"Click!" The crisp knocking sound echoed on the green field.

A girl in sportswear and a sun hat, who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, stood on the grass of the stadium. She stepped slightly with her left foot, the back of her hand facing her body, holding a one-meter long

The mallets on the left and right swung slightly between her legs, aiming at a ball the size of a billiard ball in front of her.

Then, she waved the mallet and gave it a light blow, and the ball immediately rolled towards a palm-sized goal in the grass. The strength of the mallet seemed to be just right, and the ball seemed to be pulled by a line.

Rolled past the palm-sized goal.

There are three such goals on the entire field, and a small flag that is only about the size of a palm is also planted on the grass.

Sitting on the seats next to the stadium were three people, namely Kitahara, Miyagawa, and the owner of the stadium, Takai Masahiko.

Takai looked to be about forty years old, with dark skin, a shaved head, and a pair of sunglasses. He was wearing sportswear, and the T-shirt faintly outlined his strong chest. He stared at it extremely intently.

He followed the action of the girl in front of him hitting the ball, then took a pen and wrote in the notebook in his hand.

Kitahara sat next to Takai and felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange. From the time he called Takai, the owner of the stadium, to Takai inviting him in, sitting next to the field, and observing the training. He and Miyagawa had been watching in silence for almost an hour.

.Takai next to him did not take the initiative to bring up the case.

The three of them just sat in silence, watching the ten girls on the field wielding mallets and constantly practicing hitting the ball through the palm-sized goal.

However, Kitahara is quite curious about the sport in front of him. This sport looks a bit like golf, but it is obviously not.

That mallet is very big and obviously different from a golf club.

Secondly, golf is about hitting the ball into the hole, but the grass sport in front of us seems to be about hitting the ball through the goal in sequence, and finally hitting the small flagpole.

The girls who were training on the field were divided into two teams and were competing against each other. Each team had four balls on the field. They seemed to be taking turns hitting the ball, trying to get their team's ball into the goal.

, and have to knock the opponent's ball away.

Although this sport seems very simple, in the ordinary batting, it seems to contain a competition of strategy and wisdom, which requires a balance between scoring and destroying the opponent's goals, which is somewhat like Go.

Tao feeling, weighing the trade-off between seizing land and occupying land.

After Tao Jing finished recording the notebook in his hand, he stared at Kitahara beside him with his peripheral vision, looking up and down the young male lawyer next to him. Suddenly, the corner of Tao Jing's mouth turned up in a strange arc, stretched out his hand, and patted the young lawyer hard.

Kitahara's back.

There was a "pop" sound.

Being patted on the back unexpectedly, Beihara coughed immediately, "Mr. Takai... you... how..."

"You are very healthy." Tao Jing said with a bright smile. "Although you are wearing a suit, I can see that you have practiced. And you have not practiced in general. I am afraid you are on par with the professionals in the gym.

.”

Kitahara smiled awkwardly, "It's just average. When I was in college, I was a high jumper in the National University Games."

"No wonder." Gao Jing said with a smile, "I like young people who love sports the most. Young people nowadays don't like sports. They just lie on the bed and look at their mobile phones or computers all day long, looking sickly.

.I feel relieved to see that you are a young man who loves sports. I think we should have many topics in common, hahahahaha."

Gao Jing's hearty laughter came.

Like an energetic uncle.

Kitahara's brows twitched slightly. The client in front of him was really a bit too full of energy. He looked like the kind of person who gets up at 5 o'clock for a morning jog, yelling "slogans" while running.

person.

"So, what is the name of this sport in front of you?" Kitahara couldn't help but ask.

"Gateball." Takai said, "This is a very unpopular sport. It originated in the English Islands during the Middle Ages and was introduced to Japan a few decades ago. By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am a young man from Japan.

The coach of the croquet team is also the president of the Oriental Croquet Association."

Gao Jing handed over a somewhat worn business card and said with a naive smile: "Don't hear that my team is called the Oriental Youth Goalball Team. In fact, we are not a national team, but a private team. This sport is very unpopular.

There is no corresponding national project in Japan. The title of president of the Croquet Association sounds bluffing, but in fact this association is just a private association."

"But, these kids in front of me..." Takai looked up at the girls hitting the ball on the green field, "They are amazing. They just won the Japanese national goalball championship. Now, they have won the world championship.

Qualification for the Croquet Championship.”

"You know! Lawyer Kitahara, this is a world competition! A world competition! Such a group of 17- and 18-year-old girls will stand on the world stage and compete with top players from all over the world. This is

How youthful and passionate!”

As he spoke, Tao Jing's eyes seemed to be shining with light, as if he was already in the world's croquet match at this moment, as if there were countless spectators watching their game in the seats, and in

The cameras on the TV broadcast next to the venue were aimed at him like spears and cannons.

This approximately 400-square-meter site, less than one-third the size of a football field, seems to have become the center of the world at this moment.

"Well..." Kitahara coughed twice, trying to interrupt the client's immersive fantasy, "Mr. Takai, why don't I talk about the case first..."

Kitahara wanted to talk about the case first. After all, this neighbor's right-of-way dispute case will be heard next Wednesday, and it is already Saturday. There is not much time to chat about life and dreams.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Takai seemed to be unfinished and interrupted Kitahara's words directly. However, Takai stepped hard on the green field under his feet, then bent down to touch the grass on the ground and faced Kitahara.

He said: "Lawyer Kitahara, come and touch the grass on this field. And Lawyer Miyagawa next to you, come and touch it too."

Um~.

Is there something good to touch in this grass? The corner of Beihara's mouth twitched slightly, but he still couldn't resist the surging enthusiasm of the uncle in front of him, so he had to reach out and touch it too.

The moment the fingertips touched the grass, a strange feeling spread from the fingers. The grass on this golf course seemed to have a very peculiar special texture. It was both soft and tough, but the two contradictory textures were perfectly combined.

Tiancheng.

Kitahara also played football in college and was very sensitive to the texture of the grass on the field. His experience told him that this grass was absolutely extraordinary.

Takai saw a somewhat surprised expression on Kitahara's face and smiled, "Lawyer Kitahara must not have thought of it. These grass fields come from the football fields of the Tokyo Olympic Stadium. When they renovated the grass fields last year and shoveled away the old lawns, I

The trustees transported a lot of old turf from inside and laid it on this venue. The grass in the Olympic venues is high-end, a mixture of artificial grass and natural grass. Don't look at it like this, just maintenance costs a lot.

"

"It turns out to be the grass of the Olympic venues. No wonder the texture is so special." Kitahara couldn't help but be secretly surprised when he heard Takai's words. Kitahara, who had been a little disgusted just now and didn't want to touch the grass, quickly seized the opportunity and touched it a few more times.

Tao Jing raised his head and looked ahead, as if he saw something he didn't want to see, and his eyes suddenly dimmed.

A large hole has been cut out of the iron net opposite the venue with pliers. It is also covered with various A4 papers, scolding the stadium owner for not opening the stadium. And the place close to the big hole in the iron net, that

Several patches of grass have been trampled on so much that they have withered and withered, revealing ugly loess patches. It is like a big scar is imprinted on the entire green field.

"What a pity. The owner of the apartment building opposite recently sued us and asked us to open the stadium to them. Lawyer Kitahara, what should we do?" The uncle Takai, who was still full of energy just now, suddenly became serious, with his hands clasped and his brows furrowed.
Chapter completed!