v2 Chapter 54： : Straight ball! (Tribute to Xiaohan)

Two outs, no one on base.

It was Xijing Middle School's third stick, the catcher, Inoue.

When Inoue stood on the strike zone, the whole person was hairy.

Watching Sawamura's game video, you will be very impressed by Sawamura's performance.

His pitching is really weird, so weird that it can be divided into two categories, those that hitters can hit and those that hiters can't hit.

The ball that the hitter can't hit is scary. But this kind of ball that can be hit by the batter is also very uncomfortable.

Obviously I can hit the ball, but I can't play well!

The shot was either limp or fluttering in front of the fielder.

Sawamura's pitching rhythm is undoubtedly the latter.

Realizing this, Inoue even felt that hitting Sawamura's ball was an extremely frightening thing.

Before the batter hits, he is afraid of hitting the pitcher's ball. Even if such a thing is said, it is estimated that no one will believe it.

But in fact, Inoue really had this ominous feeling.

It seems like the next second he hits the ball, he's going to be tackled.

"call!!"

What a horrible guy!

The more you watch Sawamura's game video, the more you can understand Sawamura's horror.

Inoue is not timid, he just thinks more than others.

Forcibly suppressing his disturbed mind, Inoue stared firmly at Sawamura's throwing hand. No matter how powerful he imagines Sawamura is, he has to see Sawamura's ball from the strike zone with his own eyes to know his strength.

bring it on!

As soon as Inoue completed his psychological construction, Sawamura's pitch came.

The ball is thrown from the outside corner, although it is a corner, but this position is very comfortable.

Can hit!

The hitter's genes attack, and Inoue swings his bat.

It wasn't until he waved his stick that Inoue suddenly woke up. Didn't he plan to observe the ball first before talking about it?

"Ping!"

The white ball was hit and landed in front of the first baseman.

Oda jumped lightly and took the ball into his hands.

"Out!"

Three outs, offense and defense exchange.

Four goals, three outs.

Sawamura ended Akagi's defense in the first game with just four goals.

"Who can tell me what happened?"

"Quick, so quick! In the blink of an eye, it's over."

"Awful pitcher."

"Magic pitching."

The audience was amazed.

It's not a strikeout, but Sawamura's pitch is just as exciting.

"Sure enough, the Great Demon King is more powerful."

"Don't look at Xijing's victory over Yokozuna, but who will win this game in the end is uncertain. After all, Akagi also won Yokozuna at the beginning."

"Yeah, Akagi has a very good chance."

...

In the bullpen of Xijing Middle School.

Cheng Gongming opened his eyes, his face no longer had the laughing look on his face, and he became extremely serious.

"They won't have a chance!"

"nice shot!"

"nice shot!"

"nice shot!"

"strike out!"

"strike out!"

"strike out!!!"

Nine goals, three strikeouts.

Sawamura took the defense of the first inning in three minutes and forty seconds with four goals, and Narunomiya responded with three strikeouts.

From the very beginning, the two sides were unceremoniously arguing with each other.

Akagi Middle School, except for Sawamura's three strong hits, all got strikeouts.

"Ming Gongming!!!"

"Cry! Cry!!!"

This is Tokyo, the base camp of Naruto Naruto, and many of the fans at the scene are Naruto Naruto fans. Seeing Nagiya Ming's outstanding performance, they all immediately became excited.

In the bullpen of Akagi Middle School.

Sawamura looked at Fengxiang and asked, "How do you feel?"

Feng Xiang didn't seem to come back to his senses, staring blankly at his hand, recalling the baseball that just flew over in his mind.

So fast, so strong! !

Although the pitcher of Shenfeng Middle School was able to pitch 140, it didn't feel like that pitcher's pitch was terrible. It's kind of like a fastball thrown out of a pitching machine, to say the least.

Although it is fast, it has a rigid taste.

Narimiya's ball is different!

He throws the ball and it feels like it's alive.

Anyone who practices shooting knows that hitting a dead target is different from hitting a moving target, and hitting a moving target is also different from hitting a real living thing.

The difficulty of the latter is linearly increased several times.

If the black pitcher from Shenfeng Middle School is described as a dead target, then although Cheng Gongming's ball has not evolved to the level of a living thing, at least it has the level of a moving target.

"I can't hit at all!"

For the first time, Feng Xiang felt so desperate.

This feels like a toad sitting on a well and watching the sky. One day, it left the well and saw the vastness of the world, but it didn't know where to go?

"Do not be discouraged!"

Sawamura smiled and comforted his friend.

Feng Xiang felt this way, but Sawamura was not surprised at all.

Really good pitchers have their own characteristics. Just like Ken Uesugi's bullet ball, in Sawamura's view, it is a very high-quality ball. And Nanami Haruka's high drop curveball, if you hone it well, it is also a very useful weapon.

Naruto's straight ball naturally has such characteristics.

His ball has a strong tail and terrible!

Moreover, the difference between the initial speed and the tail speed of his pitching is very small.

Not a speeding shot, but it is somewhat similar to a speeding shot.

This makes Nagiya Naruto's straight ball seem to have life, faster and more flexible.

These Cheng Gong Ming himself may not know clearly, but Sawamura knows it clearly.

Therefore, in the first round, Fengxiang couldn't deal with Cheng Gongming's ball, and he couldn't even touch it. Sawamura was not surprised at all.

It was impossible to beat Cheng Gongming in the first game.

In the first half of the second game, Xijing Middle School attacked.

"Fourth, first baseman, classmate flush."

On the mound, Sawamura's face became serious.

Since Nagiya Ming used his own straight ball, there is no reason for him to be silent.

"I'll let you take a look too, my straight ball is ready."

Sawamura's competitive temper came up and threw his first ball at Qi Ping.

"Whoosh!"

The small white ball crossed the top of the plate and flew into Fengxiang's glove.

"nice shot!"

One strike, zero bad.

On the strike area, Qi Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

Sawamura's pitch just now, just like what Inoue said, makes people have the urge to swing the bat, which is really evil.

Faced with such a ball, you need to use a stronger swing to push back and hit the ball far away.

Making up his mind, Chi Ping gripped his bat long, ready to swing with all his might.

Just then, Sawamura's second goal came.

"Whoosh!"

The white baseball, like a ray of light, instantly crossed the distance from the pitcher's mound to the catcher's mitt.

Qi Ping waved his stick, but hit nothing.

"Snapped!"

"nice shot!"

Two good balls, zero bad.

Qi Ping's face turned ugly.

Just now, he was too late to swing the bat.

The ball is much faster than he imagined!