"So, it's like that," the coach hesitated.

"Why don't we register Mr. Dubian's name first, and see if he wants to join the training depending on the circumstances. In case he changes his mind, or if there's an unexpected situation in the baseball club, it would be good to have an extra person as a substitute," the female manager of the baseball club said, holding the gloves that Dubian Che had used.

These baseball gloves were hers, but from now on, they would be exclusively for Dubian Che.

Maybe they will even pick up Mr. Dubian's sweat smell!

"Yuki, what kind of emergency could possibly occur in the baseball club? And even if it did, we wouldn't need Dubian to save the day, right?" Kunii Shuichi said.

The girl known as Yuki glared at him and commanded the coach in a stern voice:

"Dad, let's just do it like that."

"Hmm—" the coach hesitated for a moment, then asked Kunii Shuichi, "Is it alright if we just register his name? After all, it has to be voluntary."

Kunii Shuichi thought about Dubian Che's personality, "Just registering the name should be fine. I'll just mention it to him."

"That's great!" Yuki said excitedly, looking forward to the future, "Hurry and add Mr. Dubian to the baseball club's line group!"

Kunii Shuichi thought again about Dubian Che's personality, "This kind of thing, it's not up to him, his girlfriend and Kiyono need to agree."

"Why does Kiyono need to agree?" Everything about Dubian Che was intensely attractive to girls, including Yuki.

Discussing his friend's dirty laundry, Kunii Shuichi suddenly became interested, "Because he…"

"Jerk! What are you still doing here? Go train!"

"Yes, coach!" Kunii Shuichi instinctively shouted his response, put on his hat, and ran onto the baseball field.

Unaware that he had become a member of the baseball club, Dubian Che came to the track along with two young ladies.

In the late spring and early summer, the mornings and evenings were still a bit chilly, and the track and field club members were already wearing their short-sleeved shorts and sportswear.

The girls' legs, whether sturdy, slender, or delicate, were exposed to the air.

Their vibrant chests and hips, tightly encased in sportswear, simply adorned yet rippling with a unique charm of youth.

Many of the girls, upon Dubian Che's arrival, either ran harder or became hesitant and reluctant to go all out, fearing their stance looked ugly.

Around 3:50 PM, the sky over Shinjuku District was dotted with rolling white clouds, the sky a brilliant blue, devoid of any airplane trails.

"What are you looking at?" Jiutiao Meijie's ethereal voice came over.

"They're running," Dubian Che pointed at the track and field athletes.

"Looking at legs?"

"Legs?"

Dubian Che hadn't really thought about that, he was just subconsciously staring.

This seemed to undermine his status as a leg researcher.

Wait, he only studied four people's legs.

"Ah, my," Kiyono Lin teased, "Does Jiutiao feel insecure about her own legs? Afraid that Mr. Dubian will look at others."

Jiutiao Meijie was unfazed.

"You don't understand the jealousy of a girlfriend," she said.

"Is it jealousy, or is it insecurity? You had better figure it out, Jiutiao."

Jiutiao Meijie walked over to Kiyono Lin, her pale hand unapologetically patting her inviolable shoulder:

"You'll understand when you become a girlfriend, but you'll never have the chance."

"Don't cry all afternoon again by then, making me get scolded by elders," Kiyono Lin brushed away Jiutiao Meijie's hand, arms folded, laughing mockingly.

"Don't be mad and ignore people, then act as if nothing happened the next day and come to hang out with me."

"When you were kids, you were both really cute," Dubian Che remarked, "It would have been great to grow up with you."

Jiutiao Meijie looked over, "Let's go back."

"Go back? Go back in time?" Dubian Che was baffled, this was too much for the current him.

Even in the future, he couldn't guarantee such an ability.

"Back to the clubroom," as she spoke, Jiutiao Meijie walked towards the direction of the club building.

"Rock-paper-scissors?" Dubian Che, caught off guard, quickly asked.

"Do you want to stay here to look at legs?" Jiutiao Meijie said without turning her head.

Dubian Che then looked at Kiyono Lin, who was standing still.

Her elegant and exquisite little face, her skin as white and moist as spring, charming and cute.

"Are we just going back right after coming out?" Dubian Che asked her.

"Is that not okay?" Kiyono Lin smiled, "After we go back, you can look at my legs, what else are you unsatisfied with?"

Dubian Che's hand pressed heavily on Kiyono Lin's other shoulder, his brooding gaze staring at her, meaning:

Say it and you're dead.

Kiyono Lin first looked at the man's hand on her shoulder for two seconds, then at the owner of the hand, Dubian Che, meaning:

Be aware, take it away.

"Ah, sorry." Dubian Che withdrew his hand as if he had made a mistake.

Women are the June weather of Tokyo, ever-changing.

The three changed into sports attire, came all the way to the field to play rock-paper-scissors, and the loser would run. Due to the track girls revealing their thighs, they only argued for a while before promptly returning.

The setting sun shone on the glass walls of the club building, breaking into pieces of gold.

The shadows of Kiyono Lin, Dubian Che, and Jiutiao Meijie, behind them tilted and overlapping, as if they were leaning their heads on each other's shoulders.

Back at the Human Observation Department, the two changed back into their school uniforms.

A pair of tracksuit pants dropped to the floor—probably Meijie's;

The sound of a pleated skirt's zipper being pulled up—who could that be? Judging by the sound's proximity, it must be Kiyono Lin.

'This can't be blamed on me eavesdropping; blame it on my really good hearing. I can even hear a cruise ship cutting through the waters off the coast of Hawaii,' Dubian Che reasoned as he listened, making excuses for himself.

The rustling sounds of the clothes gradually faded, and Kiyono Lin spoke up, "The pervert eavesdropping by the door, come in already."

This guy not only reads minds but also sees through walls? With this kind of doubt, Dubian Che was about to go in.

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