After doing some simple stretches, Huang Kaiwen gestured to the batter's box that he was ready.
He mimicked the motions he had seen before, lifting his leg to gather strength and maintain his balance as he moved forward, then he threw the ball smoothly.
Bam—
The ball was hit directly by the batter and flew away.
Nonetheless, the crowd erupted into cheers.
Joe Torre glanced at the electronic board and said, "149 kilometers, truly deserving of an athlete. Only about 10 kilometers away from the league's top pitchers."
"Is that so?"
Huang Kaiwen lifted his left hand, which was wearing a glove, and said, "My left hand is my dominant hand. Should I try with the other hand?"
Gulp—
Joe Torre recalled, upon seeing Huang Kaiwen playing soccer, it was hard to tell, but everyone knew Huang Kaiwen was left-handed.
"Well, wanna try again, Kevin?"
Joe Torre asked.
"Mm."
Huang Kaiwen switched the glove to the other hand, positioned himself, and asked, "Is this posture right?"
