v2 Chapter 26： : Precision Machines (Salute to Tuantuan)

"Ryosuke!"

"Ryosuke!!!"

With the Brotherhood of Hearts and the Demon King's Guards cheering for the battle, the momentum is naturally extraordinary.

In such an atmosphere, Ryosuke Kominato felt that his blood was starting to boil.

I have to say that the group of fans that Sawamura brought with him is still very discerning. (Kuramochi: Senpai, what about your morals?)

However, you can't just play because of this, keep the rhythm, pick the four bad ones, and hit the pitcher more.

Although Yang Sun-Shin's pitching speed is not very fast, his rhythm is too good. If Qing Dao wanted to completely conquer him, he had to disrupt this guy's rhythm.

Come on, I don't know how you feel when you are so good at handling the ball and are forced to shoot four bad shots?

Two good balls, two bad.

It looks like the batter is being chased, but the reality is exactly the opposite. It is not the batter who is being chased, but the pitcher.

This is the twelfth ball that the two sides have been entangled in!

In the position of the catcher, Sekiguchi looked at Ryosuke Kominato, his eyes were similar to those of a demon.

The world's great wonders.

There really are players in this world who can distinguish between Shun and bad balls.

Twelve goals already!

By himself, the number of pitches Sunshin consumed was comparable to the number of pitches they consumed in a previous inning.

The most frightening thing is that until now, Sekiguchi has never thought of a strategy to deal with Ryosuke Kominato.

Such an opponent?

How are they going to deal with it?

Is it difficult, do you really want to **** it?

Just when he was at a loss at the pass, Yang Shunchen on the pitcher mound gave him a secret signal.

Are you really going to do this, Shun?

When implementing this tactic, the pass was hesitant.

But Yang Shunshen's attitude was very firm.

In that case, come on!

In almost the same position, Sekiguk put down his gloves.

On the pitcher mound, Yang Shunchen threw the ball over.

Ryosuke Kominato's entire body tensed and then relaxed.

Missed almost half of the ball, but it was still a bad ball.

"Snapped!"

"Bad ball!"

So far, the number of **** is two strikes, three bad balls, and the full number of balls.

The next goal is to decide the winner.

bring it on!

Sekiguchi moved a ball inside where he put his glove.

This was clearly seen by the referee.

He looked at the catcher and the teenager on the pitching mound in disbelief.

Could it be that they have to make up for that deviation and throw to the sideline of the strike zone?

Is there really anyone in high school today who can do such a thing?

On the pitcher's mound, Yang Shunchen's movements were smooth without any stagnation.

"Whoosh!"

Such an opponent makes Kominato Ryosuke have to admire.

After entangled in more than a dozen goals, the opponent's spirit is still so abundant, which is really admirable.

However, that's it.

This shot, although closer to the strike zone, was still a little off.

It's a bad ball!

"Snapped!"

Ryosuke Kominato, who made the judgment, was overjoyed.

Great, this is the four bad!

Forcing opponents with extremely accurate ball control to shoot four bad shots. It has always been one of Ryosuke Kominato's hobbies.

"nice shot!"

"Hitters out! Strikeouts!"

The smile on Kominato Ryosuke's face has not faded. I heard an incredible voice behind me.

He looked back at the referee in amazement.

Is he blind?

The ball just now obviously deviates from the strike zone.

The referee looked innocent: "What's wrong?"

Ryosuke Kominato replied helplessly, "Nothing."

The standard for judging good and bad **** is originally the referee's final decision. If he insists on saying that the ball just touched the strike zone, what.

I can only eat this dumb shit.

Two outs, no one on base.

Qing Dao's friend who witnessed all this, his face was hard to look at.

"The catcher moved his gloves just now, misleading the judge's judgment."

"No wonder the referee, Yang Shunchen really threw the ball into the glove with precision."

"This is the precision machine, the horror of Yang Shunchen."

"Having confidence in his possession, I am afraid that some ambiguous **** will be judged as good balls."

"In this way, you can't even let go of corner kicks."

My friends, you not only saw through the horror of Yang Shunchen, but also came up with countermeasures.

Although this countermeasure looks rough, it is a countermeasure after all!

Ochiai stroked his moustache, his eyes dignified.

Not just two smart people like Chris and Miyuki.

Most of Qingdo's third-year players analyze their opponent's data and formulate countermeasures.

"Players will act according to their own thinking. Such a team is very difficult as an opponent. But as one's own, it is really reliable."

Thinking about it, he looked at Yang Shunchen on the pitcher mound.

To be honest, guys like Yang Shunchen are also very tricky.

"The competition in West Tokyo is really fierce. In the top sixteen competition, you can even encounter a player like Yang."

The game continues.

With two outs and no one on base, it was Jun Isashiki's turn to hit.

"Please advise!"

When Isashiki Jun saluted, he was always respectful and scary.

"This kid is really polite."

The referee nodded to Jun Isafu, indicating that he could strike.

Although Ryosuke Kominato is also very polite, he looks like a good boy. (Kuramochi: Are you sure?)

And Izashiki Jun has a mustache and looks like a social person. I didn't expect to be so humble and polite when saluting.

Before the referee's thoughts were put down, he saw that Isashiki Jun seemed to have transformed into a different appearance.

"Come on, kid. Watch me blow you up!"

"Roar, Golden Retriever."

"It's time for you to show off!"

Such a change directly made the referee look stupid.

On the pitcher mound, Yang Shunchen sneered in his heart.

Dogs that bite, don't bark!

The louder the dog is, the less likely it will bite you Compared with the fast Kuramochi, the attacking skills are comparable to the foul Ryosuke Kominato. In the process of collecting information, Isafuki, The performance is really lackluster.

And he's a pitcher who swings aggressively, whether it's good or bad.

If you want to deal with him, don't be too easy.

"Use the bad ball, seduce him to swing."

For Isashiki Jun, Akikawa had already had countermeasures.

"Whoosh!"

The small white ball, far from the strike zone, flew over from the outside corner.

"Wow!"

With a loud cry, Jun Isashiki swung the bat directly.

The bat swung out without even touching the ball hair.

On the contrary, it was himself, because the power of swinging the bat was too strong, and he was led to turn two circles before he stopped worthy.

"nice shot!"

It was a hilarious performance that made the audience laugh.

"Izashiki Jun, what face do you have left in the core line of Ao Dao?"

"Retire, retire."

It seems sarcastic, but it's actually not much malicious.

Isashiki Jun, just like the ancient swordsman, fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment, and stood up on one knee.

in the stands.

Owada Qiuzi laughed happily.

"I didn't expect that there are such interesting players in Qingdao."

Next to her, Fujio had a strange expression on his face.

"What's the matter, senior?"

In the past, Owada used to be called Brother Feng, but he was stopped by Fujio for some reason. Now she generally calls him senior.

"Player Yang's rhythm, stop!"

Yang Shunchen, who was originally very smooth, paused because of Jun Isashiki's funny performance.

"Come again, stinky boy!"

At this time, Jun Isashiki, who stood up, regained his fighting spirit.

He seemed to have selectively forgotten the shameful scene just now.

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