Norman Douglas returned home.
As the car entered the courtyard, he looked up and saw his son playing baseball with Jane McCain on the lawn.
In his mind, Purple Summers's words immediately echoed, "Young Master Douglas is very smart... but when it comes to baseball, despite the longest time spent learning it, there has been little progress, and hitting the ball is especially challenging..."
Regarding baseball, Sebastian Douglas had excellent form and a thorough understanding of the rules, but his batting was poor.
Norman had not been too concerned initially, considering his son was young and couldn't be good at everything. Now, he wondered, could this be his son's way of pretending to play poorly to coax others into joining him?
Wouldn't any child lose patience if they made no progress after three years of practice? Adults might not even persist, let alone a child.
Yet, Sebastian's enthusiasm for baseball never waned.
This truly didn't make sense...