After the announcement of the list of autumn contests, the list of players has not changed much from what everyone thought.

Although the team members were a little surprised that first-year Rong Chun had become an ace, there seemed to be nothing wrong with thinking about it carefully.

Although Rong Chun is only in the first grade, he is not outstanding except for the ball speed, but in other aspects, or at the comprehensive level, he is now the highest in Qingdao.

And Rong Chun, who won the trump card, was unexpectedly not as excited as he imagined.

In everyone's eyes, this child, who has always been active, behaves very ordinary, although it can be seen that he is very happy, but there is no other reaction.

"It feels like a surprise...."

"What?"

"I thought you'd be happier....."

Kanemaru asked a little strangely, and when he heard Kanemaru's words, Rong Chun laughed instead,

"What are you talking about, I'm very happy, the trump card is what I've been looking forward to, and I'm definitely happy.

It's just that whether it's an ace or a relay pitcher like the one before, I've always contributed to the team. ”

Rong Chun stroked the number bib in his hand and said in a deep voice,

"I'm very happy to get this bib number represents the overseer's recognition of me, but this bib number does not fully mean that I am an ace.

It's like Sanada seniors of the pharmacist, and Tedong Xiangjing Sun, although they don't have the back of the trump card, they are also the trump card in everyone's minds, aren't they?

The trump card is a responsibility, not a tool to show off. I told me this from my baseball teacher in Nagano, and the ace is indeed a shining position, but whether or not everyone can agree with it is a matter of the pitcher.

I'm going to keep working hard and give my best to make everybody's pitch impeccable, because that's the trump card! ”

Rong Chun's expression was very gentle, which made Kanemaru a little stunned, although sometimes Rong Chun does show a lot of maturity, but in getting along with his predecessors, this maturity is getting less and less.

Seeing such a Rong Chun, Kanemaru said from the bottom of his heart,

"Sawamura, you.... It's really amazing! ”

“？”

Rong Chun tilted his head and looked at Kanimaru in confusion, not knowing why he was praising himself.

And Kanemaru didn't have the idea of explaining,

"Speaking of which, what do you have in your hand?"

Kanemaru asked a little strangely as he watched Eijun take the box all the way.

"This one was lent to me by my managers."

Rong Chun smiled and shook the box in his hand, Kanemaru was puzzled for a while, and he didn't get too entangled, after all, he had seen girls borrow things from Rong Chun too many times, and it was not unusual.

"Okay, let's go and rest, you've been training all day today, and you're going to start tomorrow, aren't you?"

"Yes, Yo Xi, you have to be motivated to rest, for tomorrow's game!"

“..... Don't take a break and don't be motivated. ”

After saying goodbye to Kanemaru, Eijun hummed strange music back to the dormitory and tidied up his things.

When Masuko's seniors and Kurachi came back, Rong Chun, who had been not good at showing off outside, happily held the number bib and said excitedly,

"Masuko seniors, Kurachi seniors, look, I got the trump card!"

"Oh! Well done, Sawamura...."

"Hey, hey...."

Masuko's predecessor also came to Rong Chun's side, and his generous palm gently stroked Rong Chun's head.

"Woo Ka, Rong Chun chan is really amazing."

Rong Chun, who was praised by his predecessors, was a little embarrassed, obviously this was what he intended.

Rong Chun, who was shy for a while, remembered to get down to business,

"Now, Masuko senior, can you help me sew the back number?"

"Woo-gah?"

"Huh?"

In the strange eyes of the two, Rong Chun said embarrassedly,

"I'll feel relieved if Masuko-senpai sews it for me, like the seniors are still there."

Looking at Rong Chun's somewhat wet eyes, Masuko couldn't say anything to refuse, but felt that Rong Chun's proposal made him very moved.

"But my handiwork isn't very good."

"It's okay."

"There is no sewing kit in the dormitory, there is no way to do it, the managers have also gone home, they can't borrow it, will it be too late to sew tomorrow."

Kurachi also raised objections, and Rong Chun immediately spoke,

"It's okay, I think the managers borrowed it."

Rong Chun took out the sewing kit from behind him like a treasure.

Seeing Rong Chun, who was so well prepared, it was not easy for Masuko to refuse.

The three older boys sat under the lamps in the dormitory, studying how to sew bibs.

Most of the people who live in the dormitory know some sewing skills, but only sewing buttons.

Something as complicated as sewing a bib number is usually done by the managers.

The three of them put on a scientific spirit, first taking the tools they needed out of the sewing box.

"White thread..... OK！ ”

"Medium needle.... Well, these are medium-sized needles..."

"Isn't this it..."

With his good eyesight, Kuramochi chose one of the many needles and carefully pinched it out.

"It seems that yes, then the needle is OK!"

"The scissors are OK too..."

"Yo Xi, let's start threading the needle next!"

Masuko-senpai pinched the small needle, and the thin thread, and tried to pass through.

The man who could control the baseball failed to string it many times.

Masuko blushed and apologized to the embarrassed Asaheijun and Kuramochi.

The next needle threader is Kurachi, although he is a careful person, but he is essentially a grumpy brother, Kuramochi is no exception to failure.

The last hope is Rong Chun, both of them looked at Rong Chun seriously and expectantly, and finally Rong Chun lived up to expectations.

The trio who gave a little cheer began the next step.

They set aside Kuramori's baseball uniforms sewn by the managers as a model, and then Masako-senpai began her sewing journey with a solemn face.

Masuko, who had sewn the first edge, took a look at her finished product, then at the work of the managers, and sighed silently.

Kurachi comforted aside,

"It's okay, Masuko senior, you've done a good job, let's tear it down and do it once."

With Kurachi's encouragement, Masuko removed the number bib that had just been sewn and began a second attempt.

With the first experience, although the stitches of Masuko's predecessors are still not as strong and beautiful as those of the managers, they are already very good.

Masuko breathed a sigh of relief after sewing, and then handed the needle and clothes to Kurachi.

Kuramochi was stunned for a moment, and then quickly refused,

"I don't need it, Sawamura also said that you will sew it for him."

But Rong Chun on the side thought it was a good idea.

"That's right, Kuramochi seniors should also sew it."

The warehouse that was driven to the shelves looked a little pitiful.

The hand holding the needle was still a little trembling, and he cautiously began to try.