Absolute on the Mound

5.

Effort never beats talent.

I can assure you.

You can't throw a 150-kilometer straightaway just because you're trying.

No, not for 140 kilometers.

It's not because they didn't work hard that the average fastball restraint for most pitchers playing in Korean pro baseball is 130 kilometers.

Rather, it is a natural talent and effort to shave bones that allows you to throw the ball over the brown tube.

So if you're facing a wall of talent, you should just turn around and find another way.

That is the most reliable king who lives comfortably.

‘Here we are again. ’

And that was also the reason for living a life that was not comfortable for binary dragons.

It was the same then.

If Lee Jin-yong had given up in front of the wall of talent, he would have lived a much smoother life.

But I didn't know the subject, and I threw myself back into the wall with this ridiculous notion of breaking the wall.

The result was now beneath the feet of Jin Yong Lee.

Mound, it's been a long time.

It was a factory owned by Lee Jin-yong, a baseball field made by the factory next to it.

Of course, it was not a baseball field where the grass was blooming thoroughly, with benches, and lights and nets.

A baseball field where even weeds can't survive, where they powder diamonds with crumbs, set up a few boards outside, and stack all the world's sand in a pile of weird, mouldy dirt.

It was a place that anyone who didn't know baseball could believe, even if it was a grave.

It's garbage.

Because of Lee Jin-yong, he thought that this mount would fit very well in his current position.

“Perfect place for a guy like me. ”

Wouldn't it be a good place for someone who kneels before talent, falls before injuries, and eventually gives up baseball for money?

Well, that's the problem from now on. Maybe you're a real piece of shit.

Finally, Kim Jin-ho covered my mouth with my translucent detection in front of Lee Jin-yong.

Jinho Kim silenced, and the world of Jin Yong Lee became quiet.

“Gosh, it's hard. ”

In a quiet world, I heard the voice of the commander of Castle crouching, spitting out the sound of pain between the catcher masks.

Soon, the seated commander waved his hands over his head.

It means throw the ball.

There was no telling what to throw.

There can be no 150 kilometers of Fossim Fastball, 130 kilometers of sliders, falling curves, or horseback balls in a league that is a three-part league that plays baseball as a hobby, not a place to play baseball, such as a first and second leagues.

There's a fastball over 100 kilometers at the most.

Very rarely, even if it becomes a problem.

In other words, in a society of baseball, a catcher orders something from a pitcher, but rarely does it come with that order.

I ordered a fast ball, and there's a knuckle ball, which is a social baseball place to laugh.

That means there's no reason to place an order, since it can't be done as ordered.

‘Your shoulders have loosened. ’

Because of this, Lee Jin-yong prepared a basin without hesitation.

The helmet for such a binary was definitely a little different from others.

The helmet foam was like a tornado after scooping.

A helmet foam that will remind you of the pitcher Nomo Hideo who played in the Major League if you've seen baseball for a long time.

It was a survival method chosen by binary dragons to somehow draw power from small sizes.

“Oops!”

The ball falls to the left, ignoring the Cannibalist Meat that Director Sung gave him so blatantly.

“Sorry!”

Lee Jin-yong immediately apologized, and instead of answering, the Director threw a new ball to Lee Jin-yong.

Lee Jin-yong, who caught the ball, immediately threw the second.

Boom!

The second one entered Director Sung's meeting.

Actually, Director Sung caught it with meat.

“This is getting out of hand. ”

He caught the ball off guard again.

Boom!

The third one entered the catcher's meat a little more neatly.

“Oh, great! ”

Director Sung spit out a compliment for the first time.

“But faster. ”

And then I placed an order.

“No, if I could throw a quick ball, would I be here in the baseball field? ”

Usually, he would have said something like that to himself.

However, Lee Jin-yong did not spit that out. I didn't even spit it out with my heart.

‘Zero point captured. ’

You trim your senses one by one, mind by mind, on top of the mount.

Soon after the fourth toss.

Boom!

This time, Director Sung did not need to move the meats. The ball went into the meats neatly.

Whoo-hoo!

A short whistle burst from Director Sung's mouth.

“All right, let's keep going! ”

As Lee Jin-yong began to feel the joy of catchers, Director Seong lifted his spirits.

That's it.

It was Kim Jin-ho who had been silent until now who put cold water on it.

Lee Jin-yong, who received the ball from Director Sung, turned his back to walk straight to the mount.

Meanwhile, Lee Jin-yong spoke to Kim Jin-ho in a small voice.

“Is there a problem with my ball? ”

No, I don't. Your baseball skills don't matter.

Lee Jin-yong smiled at that.

“No problem with baseball, no restraints, no bullshit, no bullshit, and maybe a change of pace. ”

You gave yourself up, didn't you?

“Then why don't you give up on yourself, or someone else will?" ”

Most of the time, yeah. I don't give up on myself neatly.

“Yes?”

No one retires from the professional world more than I thought. When your skills drop, you get a lot of salary, you get a seat, you're a veteran, and you and your coach are hard to handle, then you and your coach don't start throwing players into the game. What if I don't make it to the game in a year? It's going to fall out. But then I'm not retiring on my own, am I?

“Oh, no. ”

Try to remember how many times you told me you were retiring this season and how close you were to running and retiring that season. I'm sure you'll find it in your hands. I bet you could fit 10 good retirement players in 10 seconds? I don't think you can hit 10, even with the Major League.

Jin Yong kept his mouth shut.

And I stumbled upon memories.

In his head, the days of high school, which he could never call memories, passed.

Back to business, maybe when you were in baseball, the director used you as a week's notice. Is that it?

It was just like Kim Jinho said.

When Lee Jin-yong was in the baseball department in high school, he fell behind physically than his peers, but the director gave him a constant opportunity.

I never had much doubt about it.

Lee Jin-yong was not an ace of some national grade, but he was still a good fighter.

I thought it was a natural use.

The goal of the high school baseball directors is not to win the high school championship. Blue Dragon, what do you do when you win the Great Barrow Day? The director's name changes from how much he receives from the draft. Parents, please, have you ever seen a parent pray like this? You can go to the pros and lay down, so I can get 300 million in Draft on the deposit. I beg you.

But in retrospect, it wasn't.

It was definitely more rational to raise a prospective person than to give another prospective person an opportunity for Jin Jin lacking in physical skills.

“Do you think I have a talent for baseball? ”

You know how to use everything you've got, seeing as how a baseball player finds a zero in six years. With that helmet foam. There are kids in the Major League who can't score a zero point after a lifetime of throwing a ball, and that's all they're good at. The only problem is, you don't have a dick. By the way, you were expecting a director. If you gain 10 centimeters in a year and gain strength and speed, you can go to the pros. Well, it was a bust.

“By the way, do I have to say that expression is fucked-up? ”

Well, is there?

“Of course I do. You saw it this morning? I don't know anything else, but that's one thing. ”

Why are you bringing that up?

“No, did I bring it up first? ”

“Jin-yong! Are you sick? Is there a problem?"

At that moment, Director Sung's excellent intervention did not lead to any more ugly stories.

Lee Jin-yong turned to look at the commander of the castle and waved his hands.

“I just took a breath. ”

“Hey, what if I just throw this and take a breath? ”

“Sorry, I'll throw three more. ”

“Three?”

“Looks like we've got a pretty good vantage point. Let's take a look. The course will be marked as a meeting location by Director Sung. ”

Instead of answering, Director Sung smacked himself in the meat with his right hand.

The answer was enough.

When Lee Jin-yong saw the Head of Sung sitting down, Director Sung moved the catcher meat.

Body courses based on typography.

If you can put it in because you're aiming, it's the same course as the pavement where you can go to a ball party after a baseball game because you know how to play baseball.

‘Oh, but how do I use my skills? ’

Then a new problem hit the back of Jin Yong's head.

"Should I chant skill? ’

Humans who had never used a skill in their entire lives had to face it.

“Sim, before the plantation? ”

Eventually, Lee Jin-yong muttered to himself.

Why the fuck are you all alone?

Of course, Kim Jinho looked at him like he was crazy.

“Ugh!”

Aah!

At that moment, Kim Jin-ho, who appeared out of Lee Jin-yong's mouth, was surprised.

Director Sung woke up surprised.

“What? What's going on? ”

Hey, Jin-yong! Please blink and come in! Come on!

Two voices simultaneously tapped Lee Jin-yong's eardrum.

I said, rolling my eyes vigorously with Lee Jin-yong's red face.

“Ver, there are bees. ”

“Bee? This winter? December? ”

“Oh, that's... ”

Tell him you saw a ghost. It's not Gura, is it?

“I must have seen it wrong. ”

Chief Sung tilted his head once.

“Are you okay? ”

“I'm fine.”

“Are you sure you're okay? ”

“Of course.”

“Did you see a ghost or something? Isn't that right?”

“Well, wouldn't that be possible? I'm not a shaman. ”

“Are you going to continue? ”

“Yes, please. ”

At the end of that short conversation, Director Sung took his place again.

At that moment, Director Seong began to glisten like a star on Meat, the Meat that was out.

‘Oh, my God.'

The light was moving according to the incident of binary dragons, and it was not difficult to figure out what it meant.

Kim Jinho was the same.

This is not a joke.

Lee Jin-yong swallowed the needle.

‘If you really put the ball in there, it's real. ’

Soon, Lee Jin-yong threw a ball at his fingertips toward the light.

As soon as the ball left my fingertips, I felt Lee Jin-yong.

That the ball you just threw is heavier and heavier than the ball you just threw.

Puang!

And that what happened to him was a miracle, not a delusion.

- Wow.

Finally, Kim Jin-ho's ghost is real, not fake.

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