Baseball: A Two-Way Player-Chapter 503 - 102: Tonight, God Wears Number 21!

When the small white ball was precisely hit by Lin Guanglai, soaring upwards and finally crashing powerfully into the Eagle’s Vision LED screen with unstoppable momentum, time in the entire dome seemed to freeze for a moment.

After a loud "bang," there was an absolute silence for a fraction of a second. Over 40,000 fans in the venue, all the players on and off the field, and tens of thousands or even millions of spectators watching from their televisions were momentarily speechless because of this one ball.

Moments later, the long-repressed, pent-up enthusiasm erupted all at once like a volcanic eruption.

Boiling waves of sound rose from every corner of the stands and then swept across the entire field—the heat emanating from the fans was enough to melt the steel bones of the entire Yahoo Dome thoroughly.

An invisible force lifted everyone’s hands into the air, transforming into a boiling sea of black, white, and yellow; caps, support towels, and cheering sticks were tossed high into the air, and strangers hugged, jumped, and screamed passionately; some emotional fans shed tears of excitement, mingling with the sweat dripping from their foreheads, flowing freely.

In the corner at the very back of the outfield stands, right below the Eagle’s Vision, a young boy, as if he had uncovered a rare treasure, lifted the baseball high with both hands, under the envious gazes of many around him. The small baseball was dazzling in the child’s eyes—this was a witness to history.

Suddenly, someone sharp-eyed noticed something different and shouted "Ah!" while repeatedly pointing at the Eagle’s Vision above their heads. The people around looked in the direction of the pointing finger and also collectively gasped in astonishment—

In the broadcast footage, the small section of the screen hit by the baseball had shattered completely, no longer able to function as a display. It was especially conspicuous, given the surrounding screens.

As the crowd in the stands exclaimed, SoftBank players were passionately celebrating around home plate.

Nakamura Akira, the last to charge back to home plate, did not rush back to the players’ area but instead stood with Matsuda Naohiro and Yanagida Yuuki, who had already been waiting, yelling and roaring madly, their eyes fixed on Lin Guanglai, who was still running the bases, looking impatiently eager.

The four bases on the field seemed like a red carpet at that moment; every step Lin Guanglai took on it was adding to his reputation.

As soon as his front foot touched the home plate, within the next second, he was instantly swallowed by the tidal wave of teammates rushing in.

The first to pounce was still Yanagida Yuuki, Lin Guanglai’s closest friend. At 187 centimeters tall, he effortlessly jumped onto Lin Guanglai’s back, raising his arms as if he were the protagonist.

Following him, including veterans like Nakagawa Seiichi and Matsuda Naohiro, who had fought in professional baseball for decades, disregarded their images entirely, laughing and shouting while ruffling Lin Guanglai’s hair and patting his shoulders and back. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Almost every teammate was howling something, but their voices were swallowed by the thunderous noise at the venue, leaving Lin Guanglai unable to hear a word clearly.

Soon, Lin Guanglai, at the center of the crowd, was lifted and thrown upwards by his teammates again and again, each time provoking waves of cheers and screams from the stands.

"Thank you, thank you, everyone. This achievement doesn’t belong to me alone—it’s an achievement for the entire team, for each and every one of us! Thank you, everyone!"

Brought back down from the air by his teammates, there was a slight daze on Lin Guanglai’s face, along with relief and joy. He kept hugging his teammates beside him, repeating words of gratitude in their ears.

He knew that although the achievement was finally marked with his name, it couldn’t be accomplished by him alone: it was Matsuda Naohiro’s all-out base running, Yanagida Yuuki’s taking one for the team with a hit-by-pitch, Nakamura Akira’s walk under enormous pressure, and the previous teammates getting on base—everyone’s collective effort pushed him to the final stage.

The celebration ceremony lasted for quite some time until the home plate umpire came to stop the SoftBank players from continuing—they still hadn’t finished the game yet!

The players returned to the bench a bit reluctantly, the excitement and enthusiasm on their faces lingering long after. They couldn’t wait to finish the game, knowing there’s an even grander celebration awaiting them back in the locker room.

Besides the players and fans who were there to witness it, the most excited group was the journalists in the media work area.

Almost the moment the baseball flew over the home run wall, the media work area plunged into a smokeless war:

Veteran journalists with trembling hands struggled to type on their keyboards, unsure where to begin to describe the recent game—their extensive vocabulary related to baseball accumulated over their careers felt inadequate in the face of such a miracle.