The empty road was very quiet. It was not the main traffic artery, so very few vehicles would pass there. What's more, it was the weekend, many people would stay at home instead of driving around.
A middle-age man in glasses was standing on the lawn of his house with a baseball glove in one hand and a baseball in the other.
"Get ready!" The middle-aged man cocked his arm back and then threw the baseball.
Opposite the middle-aged man was a little boy eight or nine years old, also wearing a baseball glove. When the boy saw the baseball coming to him, he held out his hands and caught it.
At that moment, someone ran along the road, and gradually, more and more began to appear along the road. They all wore numbers on their backs, and it was easy to see that they were athletes running a race.
The little boy stopped and looked at the athletes.
"Daddy, are they competing?" asked the little boy.
