"I think we can definitely become the overlords of the future when we cooperate."

"Can……"

Xia Yuan looked at his back silently and whispered softly.

I don’t know why, but for the first time in so many years, I feel at ease.

...

"Why are you doing so kind to him?"

Qiu Feng looked at Yi Cheng with a depressed look on his face, feeling very uncomfortable with Xia Yuan's behavior just now.

"What?" Yi Cheng didn't understand.

"You have seen Xia Yuan's talent just now. He is also a pitcher. He shoots better than you and may become your biggest competitor in the future." Qiu Feng is a straightforward boy, without hiding his thoughts at all.

Better than me...

This sentence is really infuriating.

Yi Cheng gritted his teeth in his heart, wishing he could throw Qiu Feng into the trash can.

"It's okay, he doesn't pose a threat to me."

He waved his hand lightly.

"Why?"

"He is born with poor heart and lungs and cannot pitch for a long time."

Qiu Feng was slightly stunned.

"So that's how it is."

Without physical support and unable to make a few rounds, such a pitcher cannot become ace.

In other words, because of illness, Xia Yuan was destined to be a relay pitcher.

Or his pitching career would have to end in high school.

Such people cannot play professional baseball.

Qiu Feng sighed.

But after two seconds, his expression gradually became exaggerated-

"Damn, you can still get so good if you are sick. He is much better than you!"

"Maggie, believe it or not, I tear your mouth now?"

"Feel sorry."

Qiu Feng took a step back while laughing.

Yi Cheng ignored him and began to move his body and prepare to practice football.

"That's better." Qiu Feng lowered his head and thought, "Then we have only one goal now."

The two of them both looked at Yan Fei, the head pitcher of the team who was practicing shooting in the distance.

"hehe."

"You guys are really funny, aren't you?"

Hearing this voice, Yi Cheng turned his head—

It turned out to be Chen Fan, the relay pitcher of the first team.
Chapter completed!