Kiyono Lin watched Dubian Che until he disappeared at the end of the corridor.
She then turned and headed back to the VIP seats.
"Where did you go?" Mrs. Kiyono asked.
"Where's Dubian?" Jiutiao Meijie looked behind her.
Mrs. Jiutiao glanced at her daughter, a look of someone who couldn't let go.
"I went to persuade Mr. Dubian to do something that might be bad for others, irresponsible, but something he wanted to do," Kiyono Lin said as she sat down in her seat, her gaze turning to the field.
From the moment she entered Shengong Stadium, it was only now that her expression turned serious.
Jiutiao Meijie slightly frowned and then a cold smile formed on her lips as she looked toward Goda's coaches' bench.
"Is Mr. Dubian going to play?" Mrs. Kiyono asked curiously.
"Yes," Kiyono Lin nodded, "He is going to show me what it means to stand above everyone else."
"Oh," Mrs. Kiyono covered her mouth, "Entering at a critical moment, he really has the aura of a king."
"Right," Mrs. Jiutiao said with a mischievous smile, "My dear son can't stand seeing his mother lose, so he volunteered to play; you, as his fake mother, better start practicing how to bark."
"Although he is my son, I don't think he can turn the tide for Goda," Mrs. Kiyono said.
"Oh?" exclaimed the male commentator, "Goda's coach is walking to the Pitcher Mound, the game is temporarily halted!"
"Is it to communicate with the pitcher, or is it a change of pitcher?" speculated the female commentator.
"Either way, it's the right decision. The current relief pitcher is clearly having mental issues and has lost his ability to control the ball."
"Okay, news received, they are changing the pitcher!"
"Let's look forward to Goda's third pitcher! Let's see if this relief pitcher can end Sansong's offense and move the game into the next half!"
"Miss Jiutiao," Kiyono Lin said with a contemptuous smile, "the most arrogant side of Dubian Che, that real, unrestrained him, please watch carefully."
Jiutiao Meijie rested her head on one side, nonchalantly: "I'm looking forward to it."
During the brief player swap, the male commentator remarked, "What a wonderful game this is."
"Yes, Sansong has shown us what passion is! What struggle is! What creating miracles is!"
"You've already turned into a fan of Sansong!"
"Yes! The more difficult the situation, the more they refuse to give up, and it's not just a slogan! They still need to score!"
As the female commentator's excited voice filled the air, the atmosphere in the stadium reignited.
"The relief pitcher is in place, the game continues!"
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Above the outfield seats, on the large electronic screen, the figure of Dubian Che appeared.
The ease with which he dismissed Sansong!
Unbeatable confidence!
Looking down on everyone with arrogance!
He stepped onto the Pitcher Mound as if stepping on a corpse.
He surveyed the thirty thousand spectators as if to say, the next ones to be stepped on are you.
Everyone fell into a brief silence; even across the stadium, even though there were thirty thousand people, nobody dared to speak loudly, intimidated by his presence.
The young man on the Pitcher Mound suddenly pointed towards all the staff and students of Goda High School.
Next, the previously noisy, disturbed, and uneasy Goda High School...
"Ah—" a male student roared.
"Dubian! Dubian! Dubian!" the voices of over a thousand people combined into one.
It was like a tidal wave, nearly frantic.
The young man on the Pitcher Mound withdrew his hand, looking down from a superior angle at the Sansong High School batter.
"This, this..... is quite popular," the male commentator stuttered.
"Looks very cool... a pitcher full of confidence! Looking forward to his performance! Can he turn the game around?!" the female commentator shouted.
By this time, the rest of the audience had snapped back to their senses.
"Sansong! Sansong! Sansong!" the Sansong High School cheerleading team roared, unwilling to be outdone.
The game seemed to regain its suspense, and the mood of the spectators lit up, everyone banging their inflatable batons and shouting vigorously.
"Smart, powerful, handsome, the epitome of perfection, there is such a charismatic man in this world," Mrs. Kiyono remarked.
"It fits the image of the husband I painted in my mind when I was fifteen," Mrs. Jiutiao also praised.
Jiutiao Mei watched Dubian Che on the Pitcher Mound, reveling in the cheers of the crowd, her eyes gleaming.
"Anything to say, Miss Jiutiao?" Kiyono Lin said in the tone of a victor.
She made Dubian Che turn out this way!
"Want to know?" Jiutiao Mei turned to look at her, smiling.
Without waiting for Kiyono Lin to respond, her exquisitely noble face moved closer, her tempting lips touching Kiyono Lin's ear.
"Very tasty," she murmured in a fluctuating voice, her breath hot on Kiyono Lin's ear.
Kiyono Lin remained motionless, her gaze shifted towards her coldly.
Jiutiao Mei moved away from her, her face bearing a cruel and eager smile.
Looking forward to tonight.
At Shengong Stadium, Goda Wind Instrument Club played "The Laurel Shines for You" again.
That boy, who last year single-handedly conquered everyone at the national Wind Music competition, she had absolute confidence in him.
Their music was robust and powerful, the shouts of fellow students growing fiercer.
At Goda High School, there were those who liked Dubian Che, those who were indifferent to him, and those who disliked him.
But whether it was adoration, dislike, or contempt, one thing was indisputable in the eyes of everyone at Goda High School: Dubian Che was truly a genius.
As long as he hadn't lost, Goda hadn't lost!
The students and staff of Goda put down their signs, abandoned a week's training, stood up, and shouted the name of the young man on the field.