Chapter 7: SNS is a waste of life.

Boing~

A titty change-up on G-string flying into the middle of the strike zone.

The speed was 116 km/h.

Chris, with his eyes wide open, desperately swung the body of the bat he was holding with both hands at the

incoming ball.

‘Sorry, Catherine!’

‘But her boobs seem bigger than yours!’

Thump, roll.

Chris’s barely-hit ball fell to the ground, and it was declared fair.

“In play!”

A bunt battle between two proud geniuses.

Did Chris’s bunt go more than 1.7 meters?

The stadium fell into a momentary silence.

It was as if a video review had been called in the bottom of the 9th inning with two outs, bases loaded, and the score

tied in Game 7 of the World Series.

Finally, the result was announced.

\- Participant Chris Parker’s batted ball distance is 0.9m.

It wasn’t just luck.

Newton’s third law, the law of action and reaction.

The moment Chris took a bunt stance, Soo-hyun’s victory was all but certain, even if her pitches were slow.

“Soo-hyuuuun!”

As soon as Soo-hyun’s victory was confirmed, Dae-joon jumped out of the coach’s box and ran to the mound.

“Daughter of Korea, Jung Soo-hyun!”

“Daughter of Korea, Jung Soo-hyun!”

The cheers of the Korean supporters, led by Yoo Bang-hoon, president of the Bali Korean Association, began to

reverberate throughout the stadium.

Give me ten bowls of patriotism, I’ll pay for them all!!

Title: I have a scary thought;;

At this point, Jung Soo-hyun seems to be skilled, not lucky;;;;;

Typical baseball noob

Baseball is late even if you start in middle school, but a 21-year-old female amateur?

Even a hero or a great man would laugh at that

I’ll say it again, this tournament isn’t baseball…

But she’s a pitcher, so we don’t know yet

Theoretically, it’s possible if she strikes everyone out

Seriously;; isn’t everything except velocity S-tier?

The academic consensus is that the batters are swinging and missing because they’re staring at Jung Soo-hyun’s boobs

After defeating Chris Parker, Soo-hyun finished the preliminary round with another victory, securing first place in

her group with a perfect 3-0 record and advancing to the finals.

After finishing the schedule, a group of people approached Soo-hyun and Dae-joon as they were about to return to

their accommodation.

They were the dedicated cheering squad who had encouraged Soo-hyun today.

“Congratulations, Jung Soo-hyun!”

“I’m Yoo Bang-hoon, the president of the Bali Korean Association.”

“Oh, really?”

“Thank you so much for today!”

“I don’t know why you’re cheering for me like this.”

“So, could you give me your autograph here?”

“Oh, autograph?”

“Yes, I’ll give it to you!”

It was Dae-joon who stepped in and stopped Soo-hyun from giving her autograph.

“I’m sorry, Mr. President.”

“We have a scheduled appointment right now.”

“We’ll definitely do it next time.”

“Oh… is that so?”

“Then I guess there’s nothing we can do.”

Leaving the disappointed cheering squad behind, Soo-hyun asked Dae-joon.

“Why did you stop me?”

“They cheered for us today, and there weren’t that many of them.”

“You don’t know them.”

“Huh?”

Dae-joon, an extremely suspicious person, had a habit of avoiding situations he couldn’t control as much as possible.

“They say to be most careful of fellow Koreans abroad, you know?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“If anyone gets criticized, it’ll be me.”

“No, you’re right.”

“Being too nice with fan service isn’t always a good thing.”

In her past life, Soo-hyun was a player who was sincere about fan service.

She would give autographs and have small talk with fans who waited for her, regardless of gender or age.

But one day, after ruining the fall baseball season, a fan who had received her autograph took the lead in booing her

on her way home.

Soo-hyun spent that night drinking because of the betrayal.

“Now it’s really the finals.”

“What do I do?”

“What if I really win?”

“Of course you have to win!”

“How much have I invested in you?”

This guy is talking about investment?

Then I can’t lose.

“Then let’s go eat pork ribs again!”

“Investment should be divided, you know?”

Was she unconsciously looking down on Southeast Asia?

Soo-hyun was amazed, her mouth agape like a country bumpkin who had just come to Seoul for the first time.

“Oh my gosh, there was a baseball stadium like this in Bali?”

“What were we doing all this time, competing in a chicken coop built on a vacant lot?!”

“How can 1,600 people compete here, Soo-hyun?”

“Use your brain.”

The final chapter of the 4th Greatest Baseball Tournament.

Soo-hyun and Dae-joon arrived at the Bali Denpasar Rahman Stadium, where the final 16-team tournament would be held.

The area around the stadium was crowded with people from all over the world.

“But the stadium is named Rahman?”

“Could it be…”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“The Rahman you destroyed.”

The Rahman family, who effectively ruled the Lesser Sunda Islands centered on Bali.

Rahman Stadium was a baseball stadium built by the head of the Rahman family for his eldest son’s baseball practice.

The Rahman Trio.

I thought they were just three idiot brothers from the neighborhood…

Can I really go back to Korea alive?

Unbeknownst to Soo-hyun, who was secretly trembling with fear, Dae-joon continued speaking casually.

“So, have you thought about how to draw lots?”

“I’ve thought about it.”

“You do it, Coach.”

“You’re going to blame me if it doesn’t go well, aren’t you?”

“Of course.”

“So draw well.”

“Hehe.”

Unlike the preliminaries, the round of 16 tournament would be drawn by lot.

Another difference from the preliminaries was that instead of a single match, two matches would be played to

determine the winner.

After the spectators entered, the voice of the stadium announcer began to be heard.

\- Hello, everyone!

\- Welcome to the Greatest Baseball Tournament!

\- I’m Aisha Rahman, your host for today!

Damn it, Rahman again.

Soo-hyun felt like she was going to lose her mind at the endless succession of Rahmans.

But as if to mock her, the voice, which sounded like Ricky’s older sister, continued.

\- Then let’s start the draw now!

\- Participants, please gather at the drawing area!

Dae-joon, who went up to the drawing area with Soo-hyun, drew a lot.

The result was number 1.

“Soo-hyun, it’s better this way.”

“It’s better to get hit first, as they say.”

“I came here to get hit?!”

After the draw, Aisha began to announce the round of 16 matchups.

\- The honorable number 1 is, drumroll… the baseball goddess from Korea, participant Jung Soo-hyun!

\- And the number 2 to face Jung Soo-hyun is, drumroll… what a coincidence!

\- Korea’s hottest prospect, participant Nam Gun-woo!

Yes!

Alright!

Soo-hyun and Dae-joon high-fived each other without a word.

Cheers to Dae-joon’s golden hand for drawing the opponent they wanted to face the most.

After the Greatest Baseball Tournament finals were confirmed.

In Dae-joon’s hotel room, the two were having a meeting to prepare for tomorrow.

“Soo-hyun.”

“Yes?”

“I don’t mean to jinx it, but you might not win, you know?”

“The ball is round.”

“Right.”

“Honestly, you’re not going to bet money on me either.”

Before the round of 16 began, Soo-hyun’s odds of winning were 600 to 1.

Even after defeating Ricky Rahman and Chris Parker, Soo-hyun’s odds were still the lowest.

The lucky fluke girl who proved that the ball is round with Arirang balls and bunts.

The dirty pretty girl who made it to the finals due to the organizers’ match-fixing for the sake of entertainment.

That was the public’s evaluation of Soo-hyun’s advancement to the finals.

“So even if you get eliminated along the way, I want you to face this guy.”

“Nam Gun-woo.”

Nam Gun-woo, who would be a senior in high school this year, was a batter with unprecedented talent, having

already hit 80 home runs in his high school career.

His entry into Major League Baseball was a given, and the only question was how much he would receive.

“Just facing Nam Gun-woo will attract the attention of the domestic media.”

“Even if you lose, it will help you go pro.”

Soo-hyun picked up her phone and accessed her Instagram, which she hadn’t been looking at lately because she was

getting too many DMs.

Nam Gun-woo… found him.

Like a true member of Generation Alpha, Nam Gun-woo was a healthy young man who was not only devoted to his

main job of sports but also interested in self-branding through SNS activities.

He’s working hard.

Let’s see what our Gun-woo’s tastes are.

After checking Nam Gun-woo’s following list for a while, Soo-hyun confidently assured Dae-joon.

“Coach.”

“I’ll definitely catch Nam Gun-woo.”

“Want to bet?”

As a result of the coin toss, the first game was Soo-hyun’s defense.

A clear midday, the time when the Balinese sun was at its highest.

30,000 spectators gathered at Rahman Stadium.

And reporters and scouts from all over the world.

The first thing they would see today was the pitching of Jung Soo-hyun, a female pitcher from Korea.

Thud!

Thud!

Soo-hyun’s feelings were new as she threw practice pitches.

If you exclude the 5 years she skipped, it had been about half a year since she stood on a real mound.

It was the perfect time to start a new season.

Then, Nam Gun-woo entered the batter’s box to face Soo-hyun, who had finished her practice pitches.

\- Participant Nam Gun-woo recorded an average distance of 104m in the preliminaries!

\- Almost all of his hits are home runs… it’s the highest record in the history of the tournament!

\- The Arirang ball goddess of Korea, how will she overcome this crisis?!

I haven’t even done anything yet, and it’s already a crisis…

You don’t like me, do you, sister?

[Boob Movement (EX) trait is activated]

Soo-hyun’s first pitch choice was the boob sinker, which had worked well against Ricky, who was a left-handed batter

like Nam Gun-woo.

Thud!

“Strike!”

\- Nam Gun-woo just watches the first pitch!

\- Is it because the ball is too slow and he’s not used to it yet?

\- Or maybe… he’s going easy on her because they’re both Korean?

\- Participant Nam Gun-woo?

‘As if that would happen.’

‘This baseball noob announcer!’

Nam Gun-woo, pretending to be calm and adjusting his gloves, performed his routine.

But his heart was filled with bewilderment.

The velocity on the scoreboard was only 127 km/h.

‘Is there something wrong with my eyes?’

‘That damn two-seamer looks like it’s 160 km/h, but it’s only 127 km/h??’

Following Chris Parker.

Boob Movement (EX) was once again distorting and encroaching on Nam Gun-woo’s mental world.