Absolute on the Mound

1.

There are three big difficulties for those who dream of playing professional baseball.

Talent, injury and money.

Most pro baseball aspiring students give up their pros without crossing these three hurdles.

“No, Father. ”

Wow?

“Send gloves, spikes and a few balls. ”

Jin Yong Lee.

He was also one of the rare ones who folded the dreams of professional baseball players because he could not overcome the obstacles.

Literally.

In elementary school, the height that was brighter than his peers was different from his junior high school age, and in high school, he faced the difficulty of physical.

After years of diligence and training to overcome the difficulties of that talent, I faced the difficulties of injury.

When he faced the responsibility of the head of the household responsible for the lives of his mother and sister, including the father who was lying on the bed when he was injured, he gave up being a baseball player in front of the trouble of money.

That was about six years ago.

Glad?

“What are you so happy about? What did you do without throwing this away? ”

Why did you come here and throw it away?

“No, we have to throw away what's good. Anyway, I'll throw it away. ”

Don't! Jin-yong! Jin-yong!

“Oh, I don't know. I'll throw it away. You know that. ”

A dream boy who had dreamed of playing pro baseball for six years had now become a very ordinary South Korean worker who had to serve a salaried man as emperor.

It was the same again.

“Tsk.”

It was never his intention to face a baseball that remained as a ruin rather than a memory, rather than annoyance and compassion.

"Oh, come on, boss, where the fuck did this guy hear I got elected? ’

It was at the beginning of the situation that he was a social baseball hobby of the factory president who should serve as the Emperor.

Until high school, he hid the fact that he was from the baseball club, but the boss who found out where he suddenly called Lee Jin-yong.

Then he asked me to throw a ball in a friendly match with another factory baseball team this weekend.

In front of this sudden disaster, Lee Jin-yong did not comply immediately. I immediately excused myself.

He said he quit baseball because he was injured.

It's been six years since I quit.

In six years, he said he had never played a walnut ball between detection and stopping.

‘Mad President. ’

Then the boss turned around and said,

You haven't thrown in six years, so your injuries are all better, right? Then it doesn't matter!

Is that what you're going to do to a man who folded a baseball because of six years of injury? Is that something a primate with a wrinkle in his brain could do? ’

It was ridiculous, but the boss said to himself, "What's with the long tongue? 'At the moment I sent the signal, there was only one word that binary could say.

This is as far as I go. Try it on!

At that point, the boss smiled and immediately started talking to the other business owner with his smartphone.

Then, Lee Jin-yong said in a loud voice so that he could hear very well.

Mr. Park, how much do you want to bet next week? Why is Park's wall so small? What? What kind of mercenaries are mercenaries? It's a staff-friendly match. Of course it's a staff-friendly match. Mr. Park knows more about the faces of our Black Tigers. Yeah, that's how it goes. 300 calls!

Thanks to this, Jin Yong was able to quickly understand the situation.

"Society baseball people think elections are sod masters in some fantasy novel. If you were a sod master, you'd go pro. Would you go to the factory for 200 a month? ’

The President has bet 3 million won on the fact that Lee Jin Yong is elected.

‘Damn, that's a good nose stitch. If we ruin the game, what the hell is this? ’

Of course, because of Lee Jin-yong, the day that 3 million won falls into his pocket, there will be a very big storm in his daily life.

‘Oh, my God. ’

However, something happened, and Jin Yong had no choice but to act to fix it.

I called my father just in case. If you have any old baseball equipment, send it to me.

That said, my father, who prefers baseball over beer, had filled all the baseball equipment for binary without throwing it away, and then sent it to a small studio for binary.

That's all for now.

“Phew.”

Recalling this blue situation, Lee Jin-yong sighed for a long time.

"Huh?

Lee Jin-yong's gaze was on the transparent case that was filling the box.

Inside the cube case, a baseball was neatly wrapped and precious.

Lee Jin-yong held the case in his hand, and soon he smiled bitterly as he saw the signature written on the major league public population.

‘It's the signature ball of Kim Jin-ho. ’

It was once a dream, a hope, a longing, a trace of the man who was the sun.

Has it been 10 years? ’

At the same time, it was also an indicator of a grim reality for Jin Yong Lee.

‘I can't believe that Kim Jin-ho, who was supposed to enter the Hall of Fame, would end his career like that in a car accident after 10 more years of listening to the boss of the Major League. ’

Life Unlimited.

No matter how great he was, he felt that his life was meaningless because he lost everything with one thought.

“Jinho Kim · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

I finally remembered the nothingness.

Huh? Who called me?

Then I heard the answer.

What is this? What's wrong with my body? Why is your body suddenly translucent like a pruning needle? No, wait. Why am I here now if I'm dead?

I saw it with the answer.

Who the hell is this?

“Huh? Huh!"

Are you there? Do you see me?

“Gi, Kim Jin-ho? ”

Kim Jin-ho.

“My God, you must have been 10 years ago. ”

Has it been 10 years since I died? And what's that? Have you seen anything like that lately?

“Yes?”

That hologram window, translucent, like me in front of you.

“A hologram window? ”

I saw him become a ghost.

[Baseball Manager starts.]

And there was a new ability.

2.

[Current cumulative point is 0 points.]

[You currently own a single pass to the Bronze Wheel.]

[Here are the points you need to spin the wheel:]

[Bronze Wheel 1,000 Points]

[Silver Wheel 5,000 Points]

[Gold Wheel 10,000 Points]

[Platinum Wheel 50,000 Points]

[Diamond Wheel 100,000 Points]

Lee Jin-yong looked at the hologram window while seated as a chair with a bed that was filling the studio room, then covered his face with both hands.

Wow, I know this! I saw it in a novel! This is game stats, right? This is real!

In Lee Jin-ho's ears, he heard Kim Jin-ho's voice, once called the ruler of the Major League, a man who was like the sun.

Yay! I envy you. If I had something like this, I would have been able to break the record. No, I've been dead for nine seasons. Is that so hard? Let's see, because Sai-Young has a multiplier of 511 and a total inning of more than 7,300 innings, we can divide it into 9 seasons, win 47 every season, and digest 820 innings. If you throw it with both hands, you can digest 400 innings with one hand, and Inning will come out in about 100 out of 160 matches and complete about 70 matches.

Not anymore, of course.

“Kim Jin-ho. ”

It didn't take long for a dream to become a noisy ghost to shake hands once.

“Let's be quiet. ”

What's the matter with you?

“I'm really confused right now. Would you shut up for the sake of my peace of mind? ”

Oh, sorry.

“If you know, please shut up. ”

That was it.

Kim Jinho, he was so noisy.

Of course, he didn't want to keep my mouth shut for a few words of Jin Yong.

Wait, I'm not sorry. Hey, who's more distracted than me, who's dead and alive and who's dead?

“I beg your pardon?”

Besides, what's there to complain about having this ending?

“No, and if all of a sudden you see an invisible ghost and a game stat window in front of your eyes, will Kim Jinho take it lightly? ”

He'll confidently call my agent and have him set up a meeting with a psychiatrist. Sneak up on reporters. Sneak up on paparazzi. If you get caught like that, the kids at the salary negotiation will go to shit later. I'm a little overwhelmed with red ginseng and I have a problem with your stamina, so I'll give you some options. Oh, if you get caught in doping, you forfeit your salary, okay? This is why I get promoted.

“Oh, come on! ”

Lee Jin-yong who spit out bitterness came to mind at that moment.

“This is crazy. How did you come up with this nickname for a silent assassin?" ”

Oh, my nickname for the first season of the Major League.

Thanks to that, Kim Jin-ho, who remembered his memories, smiled and continued to talk.

Dude, 12 years in junior high, studying baseball, building walls, throwing strikes at a major league, and you think it's normal to talk too much? Or is it normal to keep your mouth shut?

“Huh?"

Lee Jin-yong looked at Kim Jin-ho in front of him with an absurd gaze instead of a refusal.

Kim Jin-ho did not care about the reaction of Jin Yong Lee.

Oh, and what does the nickname "assassin" look like, when you grab a triple "K"? I thought that was the acronym for kill. Anyway, before the Athletics, I didn't miss the day I got drafted. But first, he smiled at me and said something.

He even brought his story to life with his swinging gestures, even with a battering form.

Think about it. First season in the major league, the Asian rookie pitcher hits first, and the big white guy laughs and says, "What does that mean?" You didn't say hello to my parents? No, you might have asked your parents how they were doing, but they didn't mean it. Anyway, it's annoying, isn't it? So I warned him politely. I'm gonna get you on the next cushion.

At that moment, Lee Jin-yong answered without me knowing.

“I kill you? ”

That's why my nickname is Silent Assassin. Oh, that was Mark at the time. I remember.

“Mark?"

Big Mark. Big Mac.

“Mark Maguire? ”

Yeah, well, I ripped out three of his tridents that day. And then I told this story in the locker room. That's when I told him about Mark, and when I told him that in front of the press, the reporters frowned, and his translator looked pale.

“Wait, when Kim Jin-ho debuts season · · · · · · ·. ”

Let's see, that was the 98th season, because I'm debut season. That's when Mark hit the 50 home run. I bet you took his meds.

Jin Yong Lee secretly spit on Kim Jin-ho's words.

“Oh, yeah, Mitchell's report exploded in 2007, and he confessed to taking steroids in 2010. ”

I fucking knew it! Son of a bitch! Somehow this son of a bitch missed the ball and ran to the fence. I got a hunch on that. Either he's on drugs, or he can do magic, like Harry Potter.

“But you said you never took drugs in Auckland? ”

Do you believe that? Believe it or not, the Cubs win.

“Uh, it's... ”

Lee Jin-yong soon realized that he was going to keep answering.

How stupid you've been.

“Oh, my God. Are you out of your mind? ”

Lee Jin-yong immediately sighed and sighed.

Kim Jin-ho looked at Lee Jin-yong and said.

Why are you sighing so much?

“Told you? I don't think I've ever seen it before. It's not normal for anyone to see. ”

Isn't this a chance? It's a gaming system, right? If you earn points and spin the wheel, you'll get more power, right?

“Or maybe I'm just seeing things. If you can catch a passerby and say you can talk to ghosts, you'll usually report to 112 rather than 119. ”

Then why don't we test it? Whether this is real or not. Looks like a one-time ticket to the Bronze Wheel.

“Yes?”

It's good to be true, or · · · · · · · · · · maybe there's a problem. But what can I do? When the time comes to embrace all this as fate, take your medication regularly and commit yourself to treatment. Hey, but it would be funny if I looked like I was in vain because of your mental illness.

In saying that, Lee Jin-yong looked at the baseball manager who was open in front of her eyes.

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