Pain Never Lies

A comeback was not the same as a victory. The Thunder still needed three outs. Their closer had already pitched in the eighth. Manager Luo Jin held the lineup card and looked from the empty bullpen to Zhou Yan. “I'll go,” Zhou said. “No!” Lin Ye shouted. Every head turned. A reserve who had just delivered the hit of his life was ordering the ace around. Lin clutched his right shoulder as sweat dripped from his chin. Pain drilled toward his spine in rhythm with his pulse. Zhou's numbers had changed to 【Pain: 3. Fatigue: 92.】 The exchange was real, and Lin knew that in forty-seven minutes something might come back to collect. “He can't pitch,” Tang Xiao said, stepping between them. “Not because of the shoulder. Fatigue.