The Giant's Answer

“What's the optimal play against idiots?” Gao laughed from second. Hit-and-runs reversed at the last instant, first-pitch swings, sacrifice bunts by power hitters—the Tides played like innumerate street players and tore open Beichen's precision. After five, it was 3–3. In the seventh, Cheng's card grew warm in his pocket. Its coordinates led below the stadium. Lin followed him through a maintenance corridor to an abandoned interpretation booth. Inside sat an old cassette player. A familiar voice stopped Cheng's breath. “Xiao Ye, if you hear this, they finally found you.” Cheng Wang. “Forevoice is not prophecy. It is an echo folded back from the likeliest path, compressed by millions of watching minds.