My girlfriend is a bad lady

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

Mrs. Kujo glanced at her daughter, an expression that showed that she was completely dependent on someone.

"Go and persuade Watanabe to do something he wants to do, even if it's not good for others and is irresponsible." Kiyono Rin sat down in her seat and looked towards the court.

Ever since she entered the Jingu Stadium, her expression has only become serious now.

Miki Kujo frowned slightly, then a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth and her eyes turned to the coaching seat of Kamikawa.

"Watanabe-kun is going to play?" Mrs. Kiyono asked curiously.

"Yes." Qingye Rin nodded, "He wants to show me what it means to stand above everyone else."

"Ah," Mrs. Kiyono covered her mouth, "He showed up at the critical moment, showing his kingly temperament."

"That's right." Mrs. Kujo smiled mischievously, "My precious son couldn't bear to see his mother lose, so he took the initiative to join the game. You fake mother, get ready to bark like a dog."

"Although he is my son, I don't think he can help Kamikawa turn the tables," said Mrs. Kiyono.

at this time.

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

"Is it communicating with the pitcher, or changing the pitcher?" the female commentator guessed.

"No matter which one it is, it's the right decision. The reliever in front of us obviously has a problem with his mentality and has lost the ability to control the ball."

"Okay, 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.

"Miji-san," Qing Ye Lin smiled contemptuously, "Please watch Watanabe Toru's most arrogant side, the real and unrestrained him."

Kujo Miki leaned against the side of her face and said nonchalantly: "I'm looking forward to it."

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

"Yes, Sansong proved what passion is! What hard work is! What it means to create miracles!"

"You've completed becoming a fan of Misong!"

"Yeah! The more difficult the situation, the harder it is to give up. This is not just a slogan! They have to keep scoring!"

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

"Sansong!"

"come on!"

"The relief pitcher is in place, the game continues!"

As the male commentator spoke, the camera zoomed in on the pitcher's mound.

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

The ease of not taking Sansong seriously!

Unrivaled confidence!

Look down on everyone's arrogance!

Unparalleled arrogance!

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

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

Everyone fell into a brief silence. Even though they were separated by a stadium and there were 30,000 people here, no one dared to speak loudly. They were intimidated by that man's aura.

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 Shenchuan High School...

"Ah——" a boy raised his arms and yelled.

“Watanabe——!”

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

The roar was like a tsunami, almost crazy.

The boy on the pitcher's mound withdrew his hand and looked down at the batter from Samson High School at home plate.

“T-This… is quite popular,” the male commentator stumbled.

"He looks very handsome... a very confident pitcher! Looking forward to his performance! Can he make another comeback?!" the female commentator shouted.

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

"Sansong! Sansong! Sansong!" The cheering team of Sansong High School roared, unwilling to be outdone.

The game seemed to have regained suspense, the audience's emotions were ignited, and they all beat the inflatable ball sticks in their hands and shouted loudly.

"Smart, strong, handsome, the epitome of perfection. How could there be such a charming man in this world?" Mrs. Kiyono exclaimed.

"He fits the image of a husband I had imagined in my mind when I was fifteen." Mrs. Kujo also praised him highly.

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

"Do you have anything to say, Miki-san?" Kiyono Rin said in a victorious tone.

It was she who made Toru Watanabe become like this!

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

Without waiting for Qingye Rin to answer, she leaned forward with her delicate and noble little face and put her beautiful and seductive lips against Qingye Rin's ear.

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

Qingye Rin dodged and glanced at her coldly.

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

Looking forward to tonight.

At the Jingu Stadium, the Kamikawa Wind Orchestra once again played "The Crown Shines for You".

They have absolute trust in the young man who conquered everyone by himself at the National Wind Music Competition last year.

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

In Kamikawa High School, there are people who like Toru Watanabe, some who feel average towards him, and some who hate him.

But no matter whether it is admiration, hatred, or contempt, one thing is beyond doubt in the eyes of everyone in Kamikawa High School, that is, Watanabe Toru is a true genius.

As long as he doesn’t lose, Shenchuan doesn’t lose!

Teachers and students of Kamikawa put down their signs, gave up a week's training, stood up, and shouted the name of the boy on the court.

"Watanabe! Watanabe!"

Koizumi Aona looked at the pitcher's mound excitedly.

That is the person who truly shoulders the glory of Shenchuan, the person she likes.

Amid the cheers, Toru Watanabe lightly pressed down his baseball cap and an uncontrollable smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Kamikawa, my alma mater... Well, Misatsu, I'm sorry."

He raised his head with the expectation of everyone in Kamigawa.

'This summer, even if Lady Luck is not on Kamikawa. '

'But it doesn't end here.'

"Regarding the promise made in midsummer, I will make it happen for you if you don't want it to end!"

"Fate, no matter what you originally planned, now, reverse it for me!"

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

Powerful pitching.

The sound of harsh wind.

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

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

"A strike!" The referee's lonely and empty voice.

The stadium was as quiet as a heavy snowfall.

Then...

“Ah——!!!” From the audience seats, a roar resounded through the sky.

My throat is about to break and my saliva is flying!

“165! 165! The new one in Koshien…” The commentator’s voice was covered up.

"Did you see it? Did you see it?" Koizumi Aona pulled Akiko excitedly.

“I see it, I see it!” Akiko excitedly waved the inflatable ball stick while pulling his T-shirt that was about to fall.

"Watanabe! Watanabe! Watanabe!"

The conversation between the two was barely audible amidst Kamikawa's frenzied cheers.

"Ah--" On the field, the other eight members of the Kamikawa team yelled at Watanabe Toru.

No matter how excited or passionate the words are, they cannot express how they feel at that moment.

"Watanabe——!" Kunii Osamu's neck was full of blue veins. He was so excited that he wanted to rush over and punch Watanabe Toru hard.

The camera is on the teenager on the pitching mound.

The catcher was walking over with the ball, saying something to him.

He didn't say anything, just patted the other person on the shoulder. This simple action made the audience even more excited.

He seemed arrogant, too handsome, not athletic enough, had no passion, and didn't take his opponents seriously.

Even so, people still yearn to worship him!

This is the strong one!

Born to enjoy the cheers of the crowd!

After the cheers, the second goal.

"Beep! 166km/h!"

"Two strikes!"

"Oh!" There was a unanimous exclamation from the audience.

Anyone who knows baseball will hold their breath.

What is that concept?

This kind of ball speed will not produce a breaking ball, but the power of the ball itself is intimidating.

What is ball power?

The hard ball with a speed of 166 hours per hour went straight to the forehead, and the fracture occurred in the middle. Unfortunately, it hit the head. Even wearing a helmet, it will cause intracranial hemorrhage. If you don't rescue it immediately, you will definitely die on this court.

Facing Toru Watanabe's pitching, it is no longer a baseball game, but a test of life and death.

This is the power of the ball!

"Kuroda! Don't be scared!" Everyone in the Misatsu coaching booth shouted to the batter in the batter's box.

Kuroda looked back at everyone, then at the man on the pitcher's mound, and swallowed hard.

Is it really worth risking your life for a game?

……worth!

And as long as the ball hits you, it's a hit ball! Everyone in Sansong gets a walk and gets another run!

Even if you have to be hospitalized or study, you can't hide!

"Come on!" Kuroda clenched his bat tightly and shouted at the boy on the pitching mound.