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

There was no emotion in Hayasaka Ai's voice.

"Do you need to continue the contact?"

There was silence on the other end of the line for a long, long time, so long that Hayasaka Ai thought the call was disconnected, then she heard Shinomiya Huangguang's voice: "Continue!"

"I understand. But if I continue to contact Kitahara Takashi, Miss Kaguya will..." "Contacting Kitahara Takashi is the priority."

Hayasaka Ai understood what Shinomiya Huang Guang meant.

The surveillance of Kaguya Shinomiya can be relaxed a bit, and sometimes you can even not report it.

This is what Hayasaka Ai wants to hear most.

During the more than ten years that she worked as Kaguya Shinomiya's personal maid, she had to report Kaguya Shinomiya's situation to Shinomiya Huang Guang every day.

She was almost on the verge of collapse due to the guilt.

Now Hayasaka Ai is like a drowning person, desperately wanting to float up and take a breath.

"Yes."

beep……

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Hayasaka Ai's busy day finally came to an end.

After unbuttoning her maid uniform, Hayasaka Ai went straight into bed.

Let’s talk about taking a shower and other things tomorrow.

Now she really didn't have the strength to move.

When Hayasaka Ai was about to fall asleep as usual, watching a video of a stamping machine squashing all kinds of things, a message suddenly popped up on her phone.

Kitahara Takashi: [Our school has a competition this week, and I'll be playing. Can we invite Miss Smithy to come and cheer me on?]

Hayasaka Ai: [Okay.]

After replying to the message, Hayasaka Ai was about to switch back when Kitahara Takashi's message came again: [Huh? It's so late, are you still awake? ]

Hayasaka Ai: [I can't sleep.]

Kitahara Takashi: [Insomnia? ]

[No, it’s just…]

Knock this down, Hayasaka Ai paused with her fingers.

After hesitating for a moment, she continued: [The pressure is great.]

Hayasaka Ai: [What do you do when you're stressed out?]

Kitahara Takashi has to face the entanglement of young ladies with different personalities every day, and he also has to maintain his age. The pressure must be very great.

Hayasaka Ai is very curious about how he relieves stress?

Kitahara Takashi: [Look at the dismemberment case, the blind box in a container, the donkey hoof repair, the carpet cleaning, the swordsmithing competition, and the Odebiao banana.]

Hayasaka Ai was stunned.

What is this?

Are the donkey hoof repairs out?

It would be more convincing if you said you like watching girls who are on the edge of their skirt.

Hayasaka Ai: [Can reading this help relieve stress? ]

Without saying anything, Kitahara Takashi sent a video.

Hayasaka Ai clicked on one of the videos with great confusion.

In the video, a black donkey jumped out of a car and fell directly to the ground, limping as it walked.

By zooming in through the lens, Hayasaka Ai discovered that the donkey's hoof was not only extremely thick, but also covered in dirt, which looked quite disgusting.

Hayasaka Ai didn't understand what was so good about this, but she chose to watch it anyway.

Then she saw a hoof trimmer take out a large spatula and hit the long hoof shell of the donkey's hoof.

Hayasaka Ai's pupils suddenly dilated. For some reason, she was no longer sleepy, and her eyes were bright.

There was nothing special about the video, it was just cutting, slicing, whittling and grinding over and over again, with a fixed process, but this video seemed to have some kind of magic, and Hayasaka Ai watched it until she finished it accidentally.

After watching it, she still felt a little unsatisfied.

So, Hayasaka Ai:【Anything else?】

Kitahara Takashi: [Yes.]

Suddenly, several videos were sent.

Hayasaka Ai clicked in with anticipation.

Then that night, Hayasaka Ai felt as if she had opened the door to a new world and her soul had evolved.

As a result, she almost couldn't get up the next day.

*

Time passed unknowingly and it was Friday.

At the Aoba Baseball Field, a man about 1.8 meters tall, wearing brown sunglasses, with dark skin and a serious demeanor strode onto the baseball field and picked up the whistle hanging around his neck: Beep!

The players who were sweating profusely on the baseball field heard the whistle and ran quickly to the coach.

In less than a minute, all the players gathered.

There are more than a hundred people standing here. If I didn’t know, I would have thought they were performing in Hot Blood High School.

Kensuke Amatani stood at the front of the team, looking directly at everyone. "Based on the practice matches so far, I've already decided who will replace the injured Shota Ohtani in the first team."

"Now let's announce a pair of candidates."

"The one who was promoted to the first corps is——"

Kensuke Amaya looked at the sturdy boy with a somewhat mature face at the end of the second row.

"Third grade Anai Ryuya!"

When Anaijiryu also heard that he had joined the army, he was stunned at first, then became ecstatic.

After three years in the Aoba Baseball Club, this is his first time playing as a first team player.

The first time he appeared, he logged into Koshien.

Will his parents, who are far away in Tottori Prefecture, see him on TV?

It will definitely happen.

"Congratulations, Ryuya!"

"That's Koshien, the place of glory and dreams."

"If you dare to jerk your hips, I'll wash your underwear for the week."

Anaijiryu also whispered congratulations from all sides.

As for why they spoke in a low voice, it was of course to take care of the feelings of those who were not selected.

For Ryuya Anai, his summer has just begun.

And for those who weren't chosen, their summer is over.

"One of the above" "Coach, I am also a member of the baseball club, and you haven't tested me yet."

Kensuke Amaya was halfway through his speech when a sudden voice interrupted him.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a handsome young man with long legs walking slowly towards them.

"Beiyuan, stop making trouble."

Kensuke Amaya looked at the team mascot, his serious expression revealing a hint of helplessness.

If any ordinary member dared to interrupt him, Kensuke Amatani would definitely scold the other person.

But facing Kitahara Tsutomu, he didn't dare to curse like that.

Beiyuan Zun's class teacher is his wife, and Beiyuan Zun is his wife's sweetheart. If he dares to scold Beiyuan Zun, he probably won't even be able to enter the house tonight.

Kitahara Takashi smiled and said, "Coach, I'm not making a fuss. I'm also at the same level as Yijun."

As soon as Kitahara Takashi finished speaking, everyone in the baseball team looked at him with extremely unfriendly eyes.

What is this level?

Come on, come on, you little bastard, explain yourself clearly.

"Beiyuan, take back what you said."

Kensuke Amatani scolded harshly.

It seems that he is against Xiong Bei Yuan Zun, but in fact he is protecting him.

These players are still high school students and are the most likely to get carried away. If they hit Kitahara Takashi in a fit of rage, not to mention his wife, even the principal will not let him go.

Kitahara Takashi picked up a baseball from the ground, raised his legs, swung his arms, and kicked the ball.

The moment the baseball left his hand, it penetrated the air directly, making a loud sound.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the baseball left a short and bright trail in the air like a meteor, and hit the intercepting wire fence at the other end of the baseball field hard.

The scene was as quiet as a heavy snowfall.

Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes were filled with shock.

You know, where they were standing was a full hundred meters away from the interception net over there.

Such a long distance is something only professional players can throw.

The most terrifying thing was the power and speed of the ball just now.

That's a level that even their current ace player hasn't reached.

call out!

Before they could react, Kitahara Takashi threw another ball.

Same distance, same ball speed, even the hit location seems to be the same.

In the past few days, Shohei Ohtani did not teach Kitahara any magic balls such as the fork ball, carter ball, and butterfly ball, but only focused on his ball possession rate.

No matter how fast the ball is, it is useless if it cannot be thrown into the strike zone.

Fortunately, Kitahara Tsutomu was talented enough and achieved good results in just four days.

Kitahara Takashi threw ten balls in a row before stopping, and the speed of the ball never dropped below 150km/H.

"Coach, did I pass?"

Kitahara Takashi has a gentle tone, a charming smile, and every move he makes reveals the charm of a beautiful boy.

Kensuke Amatani realized it belatedly and, after giving Kitahara Takashi a long look, he said, "Passed."

Then, he looked at Anai Ryuya, his eyes apologetic, but he still announced: "Kitahara Takashi plus the existing 19 first-team players, a total of 20 players to deal with the Hagar competition."

The moment Anaei Ryu saw Kitahara Takashi's speed, he knew that his position in the first team was gone, and he lowered his head silently.

"We're disbanding for today in preparation for tomorrow's practice. Third-year students who weren't selected, please stay a while..."

Kitahara Tsutomu also stayed, but just walked under a tree nearby.

"I believe many of you must be very unwilling in your hearts."

Including Anai Ryu, everyone bit their lips hard to hold back their tears.

How could I possibly accept that?

More than half of the people present left their hometowns and came to Tokyo from other cities just to attend Hanshin Koshien.

During these three years, they experienced fierce competition for starting positions and rigorous practice.

What is the result of three years of hard work?

He doesn't even deserve a chance to appear on stage.

Maybe even after graduation, no one will know them except their school.

"But competitive sports are cruel."