The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

Show me some dedication, deputy referee!Don't run away from reality just because you think it's troublesome!

Wu Ye, who was unable to obtain outside assistance, had no choice but to put his mind back on the game. Although the numbers were evenly matched, the strength was very different.

The game was almost one-sided, and it came to the ninth inning in a blink of an eye, and Wu Ye finally entered the field as a batter, and the opponent was replaced by Yuxiang Senior as a pitcher.

Oops, although I changed the lineup several times to avoid this most troublesome situation, is the result still like this...

From the scene setting of the last round, it seems at first glance that the two sides' trump cards are against the trump cards, but in fact, the real trump card has long since ended, and Wu Ye just happened to be in this round.

Can I just go up?

"I didn't expect that the person standing in front of me would be you."

Before the start of the competition, Youxiang seemed to have something to say, she stared at Wu Ye from a distance and said: "The courage to challenge me is really commendable, but if you don't have any preparations, it's just pure recklessness That's all."

"..."

Ah, how should I put it, even if he is underestimated like this, he will be upset.

"Come on—give us a good lesson! Takeya!" Zi Yakumo, who had been silent in the auditorium, suddenly started to cheer up Takeya. It seemed that she was also very unhappy with Youxiang's defiant behavior.

Anyway, go for it!

After closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Wu Ye summoned up his momentum, You Xiang chuckled lightly, and assumed the posture of throwing the ball.

Although Wu Ye never looked away from the opponent, but the moment the ball left his hand, he still had to be amazed at the strength of the opponent, the speed of the ball was too fast!

There was a sudden fluctuation in his finally stable mood, and Wu also missed the opportunity to hit the ball, and his first swing was empty.

On his own side, he sighed almost overwhelmingly, while on Youxiang's side, he was indifferent as expected.

Completely belittled.

Wu Ye rubbed his nose and made up his mind that he must hit the next ball. No problem, he had already seen the opponent's serve pattern clearly.

"Okay... come on! Senior Youxiang!"

"Oh? Are you still planning to give up?"

Youxiang raised her eyebrows, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and once again assumed the posture of throwing a ball.

"call……"

Exhale—inhale, Youxiang's pitching obviously has been practiced for a long time, and she can mobilize all the strength in her whole body in an instant with almost no leftovers.

Until the moment the ball is released, she is like a precise machine, without half a minute of error.

But it's useless!The same moves are useless for me!

Holding his breath and concentrating on it, Takeya opened his posture and swung his club vigorously——

However nothing happened.

"..."

Very good, another empty wave.

"Be serious, you idiot Takeya!" Reimu, who couldn't stand it anymore, was already planning to criticize Takeya regardless of the occasion.

"Go, go, don't bother me! The next ball, the next ball will definitely be hit!"

Wu Ye blushed and made a promise, but he didn't have any bottom line in his heart.

"How about giving up quickly? If you continue like this, what can you do?" Youxiang looked at Wu Ye calmly, and the pressure in her words was exerted on him invisible.

With a vague sigh, Youxiang threw the last ball.

"..." Staring at the flying ball, Wu didn't speak.

In fact, as early as the first ball, he had already realized that there was an insurmountable gap between himself and Youxiang in terms of strength and skill.

No matter what he does, the result may not change. Besides, the game has reached the ninth inning, and their team still has zero points. Even if there is a one in ten thousand chance that he hits, so what?Failure is already doomed.

I have to admit that people spend most of their time doing meaningless things in their lives.

Just like he is now, of course, this is not intended to belittle his companions who fought with him to the last round.

After all, meaninglessness is just a saying, and the fact of hard work cannot be erased, but no one can define where the so-called meaning is.

It's as if he has always known that with his half-baked level, no matter what, he can't hit the ball thrown by Youxiang. Failure is already doomed, and Wu Ye's actions can't change the final result.

Yes, the only thing that can't be changed is the result.

However, if you want to ask why he persisted until now in this game that was doomed to fail, of course there is only one answer——

"Are you kidding, it's not about winning or losing!"

It is not expecting miracles to happen, nor is it expecting to lose without regrets. Before the brain starts to think, the body has already taken action. It is an instinctive and natural choice.

Compared with thinking about the so-called value, he prefers the inner choice.

To put it simply, I just don't like being looked down upon by you, bastard!

Wu Ye took a step forward and swung his stick vigorously.

"Fly for me! Youth——!"

clang------! ! ! !