บท 233: Stanford University: Friday (10)

I continued to hit every pitch, fast and slow, back towards the machine as a line drive. Besides the first pitch that surprised me, the rest really weren't that hard. In fact...it was too easy. Not interesting like I had thought before. After my 20, I headed out of the netting and rejoined the Atkins boys.

"Great job, Jake!" Dave slapped my back, forcing me forward.

"I think you may be more related to Zeke than we are." Kyle laughed. "No one else can hit so consistently like you two."

I blushed. It's not like they didn't have a chance to be like Zeke. The twins focused all of their attention on pitching. Plus Noah was more talented at fielding, but he wasn't bad at the plate. I looked at Noah to see if he was offended by Kyle's comment since I knew he wanted to surpass Zeke one day.

Noah tilted his head at me. "You don't look satisfied."