South Korea was abuzz about Kim Dojin. The name of this crazy middle schooler, who could throw a 150 km/h pitch at only sixteen, appeared in the media almost daily. But for some reason, he completely vanished. No one could trace his path. And just like that, one year later— He was completely forgotten in the baseball world. A white s...
South Korea was abuzz about Kim Dojin. The name of this crazy middle schooler, who could throw a 150 km/h pitch at only sixteen, appeared in the media almost daily. But for some reason, he completely vanished. No one could trace his path. And just like that, one year later— He was completely forgotten in the baseball world. A white student in a short-sleeved polo shirt and dark blue shorts turned to a black-haired student wearing the same clothes. “Hey. Dojin Kim. Did you get your class registration done properly?” Dojin smiled at the white student who spoke to him. “Mike, if it weren’t for you, this semester would’ve been a disaster. I can’t believe I almost forgot to register for classes. I owe you big time.” “Good thing you did then.” “I’ll do you a favor sometime.” Mike nodded. “I plan
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