Chapter 58： : familiar rhythm

No one out, no one on base.

One bad ball was counted, and the score was tied. Purely from the situation, Akagi Middle School must be in crisis. In the last one or two games, the side that catches up with the score will undoubtedly have a stronger momentum.

In particular, this side is the Tenryuji Middle School, which is already superior in strength.

After Nanami Haruka's long fight, Sawamura narrowed his eyes, thought for a while, and then figured it out. Putting himself in Nanami Haruka's position, he would probably also bet on outside corners.

Sure enough, he wasn't that person, and he didn't have that person's charm.

If that person were replaced, he would definitely let himself shoot inside corners, or hit the center.

Originally, Sawamura still thought that when he was in high school, he must teach that kid how to be a good man, let him know that his younger brother can't be casually molested, and he must know the cycle of heaven and the truth of unpleasant retribution.

But now, Sawamura doesn't dare to think like that anymore. Even if he is reborn, he is probably not that guy's opponent in some respects.

"A bad ball!"

Thinking, Sawamura stretched out a finger and rushed towards the sky.

His voice was very clear, and it seemed that he was completely unaffected by Nanami Haruka's hits and stolen bases.

Feng Xiang, who had just made a mistake in catching the ball, also came to his senses at this time.

He hammered his glove with his hand, secretly encouraging himself. As a senior, his performance can never be underestimated by these juniors.

The game is not over yet, it was just one hit and one point.

"A bad ball!"

Feng Xiang squatted steadily on the catcher's position, opened his gloves, his eyes were firm, and his fighting spirit was undiminished.

"A bad ball!!!!"

"Let them call."

"We'll catch it."

Akagi's friends, I also thought about it at this time. Although they dropped a very important point, the game was not over, and it was not time for them to surrender.

If they win this game, they can participate in the Kanto Conference.

Tomorrow's final, don't need to think about it at all, as long as they win this game. Sawamura will definitely suppress the batters after Tenryu Temple, they just need to find a way to get another point.

Just take the next point.

The indomitable fighting spirit permeated Akagi's entire team, and their eyes became fiery and firm one by one. Stay firmly in your defensive position and help Sawamura.

"Breathe~ Breathe!!!"

Taking a deep breath, Sawamura calmed down his mind. This is a habit of his previous life. If there is a crisis or a mistake, he will let himself take a deep breath and forget all the previous games, and only concentrate on the next game.

The batter is Pingyuan, and the number of **** is a bad ball. He should have seen through all his ball paths. What he can do next is to fight with the ball and defense.

The battle of wits and courage between the pitcher and the batter does not mean that the batter can hit the pitcher's ball if he understands all the pitches of the pitcher. Even if the batter can hit every pitch of a pitcher, in a real duel, it is not necessarily the pitcher who loses.

This is the meaning of defense and the charm of ball distribution.

Sawamura is also very experienced in matching the ball, so even if his hole cards are cleared, he still has the confidence to meet the next challenge.

"Whoosh!"

The small white ball flew to the edge of the inner corner. Sawamura is a left-hander, and his inside corner kicks are more deceptive.

Plain doesn't have the terrifying dynamic vision of Haruka Nanami, and he can't accurately judge whether the ball is good or bad. But it feels like this shot should be a good shot.

Since it was a good shot, Plains swung unceremoniously.

"Ping!"

The white ball was hit, flew far away, and landed on the sideline of third base.

"The outside world!"

"The outside world!!!"

Two consecutive goals were thrown out of bounds by Pingyuan.

Although the current number of **** has reversed, it has become two good and one bad, and the batter is being chased. However, the batter's momentum was stronger, and both **** almost flew into the court.

Once the ball falls into the court, it will inevitably form a long hit.

Because the direction in which the ball fell, it was completely empty and unguarded. Even the audience is very suspicious, even if there are people in Chicheng, they can't stop the ball so fast?

There are not unmoved people on the field, such as Akagi Middle School pitcher Sawamura and catcher Fengxiang.

At this point, the two of them almost had their minds figured out.

He has already taken the lead by two strikes, so the next goal is the deciding goal.

"Whoosh!"

The fourth ball, like a ray of light, crossed a distance of 18 meters from Sawamura's hand and came to the batter.

On the strike zone, Plains' eyes seemed to shine.

Here comes Sawamura's tiebreaker, a change-up.

"Om~"

With a low bat swing, accompanied by a thunderous swing speed, the bat faced the baseball.

It's just weird that his bat didn't hit the baseball.

"Snapped!"

The bat flew past, and the baseball stably got into Feng Xiang's open glove.

"Strike, strike out."

In the last ball, Sawamura threw the most common straight ball. He was sure that Sawamura would use a change-up for the last ball, but he was inevitably late in his swing.

"What an idiot!"

Little old man Shan Ye, his beard turned white from anger.

The fact that Sawamura and Fengxiang were able to use the straight ball so boldly in the end was to bet on Pingyuan's last shot, and the aim must be the change-up.

"When you need a good shot the most, you're going to take the tiebreaker. Is that what that idiot told you?"

After Pingyuan ended, as soon as he entered the bullpen, he was madly sprayed by his own coach.

If it wasn't for his preconceived notion that Sawamura's last shot must be a change-up, that sweet ball in the middle would not have been captured Pingyuan lowered his head, unable to refute a word.

Once out, no one hits the base.

"Fifth, third baseman, Hirata-san."

At this time, Hirata stood on the strike zone, and it could be seen that the audience and friends of Tianlong Temple still trusted him very much. The confidence to refuel is much stronger than before.

On the pitcher mound, Sawamura had a cold face, showing no emotion.

He just raised his foot high and threw the baseball out of his hand.

The ball path is the outside corner!

On the strike zone, Hirata's eyes were firm, he aimed at Sawamura's first goal and swung the bat unceremoniously.

Sawamura's high-leg pitching is either floating or a normal straight ball. He's aiming for the floating ball!

"Ping!"

When the white ball was hit, Hirata's expression changed instantly. He guessed wrong, Sawamura was neither a float nor an ordinary straight ball, but the kind of ball that floated slightly.

The ball bounced out like a ray of light and was caught by Oda. After he caught the ball, he passed it back to Nakagawa on first base.

"Snapped!"

"Out!!!"

The fourth and fifth of Tenryuji Middle School. Plains and Hirata!

Not to mention in Nagano Prefecture, even in the entire Kanto region, they are also known as super strong players.

Such a strong fight, three full fights, was suppressed by Sawamura and had no temper at all.

Two outs, no one on base.

The momentum that had been overwhelmed by Tenryu Temple because of the tie, suddenly disappeared.

"This rhythm is very familiar!"

In the stands, Dalin and Xiaolin looked at each other excitedly, and a kind of expectation gradually sprouted in their hearts.

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