Chapter 54： : The little old man's worries

The players of Tenryuji Middle School, when they first competed with Akagi Middle School, actually despised Akagi in their hearts.

All of them have watched the video of the game between Akagi and Nagano Metropolitan High School, and they have a very objective evaluation of Akagi High School. In their opinion, the whole of Akagi is Sawamura's one-man team. If it wasn't for the surprise of Akagi Middle School, and if Nagano Metropolitan was not lucky that day, there would be no way Akagi would have won Nagano Metropolitan High School.

In today's game, they originally thought they could abuse Akagi.

But now that the game has been played for five rounds, they still haven't broken through the defense of Akagi Middle School and scored points.

1:0!

This score is like a clown's mask, constantly laughing at them.

And the most terrifying thing is that until now, they have not seen any hope of conquering Sawamura. Two innings, six outs. Can they really get points out of that pitcher?

This confusion, like poison, constantly gnaws at their hearts. Even Hirata, Hirata, Nanami Haruka, and Hattori who have experienced big scenes, these star players have ugly expressions on their faces.

Inexplicably, they had a premonition that they would lose.

After all, it is possible to hit Sawamura's ball into the outfield. How much this probability is, no one can say. But through the fourth and fifth rounds, the people from Tianlong Temple were barely able to come up with an answer.

The answer is that it is very difficult. I am afraid it will be difficult for them to use this method to conquer Sawamura in the last two rounds.

Lose, fail!

As long as they think of this, goose bumps all over their bodies, and a trace of cowardice and fear in their hearts continues to spread.

"Idiot! Really stupid!"

The little old man scolded in a low voice, and then asked the assistant coach to summon all the players from Tenryu Temple who were ready to attack.

"Do you have a feeling of being led by the nose?"

Hiromitsu Yamano asked seriously.

"Dad, what do you mean?"

Qi Hai looked at the mountains in confusion.

The others looked at each other in dismay. Maybe except Nanami, everyone else had a vague feeling like they were always under the cover of Akagi Middle School.

The little old man ignored Nanami Haruka's question, staring at the players in Tianlong Temple with old eyes.

"Do you know why you feel this way?"

Plain and Hirata, the two looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

"Because you are stupid, stupid like pigs."

The little old man said in a low voice, "I told you to swing the bat with all your strength, but when you find that there is no way forward, won't you be flexible?"

The players of Tianlong Temple are very aggrieved, this little old man is too unreasonable. If you listen to him, he says you won't be flexible. If you don't listen to him, he says you want to fly before your wings grow strong.

Anyway, nothing is right.

After the little old man complained, he glanced at him dissatisfiedly, the silent disciples.

Of course he had reasons to be dissatisfied, and he had already clearly reminded them how to deal with it. When it really hit, they were still led by Fengxiang and Sawamura by the nose.

They can see clearly what ball they are aiming at from the bullpen, not to mention Feng Xiang on the catcher position and Sawamura on the pitcher mound. It was precisely because he could see through the path of the ball they aimed at that Sawamura could turn them around.

You don't even know how to act and deceive people, so what else can you expect them to do?

Although he thought so in his heart, the little old man didn't bring it up. Most of the people in the Tianlong Temple area are very simple, and they definitely do not lack the spirit of teamwork and conscientiousness, but it is really difficult for them to act and deceive people.

Some things cannot be changed. Batting is a battle of wits between the batter and the pitcher and catcher. Looking at this aspect alone, Fengxiang and Sawamura's partner almost completely overwhelmed Tenryuji Middle School's lineup.

"Since we're betting on probability, we can't win, so let's change the way we can win. Next, it's the core's three, four or five sticks. We've hit two rounds before, and you want to see the pitcher's ball. It's clear. Do you have the confidence to hit the ball head-on?"

Saying that, the little old man's eyes were fixed on Nanami Haruka, Pingyuan and Hirata.

Hit the ball solidly and don't want to make a mess.

All three nodded solemnly.

"Don't worry, coach."

"Relax, Dad, I'm very strong."

"it is good!"

"You three go to prepare, and I'll talk to the others."

The little old man motioned, and the three core liners left. Then he warned others carefully.

After all the instructions, he returned to the lounge chair worriedly.

"Teacher Yamano, don't be too anxious, trust our team members."

The assistant coach couldn't bear it any longer, so he comforted him.

The old man is in his 60s, and his temper is like a volcano, which is really rare.

Hiroshi Yamano shook his head.

He was worried about this game. It's actually not difficult to win this game. There are many ways. Baseball is not something that only one or two people can play.

What he is worried about is that in the future, Sawamura is now dragging such a group of teammates to rampage in Nagano. What about next year and the year after?

The three kings are Nagano Metropolitan, Dabei Middle School, and Tenryu Temple.

This time, I am afraid that I have really met an opponent, a very strong one.

In the first half of the sixth inning, Tianlong Temple Middle School attacked.

"Third, pitcher, Nanami Haruka."

This time, Nanami stood on the strike zone, his strike posture, and his stick grip didn't have any obvious features, including the stance.

Feng Xiang frowned subconsciously. As an excellent catcher, it is fundamental to judge what kind of ball the opponent is aiming at from the batter's striking posture, stance, expression, and reaction.

In the previous two duels, he could guess which ball Qi Hai wanted to play, but this time, he was a little unsure.

It felt like Nanami was planning to swing any ball.

Let's try it out first. The first ball is a bad ball from the inside corner.

Seeing Fengxiang's code, Sawamura nodded. He had the exact same feeling as Feng Xiang, Nanami Haruka seemed to be aiming at all the ball paths that entered the strike zone.

On the first ball, Sawamura threw a bad ball that was close to the inside corner line.

"Whoosh!"

The small white ball flew through the strike belt and flew into Feng Xiang's glove like a laser beam.

"Bad ball!"

Facing the inside corner kick, there is no interference at all. Nanami Haruka now feels like an iceberg that doesn't move.

Feng Xiang's heart sank, Qi Hai is serious!

Only Feng Xiang, who was a former partner, knows the horror of Nanami Haruka. Nanami is a true genius, a genius who is different from everyone else. His strongest point isn't even his pitching, it's his hitting.

Strength, dynamic vision, mentality, physical coordination, he has everything a good hitter should have.

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