Dubian Che simply couldn't allow them to go running in their school skirts, nor would he permit it.

Although one wore black tights and the other safety shorts.

He stood guard outside the door while the two young ladies changed clothes inside.

During the winter camping trip, Kiyono Lin and Dubian Che had gone to wake Jiutiao Meijie up, and at that time, they had slightly seen her body.

Now, as Jiutiao Meijie nonchalantly unbuttoned her shirt and let her pleated skirt fall to the ground, Kiyono Lin couldn't help but glance twice.

The slender white neck, the firm and round breasts, the delicate waistline—though she knew she herself was not lacking, she still couldn't help feeling a twinge of envy.

Dubian Che already had such a beauty, and her only advantage was knowing everything about him, thought Kiyono Lin to herself.

Out of a competitive spirit common among girls, Jiutiao Meijie also stole glances at Kiyono Lin.

With her skirt buttons undone, the legs that were revealed were white and slender, with curves so beautiful they drove one mad with desire.

And then there was that delicate and fair body—every part of it would set a woman's heart racing, wanting to run her fingers through it.

Even she herself was moved, let alone Dubian, thought Jiutiao Meijie, growing more vigilant in her heart.

Dressed in long-sleeved spring sports attire, the three of them left the Human Observation Department and headed towards the baseball field.

Between the corridors and stairs, they heard the chaotic yet melodious sounds of the Wind Instrument Club.

Stepping out of the club building and onto the sportsground, they entered the world of sports clubs—the atmosphere heated up instantly.

"Goda—"

"Go for it!"

The karate club members, clad in white outfits and led by their ponytail-sporting female Minister, jogged around the track.

"Breathe! Mind the rhythm! Arms!"

The slightly tanned track and field club Minister was training the freshman recruits.

On the soccer field, a coach broke down movements for club members; behind the chain-link fence, tennis club members practiced against each other and some practiced alone against the wall.

The trio, with their outstanding appearances, attracted a lot of attention. Under the watchful gaze of these people, they arrived at the sandy baseball field.

The members of the baseball club, bearing dirt on their originally white clothing, all had sweat-covered faces.

Kiyono Lin and Jiutiao Meijie stood outside the baseball field, side by side, waiting for Dubian Che's tryout to finish.

Dubian Che met the foul-mouthed coach under the guidance of Kunii Shuichi.

Without any superfluous words, the coach sent him straight to the Pitcher Mound.

The first ball was easily hit.

The second ball was struck by the batter again.

The baseball coach, with his face weathered by wind and sun, wore a look that screamed 'waste of time.'

The third ball was hit particularly far, and the excited batter seemed to think it was quite an achievement.

Dubian Che knew nothing about baseball, he only knew to throw the ball in the right area.

It didn't matter though, he didn't care about the face of transmigrators or system owners.

He would truly get angry only if the title of 'national number one' was taken from him.

The tryout was over.

Dubian Che took off his glove and turned his head to look at the two beautiful girls, worried they had been waiting impatiently—only to find Kiyono Lin smiling sarcastically and Jiutiao Meijie with a look of disdain.

"..."

He retracted his earlier thought—being looked down on by these two would make him angry too.

Dubian Che put the glove, which he had meant to hand to the baseball club's female manager, back on.

He gestured to Kunii Shuichi, acting as the catcher, and their tacit understanding from last year's training allowed him to toss a baseball to Dubian Che.

The batter, after looking at the coach and seeing no signal to stop, posed ready to receive the ball.

Kunii Shuichi squatted down again.

"Guess what?" Kiyono Lin asked Jiutiao Meijie.

"Since he is serious, he naturally won't get hit."

"If both of us bet the same, the wager won't stand," said Kiyono Lin with regret.

"With so much confidence in my boyfriend, aren't you?" retorted Jiutiao Meijie sarcastically.

"I have confidence in my member."

The two looked at each other.

"Did you see that!" Dubian Che boasted as he approached, "That was a beautiful high-speed pitch!"

Jiutiao Meijie and Kiyono Lin turned to look at him.

Behind Dubian Che was the batter, doubting his own eyes, and the catcher—Kunii Shuichi—staring in disbelief at the ball in his hand.

"Let's go once it ends," Kiyono Lin turned and walked toward the sports field.

She had zero interest in sports; her earlier smile was simply to mock Dubian Che.

"Why throw the fourth ball and waste Miss Jiutiao's time?" Jiutiao Meijie, with her exquisite waist, turned and also headed toward the sports field.

"Didn't you see?" Dubian Che chased after them, "That was me entering Immortal Mode in a flash, drawing natural energy from that oak tree at the school gate, throwing that high-speed pitch with a technique of the tail beast ball, and you didn't even notice?!"

"Stop by the infirmary on the way back," Kiyono Lin said with gentle concern.

"... I was joking, I don't have delusions."

"Has your head really gone bad? What I mean is that you should shut up, Mr. Dubian, don't make me spell everything out for you, I'm not your mother."

"Shut up? Do you think you have the right?" Jiutiao Meijie sneered coldly.

"Minister of the Human Observation Department, commanding the Deputy Minister of the Human Observation Department, do you have a problem with that, Miss Jiutiao Meiji?"

"You two, stop quarreling, I was talking about my high-speed..."

"Shut up!" they both said at the same time.

It seemed in the Human Observation Department, the so-called Deputy Minister had the least authority.

After they left, the coach called Kunii Shuichi over.

"Have him come for practice tomorrow."

Kunii Shuichi hesitated, knowing full well that Dubian Che really did not want to join the baseball club after deliberately losing the last three pitches.

"Coach," he said, "Dubian doesn't really like baseball. You don't know, but he is the ace of the Wind Instrument Club, and many music universities want to recruit him specifically."

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