v2 Chapter 4： : formed blow

In the first half of the second game, Qingdao High School attacked.

At this time, the rest area of ​​Missimen High School.

Qian Zong Shun was supervising, his face was pale.

What Sawamura just threw, in his opinion, is the most common straight ball, but this is the most common straight ball, and these proud disciples under his command can't even touch the ball.

Not only was the ball missed, but the timing of the swing was much too late.

why is that?

As soon as the player came, he asked.

"There's no spot to see the ball, and the ball is looking at the strike zone, super fast."

Super fast!

From the perspective of Shunichi Chia, Sawamura's ball is very fast, but it is definitely not super fast. It is only one hundred and four to die. The speed of the ball seems to be very fast and very scary.

But it is definitely not enough to deter the mind of the hitter.

That is to say, players will feel that the ball is faster after they get to the hitting zone.

Faster than one hundred and forty kilometers!

Eijun Sawamura, who had just been in the first year, is this strength a bit beyond the standard.

"What a monster!"

It took him three years to cultivate a Hirata Shou. Sawamura had just made his debut, and his strength was beyond that of Hirata Shou and Shijo Street.

Now, it's troublesome~

Sawamura's flawless performance completely hit Junichi Chia who was active in the game.

He saw no hope of taking points out of Sawamura's hands.

Despite the fact, Qian Yang Shunyi said firmly.

"It takes patience now. As long as we can keep the score, opportunities will definitely appear. After all, the pitcher is only a first-year, and his physical strength cannot support nine innings."

The pressure brought by Sawamura is indeed great. But not enough to feel hopeless.

For the third grade, this is their final tryout. The game was over and their high school baseball career was over.

Whatever it is, now they have to go all out.

"Fourth, first baseman, classmates."

At the beginning of the first half of the second game, Qing Dao's starters formed a strike zone.

In the team of the Second Army of Qingdao High School, several figures immediately jumped out.

"Play it out, form it!"

"It's time to perform your bombardment stunt."

"Finished! ~ Formed!!"

Needless to say, just looking at the momentum, I knew that it was a difference in Qing Dao.

in the lounge area.

The little friends of the first army also stood up and cheered for the formation.

I don't know why, but as soon as Jun Cheng stood in the strike zone, everyone felt as if something extraordinary was about to happen.

"Come on, Captain!"

"Fight out, fight out!"

…

In the face of Qing Dao's four sticks, Mi Ximen was also prepared.

Their shortstop moved directly to the position close to second base, which was clearly biased towards first base.

Not only him, but Misimen's entire fielding gave the impression of being concentrated on the first base side.

For such a right hitter, this kind of defense is equivalent to blocking the path of the outside corner kick.

"Does the opponent plan to use an outside corner kick to decide the outcome?"

Jun Isashiki muttered in dissatisfaction.

Kuramochi frowned and shared his experience with Sawamura.

"That pitcher's outside corner, it felt like it was on the outside."

Sawamura nodded.

Of course, the pitcher is a right-hander, and with a low-shoulder pitching stance, the outside corner from his angle is a huge slash.

From the perspective of the hitter, it will naturally be very outside!

And this point, presumably become a senior, also clear.

"It feels like trying to escape and form a duel."

Sakai Urn said in a loud voice.

Just as everyone was having a heated discussion, Kataoka suddenly spoke.

"Look at the resulting blow."

Um?

The little friends were stunned for a moment, but they quickly recovered. Supervisor Kataoka meant that they should learn something from Yucheng.

on the strike zone.

Forming the bat in his hand, he lifted it up very relaxedly.

The catcher at Missimen High School put the glove firmly in the outer corner.

For the formation, they know.

That is one of the best super hits in the Tokyo area, and it doesn't matter if you hit base against him.

The most important thing is to throw the ball all the way to the outside corner.

This means that it doesn't matter if you throw a bad ball, the most important thing is to be tricky.

With this kind of consciousness to pitch, the pitcher's pitching will naturally be more tricky.

On the pitcher mound, Nanping Shou held his breath and threw the baseball in his hand.

Sawamura brought a lot of pressure, but for Nanping Shou, he has no time to worry about Sawamura's affairs now.

His task is to deal with the batters who are currently on the strike zone at Qingdao High School.

"Whoosh!"

The white ball whizzed out and flew towards the catcher's glove.

Knot facing this ball, motionless.

"Snapped!"

"Bad ball!"

"Snapped!"

"Bad ball!!"

Two bad **** in a row.

In the rest area, the voices of the little friends suddenly became high.

"Great choice!"

Kuramochi grinned: "As expected of the captain, I can see clearly."

He was very resentful for Nanping's outside corner kick when he played. I really did not expect that the captain could calmly judge the good and bad balls.

The number of **** is behind, and the pressure on Nanping Shou's shoulders is getting heavier and heavier.

At this time, the problem of his inexperience appeared.

He felt very uncomfortable just standing on the strike zone.

Simply disgusting!

If you want a good shot, you have to throw a little in it.

"Let's go!"

After two bad balls, Nanping Shou threw a good ball.

The white ball flew to the top of the home plate.

Originally formed motionless, it seemed that he suddenly woke up.

"boom!"

The bat was swung like lightning and thunder, and the momentum was overwhelming.

"Ping!"

The small white ball was hit and flew to the field.

The ball is so fast, and the time around is stopped!

Time does not recover until the ball hits the ground.

"Snapped!"

The baseball landed at the first baseman's feet and bounced off his feet.

The first baseman who was guarding there only had time to turn his head, and he watched the baseball fly out of his side.

Behind the first baseman is a huge gap.

Jun Cheng took this opportunity to go to second base.

Until now, time seems to suddenly recover.

"Damn, what is this!"

"So fast!"

"It's more than two hundred kilometers."

"I really didn't expect that among high school students today, there is still such a swing."

…

Relying on the rebound to cross the outfield defense, the strong hit of the Missimen High School defense.

With practical actions, Jicheng destroyed the last fluke in the hearts of Missimen High School players.

Qing Dao's rest area.

Kataoka folded his arms across his chest and said coldly.

"I don't need a long hit. I want you to break through the opponent's defense with strong ground hits. Do you understand?"

"I understand!"

Kataoka quickly grasped the weakness of Misimon High School.

Their pitchers do have some quality, but their fielding is noticeably lacking.

Not bad, just not strong enough.

"Yes!"

Qing Dao's friends also understood what they were going to do next.

No one out, someone at second base!

"Fifth, third baseman, Masuko."

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