Chapter 33： : Wisdom

"This guy is too strong!"

In the stands, Kobayashi exclaimed in a low voice.

In his mind, it was like watching a movie, replaying Sawamura's actions just now.

Before the ball was hit, he ran straight forward, caught up with the baseball at the moment when the baseball was bounced by a bunt, then covered the ball with his glove and threw it to the catcher.

The whole movement, as if it had been practiced thousands of times, was clean and neat, without the slightest flaw.

His own speed and agility of his body are almost impossible to complete.

Eijun Sawamura, who is he?

Da Lin was also delighted to see, especially when he saw Xiao Lin stunned beside him, he was extremely satisfied: "How is it? You are also attracted to him."

With his own super strength and a group of teammates with average strength, he challenged the king.

Generally speaking, this only occurs in comics. Unexpectedly, they were fortunate enough to witness it in the real world. It feels like Sawamura is even more attractive than the protagonists in those manga stories.

Dalin has decided to become a fan of this teenage boy younger than him.

It was such an ordinary otaku, whose ordinary thoughts could no longer be ordinary, but created Sawamura's first fan group.

'Brotherhood of Bare Hearts'!

Of course, this is another story, let's not talk about it for now, just talk about the game.

A layman watches the fun, a specialist watches the doorway.

The audience sees Sawamura's strength mainly because of his speed and defensive skills, these superficial things.

The coach of Nagano Metropolitan Middle School, Fengxiang Ryuyi, was different. What he saw was something deeper.

Sawamura's ability to read competitions, judgment and execution.

Immediately after pitching, he ran forward without any hesitation. This is because Sawamura has determined this goal, and Nagano Metropolis will use forced scoring. If in this process, he has a slight hesitation, it is impossible for him to stop this point.

"This guy really has a set."

Fengxiang Longyi had to re-evaluate Sawamura's strength. At this time, even he faintly felt that he was ahead by two points, which was not enough insurance. He had to take advantage of the current favorable situation to win another point.

Because Feng Xiangao chose to touch the home plate, they didn't have time to stop Mari'an from the first base.

Now one is out, and there are people at first and second base.

The original hitter, Mari, hit first base. Tuhara on first base went to second base.

In this case, the Nagano Toritsu batters had their sixth turn.

Fengxiang Longyi, who had been languid and slumped on the lounge chair, stood up and made his first coaching decision.

"Substitution!"

Nagano Metropolitan High School changed their batting, and instead of their sixth bat, they hit the field.

On the pitcher mound, Sawamura understood.

This is Nagano Metropolis finally unable to hold back, want to move the real thing. His defense just now clearly touched the sensitive nerves of Nagano Tori, which awakened the sleeping lion and began to face the game.

"It's just a bunch of little brats, and they are too troublesome."

Sawamura complained in his heart, and now even he feels that the game is struggling. After all, all he has now is the complete experience of the previous life and a fairly good straight ball and ball control. Based on these alone, it is still very reluctant to deal with a school like Nagano Metropolis where all the members are from junior clubs.

But no matter how hard you try, the game has to continue.

Facing an opponent without any information, Sawamura threw a standard straight ball for the first time.

"Ping!"

The baseball was hit, and the hitter ran to first base like crazy.

He used a standard bunt and ran very fast. It seems that he should be the same as the third club of Nagano Metropolitan High School, and belong to the speed type player.

Although the ball was a bunt, it didn't fall to third base. It seemed that the player's bunt skills were far inferior to their three-batter.

Oda stepped forward to catch the ball, and Sawamura ran to first base to fill up, and finally managed to block the opponent's stolen base and put him out.

Although the batter was out, Mari on first base and Tuhara on second base each advanced one base.

Two outs, there are people at second and third base.

At this time, it was Nagano Metropolitan Middle School's seventh bat, and at this time, Fengxiang Longyi made another substitution. He replaced Tsuchihara at third base for a runner.

In Sawamura's impression, Nagano Metropolis' seventh bat is also good at bunts.

"This is about a bunt, to the end!"

The audience could see the difference. They clearly realized that Nagano was determined to score another point.

One point, just one point.

3:0, enough to completely overwhelm Akagi Middle School.

In the cowshed of Nagano Metropolitan Middle School, Fengxiang Longyi looked at Sawamura with interest, what do you want to do?

On the pitcher mound, Sawamura's face was cold.

The heavy pressure, like a huge ocean wave, pressed on Sawamura in waves. Despite Sawamura's experience and psychological quality, this pressure is really not worth mentioning. But he could still clearly feel the opponent's intention and determination to score a point.

If the seventh batter of Nagano Metropolitan High School succeeds in the bunt and hits the direction of third base, they have at least a half chance of winning another point.

Half the probability~

Sawamura thought, and threw his first ball. The ball was surprisingly fast. Even if Nagano Metropolitan High School's seventh club played a bunt, it didn't touch the ball.

"Snapped!"

"nice shot!"

After a good shot, Fengxiang Longyi stood up and passed the ball back to Sawamura.

When he stood up and gestured for a pass back, in the bullpen of Nagano Metropolitan Middle School, a cold light flashed in Fengxiang Longyi's eyes, and he signaled to the court.

The runner who had just replaced Shimochihara quickly left the third base bag and rushed to home plate.

He ran away, and Feng Xiang, who was all focused on Sawamura at this time, paid no attention at all, and passed the ball to Sawamura step by step.

By the time he shot the ball, Nagano Toritsu's runner had already run seven or eight meters, and was less than twenty meters away from home plate.

"Be careful!"

It wasn't until here that the exclamations of the audience reached Feng Xiang's ears, and he looked at the runner who was no more than ten meters away from him in disbelief.

Why is the runner at third base there?

At this time, the ball has not yet reached Sawamura's glove.

In the bullpen of Nagano Metropolitan Middle School, Coach Fengxiang Longyi was enjoying his masterpiece in his spare time.

No matter how cunning you are, you would never have imagined that we would do this.

The most interesting thing is that even if you think about it, it's too late to stop it.

"That's the gap between us."

On the pitcher mound, Sawamura's expression did not change.

With the corner of his eye, he saw the actions of the third base runner of Nagano Metropolitan Middle School. At this time, he used his gloves to catch the ball, then took out the ball and passed it back to home plate. It was too late.

The runner's speed was too fast, and according to Sawamura's own visual observation, it took him only 3.3 to 3.4 seconds to go from third base to home plate.

In addition to the rush run just now, he bought himself a fraction of a second.

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