Hit the Bad Luck Away

The Bears intentionally walked the next hitter. Luo called Chen Fang, the young pitcher, to pinch-hit. “Me?” Chen pointed at himself. “No position players left.” Luo gave him a bat. “You seem lucky.” Chen could not see the renewed golden flame over his head: 【Luck: 79.】 He could not hit, either. He missed twice, then closed his eyes and extended the bat. The ball nicked the end and floated over the drawn-in second baseman. Han scored. Two to one. Game over. The team chased Chen halfway across the outfield. Lin doubled over laughing at second. A pitcher with his eyes shut—not a trade, perfect focus, or a bases-clearing blast—had decided the game.