Under the azure sky, on the spacious baseball field, the shouts of three hot girls made the boys look at Aozawa with a somewhat peculiar gaze. Envy, jealousy, and the strong murderous intent that single men harbor towards those with partners, all converged on Aozawa. His expression was a bit helpless.
Aozawa wasn't familiar with Takahashi and the others; he was only close to Ayatsuki Ayaka. Judging from Iroha's somewhat bewildered little expression, she was obviously being teased by her friends as well.
Aozawa could only pretend not to hear and, with pursed lips, strode to the batter's position, eyes fixed ahead.
Such composure made Furusawa Kyoichiro quite impressed. "To be able to focus on the game at a time like this shows you are stronger than the other boys," he commented.
"I don't need your praise." Aozawa raised the baseball bat, settling into his batting stance.
