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Seo-jun got out of the car and looked around the stadium.

He asked Jack Smith.

Who are you playing against?

A baseball club from the next town. Its a practice game.

The school tournament ended in May.

Eric Smith said and Seo-jun nodded.

I know. Jack kept whining about losing in the finals.

Hey!

Jack, who was taking out his bag from the trunk, shouted and Seo-j ...

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