systematically for filming, to throw the ball accurately into the catcher's glove.

The ball turned into a ground ball halfway through its flight and rolled towards the catcher.

Although the ball was hit hard, it was still some distance away from the catcher.

Mai Sakurajima started fiddling with her hair somewhat awkwardly.

"See? This is the home advantage. Even the ball is helping the Ham Fighters." Ichiro Suzuki began to help smooth things over.

"Well, let's thank Kitahara-san and Sakurajima-san."

"The kick-off is over and the first pre-season game of the 2024/25 season has officially begun."

"In the first half of the first inning, the Hokkaido-Ham Fighters will attack first! The Hyogo Hanshin Tigers will defend!"

"Both teams are in position."

After Kitahara Takashi and Sakurajima Mai finished their pitch, they turned and walked towards the commentary booth.

"It's embarrassing!"

As Sakurajima Mai was walking back, she whispered to Kitahara Takashi.

"You looked like you were pitching easily, I didn't expect it to be so difficult."

Kitahara Takashi smiled and consoled him, "The disparity in strength between men and women is even more exaggerated than you might imagine."

The intensity of confrontation between men and women is completely different.

Speaking of this, Kitahara Tsutomu remembered something.

That was before I traveled through time. For a period of time, the men's football team was ridiculed for being inferior to the women's football team.

Many people who don’t know much about football say that it is better to let the women’s football team play than the men’s football team.

As a result, they played a friendly match with Evergrande U15 and were beaten 2:5.

Remember, this is only the U15 youth training, the maximum age is fifteen, and not everyone is fifteen years old.

Most of them were thirteen years old, and two were nine years old.

"Sure enough, professional players are different from ordinary people." Sakurajima Mai couldn't help but sigh.

"I'm not a professional player either, but you're right to be in awe of professionals."