Chapter 521: Our Big Brother Has No Dumplings
"Hit! His Royal Highness the Duke of Cambridge hits a ground ball! He successfully completes a two-run exchange with the non-batter! It's a two-run ball!!"
"Brilliant! Three balls and His Royal Highness the Duke of Cambridge has scored three points for Sri Lanka!"
"Next, let's look at the fourth goal... Oh! What a pity, the goalkeeper caught it perfectly..."
"The fifth ball...it's hit! Benstock was just one step away from catching it! It bounced off the ground and flew so far! Four points! It's a four-pointer!"
"His Royal Highness the Duke of Cambridge has scored a total of seven points!"
The on-site announcer shouted at the top of his lungs.
A four-run ball is the second-highest scoring hit in cricket, roughly equivalent to a triple in baseball, except that no runs are required.
After hitting a four-point ball, all the Sri Lankan players gathered around to celebrate for William. Everyone's face was filled with excitement, and they were happier than if they had hit the ball themselves.
For people from the Anglo-European Union countries, being able to play basketball with Prince William, the future King of England, is a great honor.
For the audience and reporters, no one expected that it would be Prince William who represented Sri Lanka and Prince Harry who represented Angola.
Matt Wilkinson, as a royal reporter, couldn't help but applaud after thinking about it carefully.
Sri Lanka was originally a colony of Britain and has a close relationship with Bharat, so it has a sensitive self-esteem.
In addition, Sri Lanka is behind in the score. If Prince Harry, Duke of Sussex, represents Sri Lanka, it may not only fail to unite the people of the Commonwealth, but may make these vassal states feel ignored and alienated.
The most important thing is that Prince William represents Sri Lanka, and the English team's bowlers will definitely not dare to bowl too difficult balls.
As expected, the first five balls were basically straight balls with no changes and not very fast.
It was not until the sixth ball that David Willey, the starting pitcher of the British team, took it a little more seriously and threw a slider with obvious backspin. Willey swung at the plate and missed, ending his round.
William's swing missed and was caught steadily by the goalkeeper, completing the last ball of this round of attack.
Six goals and seven points, including a four-pointer, are impressive for a non-professional player; even among professional players, it is considered an above-average performance.
After celebrating with the Sri Lankan players with a smile on his face, William blew a kiss to the North Stand.
Reporters such as Dan Wootton held up their telephoto cameras and took pictures one after another.
When William and Harry went off to play basketball, the three women naturally left the VIP box and came to the front row of the stands. Seeing William's actions, Kate hesitated for a moment, but still blew him a kiss in return.
Rose Hanbury saw the blown kiss and even though she clapped along with everyone else, her chin raised with pride.
Only I know that William's kiss is for me!
The audience cheered, thinking that William was just showing his affection with Kate.
Dan Wootton, an entertainment reporter from The Sun, had a slight glint in his eyes. He felt that William's flying kiss just now was a little strange. Was it for Rose Hanbury?
Dan Wootton pressed the page-turning button on the camera screen, flipping through the photos he had just taken page by page.
Suddenly, Dan Wootton paused, his finger stopping on a photo.
Above the north stand, a woman with thick lips like a big bear, still wearing a tight-fitting sweatpants with a fur coat on top in early winter, appeared in the photo and was also blowing a kiss to William in the stands.
It turns out that Kardashian is here just to bask in the royal halo!
Dan Wooden made a subconscious judgment, lowered his perspective, and saw William's back from the side. The weird feeling became stronger and stronger.
Why does it feel like... he kissed Kardashian?
Looking at the crotch of William's white shorts, it seems to be a little more bulging than usual.
Could it be that... Dan Wooden couldn't help but shudder, frightened by his own guess.
How is that possible?
I've never heard of them having any relationship, okay?
Still, the focus must be on Rose Hanbury.
Dan Wooden laughed silently, but this idea was like a seed, buried in his subconscious.
Dan Wootton looked up and saw that William, who had finished hitting six balls, was already sitting on the sidelines, and it was Harry's turn to bat.
"Buzz!"
"Buzz!"
"Buzz!"
"Buzz!"
As soon as Harry came on the court, he missed four shots in a row.
Harry seems very relaxed today, and doesn't seem to be as upset as usual at all.
After missing that shot just now, he was still joking with England's ace Joe Root. It seems that he is in a really good mood today.
Why does the Sri Lankan wicketkeeper look so bad?
Huh? He actually took out his helmet and put it on?
What's going on? Is he going to throw a fastball again?
With only two balls left, it would be embarrassing if Harry couldn't score a single run. Was Sri Lanka's ace bowler Malinga not giving up at all?
Dan Wooden pointed the camera at Harry, but saw that Harry was still standing in the batter's box with a relaxed expression, occasionally making a few gestures towards the north stand.
Is it a gesture to Eleanor?
It seems that the royal family’s recent public relations focus is family fun.
"Harry, don't get your head shaved!"
"Malinga, hit a straight ball, slower, at least give this guy a run! I don't want to go home and be nagged by my grandmother!"
William put his hands to his mouth to make a trumpet, and shouted at Harry and Sri Lanka's ace bowler Malinga on the field with a smile on his face.
Judging from his expression, it seems like a joke. Only those who are very familiar with William know that this is not a joke, but a warning.
"As a spare tire, I am very happy that you know that you cannot be more prominent than me."
William didn't notice that after Harry swung four balls, although he didn't hit a single ball, Malinga on the pitcher's board and Chandimal, the wicketkeeper (equivalent to the catcher in baseball), both looked solemn.
The goalkeeper Chandimal gritted his teeth, took off the light mask on his head, took out a full-protection helmet from behind and put it on his face.
Because cricket is pitched farther than baseball, generally speaking, the wicketkeeper will only be fully armed like a baseball catcher when facing a pitcher with a very high speed ball.
Shit! Is this really the bat swung by a pampered prince?
The power and speed of the swing are simply inhuman!
Although the careless swing of the bat did not hit the ball, the airflow it created even changed the trajectory of the cricket balls that arrived later, and he almost missed catching three of the balls!
Seeing Harry's playful look, ace bowler Malinga had an intuition that he couldn't believe -
Did he miss on purpose?!
How is that possible?
He was very sure that he did not let the opponent win at least in the first three shots.
Although these three balls were not his fastest pitches, they were all changeups and curveballs, which were not easy for professional players to hit.
Apparently, his old partner Chandimal also noticed this.
But this is too outrageous!
I've never heard of Prince Harry having any talent for cricket or baseball before.
Marin took a deep breath and decided to test it with another quick cut to see if his intuition was wrong.
If Harry still hasn't scored, he will signal the whole team to let Harry score a point on the last ball.
Malinga made a few gestures to Chandimal, and Chandimal tensed up.
Harry was still smiling, swinging the racket in his hand with ease, and swinging it a few times as if warming up.
Seeing Chandimal ready, Malinga straightened his arm and swung hard.
The fifth goal!
As soon as the ball was released, Malinga knew that it was a winner!
The red hard-leather ball was traveling at a speed of over 140 kilometers. Due to the disturbance of the seams, the ball suddenly sank inwards, drawing an amazing inward-spinning arc, and the ball hit the wicket with incredible accuracy!
Even if Sachin Tendulkar came, he couldn't score any points on this ball!
Even if it is hit by a blind cat catching a dead mouse, it will only be a high fly ball and can be easily caught by other defensive players on the field!
The wicket must be broken!
It was at this moment that Malinga saw Harry move.
It was still a careless snap.
"clang!"
Malinga only felt his eyes blurred, and a red shadow that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye tore through the air, brushed past his face and flew towards the outfield!
The ball flew farther and farther, and it flew directly out of bounds and hit the billboard on the side of the field heavily.
The stadium fell silent for a moment. Two seconds later, the commentator finally reacted and shouted excitedly over the speakers.
"6 points! 6 points!"
"His Royal Highness the Duke of Sussex hits a six!"
There was thunderous cheering in the stadium.
6 points!
The highest scoring shot in cricket!
A 6-point shot comparable to a bases-loaded home run in baseball!
And it was a 6-point shot made by Prince Harry!
Although strong cricket teams like England, Bharat, Wallaby and Sri Lanka will hit about 50, 60, 70, 80 or 90 sixes in a T20 match, they are all professional players.
Harry is a famous playboy prince. He has not done anything serious in these years. Not only is he sloppy in every aspect, but he is also always self-important. In fact, the British have never liked him very much.
But now Harry actually hit a 6-point shot!
Are you guessing it?
The corners of William's mouth drooped at that moment, but he immediately realized the presence of the camera, and the royal smile returned to his face. He stood up and applauded reservedly with the audience.
Dry!
6 points!
Regardless of whether the final shot hits the target or not, Harry's 6-point shot will definitely become the focus of the entire audience!
If he had hit the last ball, he would at least have tied the score with himself, or even surpassed him!
Beneath William's smiling face, his eyes looked somewhat ferocious.
From childhood to adulthood, the thing he could not accept the most was someone showing off in front of him.
Especially my own younger brother!
Harry in the middle of the field shrugged his shoulders, waved to the audience with a faint smile.
Whichever stand you waved to would burst into cheers.
When it was the North Stand's turn, Harry deliberately paused, pointed to his lips, and then pointed to the stands.
Seeing Harry's actions, others didn't know what it meant, but Kate's heart was pounding, and she couldn't help but think of the scene in the box just now.
At that time, Harry suddenly asked her who she supported, and that burning look almost made her at a loss.
Like everyone else, she originally hated Harry very much, but today, for some reason, she felt that Harry was attracting her attention almost all the time.
No, to be precise, it attracted the attention of all the women in the box!
At the time, she said nonchalantly: "I am the Duchess of Cambridge and I have no choice but to support the Duke of Cambridge."
After hearing this, Harry covered his heart and said in a depressed tone, "That makes me so sad."
Although she knew that the other party was just joking, Harry's expression at the time made her feel like her heart was broken, and she couldn't help but want to hug him in her arms.
She herself didn't know what was going on.
What was even worse was that after William returned to the box, Rose Hanbury started to pester him again. He was unhappy and wanted to go to the lounge next door with his head raised. When he turned around, he bumped into Harry.
Harry was looking down at his phone at the time, and his lips happened to rub against the other person's lips.
Although it was only a momentary contact and no one noticed, I almost fell to the ground.
Now seeing Harry's gesture, Kate's heart was pounding, and she didn't know what Harry meant.
At the beginning of her relationship with William, she did feel that Harry seemed to like her, but she was not sure.
But now, it doesn’t matter whether Harry still likes her or not, she feels like she has fallen in love with Harry!
I am your sister-in-law!
There is no such thing as dumplings in our Great Ang Empire!
Just stargazing and fish and chips!
Am I an immoral step-sister?
Kate felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
Malinga looked confused and had no idea how Harry hit the ball.
He even felt that the other party was just waving his hand casually and was not serious at all.
How is this possible?
Not to mention a complete layman like Harry, even Mike Trout, the strongest king in MLB today, would not be able to hit the ball he just threw so easily without several years of dedicated practice of cricket.
Seeing that Harry was ready, Malinga, full of doubts, subconsciously threw the last ball.
As soon as the ball was released, Malinga felt it was bad.
Forget about adding any spin, this is just a normal straight ball!
There is no speed and no angle, it's just a waste of food for the batter!
“Swish!”
"puff!"
The bat was swung so gracefully without even touching the shadow of the ball, and the red cricket ball was caught steadily in Chandimal's gloves.
Missed it?
Malinga looked at Harry in astonishment, who was sitting in the batting box with a faint smile on his face, and a flash of enlightenment came into his mind.
He really did it on purpose!
"Intentional? How is that possible? Hahaha, it's pure guesswork! But don't tell my brother, I hope he'll be envious for a while longer, haha."
"Are you happy? Of course I am. Seriously, I am representing the Angolan national team today. Even if it's just an impromptu performance after the game, I don't want to tarnish the reputation of the Angolan national team."
William had a stiff smile on his face as he looked at Harry who was talking in front of the reporters.
What on earth is going on?!
He didn't understand what was going on until he returned to Kensington Palace.
Yeah, what the hell is going on?! Where the hell am I? I think I drank a lot...
Harry opened his eyes in a trance, rubbed his head in pain, looked at the surroundings, and found that it was his apartment in Kensington Palace.
How did I get back? Wasn't I drinking in a bar with some Eton classmates?
Harry squinted at the sunset outside the window.
Sunset?
broken!
A date with Eleanor!
Harry's face changed and he got up from the bed in annoyance. Without taking a shower, he applied some deodorant on his armpits, put on his shirt, picked up his phone, and walked out.
"Your Highness! Congratulations! That six-pointer was brilliant! Your shot is comparable to Prince Philip's polo skills as a young man!"
As soon as he walked out of the corridor, he saw a butler from Kensington Palace. When the butler saw Harry, he bowed his head with a smile on his face and then flattered him.
Six-pointer? What six-pointer?
Harry was stunned, and seemed to hear a snap of fingers. Then his head suddenly ached, and he couldn't help but cover his head.
For a moment, some vague images seemed to flash through Harry's mind.
Okay, I seem to remember that I didn’t miss the date and even played a few games of ball, but I can’t remember the specific process.
What is going on?
Are you blacking out?
No one, whether it was Harry who was covering his head, or the butlers and waiters in the corridor, noticed that there was another Harry standing in the corridor!
No, it’s not that we didn’t discover it, it’s that we turned a blind eye.
No one seemed to see him, but everyone who passed by him would unconsciously avoid him.
The light and shadow on "Harry" changed, and a taller and stronger figure appeared in Kensington Palace.
Fang Yu walked through Apartment 1A of Kensington Palace and came to the lobby. Like an ordinary tourist, he walked out of the gate of Kensington Palace.
The first step in dismantling the Anglo-Saxon national narrative has been completed.
(End of this chapter)
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