At the end of the fifth game, the score was still 4:2.
The third-year seniors are temporarily ahead, and the freshman Qingdao High School baseball team is two points behind.
In the sixth inning, it was the turn of the third-year seniors to attack. At this time, their line has been extended to the fourth stick in the third round.
The former captain was formed, and he was about to enter the strike zone to have the strongest dialogue with Sawamura.
"To be honest, I really don't want to meet a senior at a time like this."
Miyuki said to Sawamura with a wry smile.
If the formation of the captain is the first, it is not necessary to solve the battle at once. As long as he can successfully score a double, the probability that the third-year seniors can score will also be greatly improved.
Originally, the freshman Qingdao High School was behind in scores. If even Sawamura Eijun could not stop the offensive of the third grade, it would be conceivable that the collapse of the freshman Qingdao High School would happen at this moment.
Even though the other party was his senior, being so ravaged by others still made Miyuki feel very uncomfortable.
"Then in the strike zone, deal with him!"
Sawamura said stubbornly.
Miyuki was shocked: "You mean?"
"if not?"
"But that kind of ball can't be used in actual combat, right?"
"It's enough to act as a bluff!"
Sawamura said indifferently: "Of course, the specific operation is left to you. If you think it is necessary, we will use it."
Miyuki nodded with a wry smile.
His partner trusts him so much, how can he let him down?
In the first half of the six innings, the game begins.
"Fourth, first baseman, formed."
A light wind blew past home plate.
Blows home plate and strike zone spotless.
In the wind, the formed eyes stared at Sawamura on the pitcher mound without blinking.
His eyes were too deep, but inside, nothing could be seen.
In the position of the catcher, Miyuki had a headache.
At the level of A Philosopher, as long as the ball is thrown into the strike zone, it is hard to imagine that he will miss the ball.
To put it bluntly, as long as it's a ball in the strike zone, he seems to be able to hit it.
In the face of such a hitter, if you don't think about some solutions, it's simply not possible.
Miyuki was also constantly observing the movements of the formation, hoping to find some weaknesses in the strategy.
No, no, still no!
There's nowhere to be seen at all.
Even if Sawamura Eijun and Kyouka are head-to-head, he may not be able to take him down, but it can't be done 100%. Once you let the formation go to base, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Behind the formation is Chris, who has a very comprehensive attack, and Masuko Toru, who likes to swing a big stick and is not weak in bunt skills.
There is no need for the opponent to use the tactics. As long as Miyuki closes his eyes and thinks about it, various offensive tactics will emerge one after another.
You can't even let go!
In this way, if you want to win 100% of the formation, you can't do it without using new weapons.
His eyes sank, and the personality that belonged to a gambler in Yu Xing's heart appeared again.
Although he has absorbed a lot of the advantages of Chris, he is still different from Chris. At this time, Chris will never use the ball that has not been perfected, but Miyuki is different.
When the temptation is big enough, he doesn't mind using some extraordinary means, even if he takes some risks for it.
With his mind made up, Miyuki decisively gave a signal to Eijun Sawamura on the pitcher mound.
Although it is a situation where no one is out now, it is a bit risky to use the uncertain ball directly. But if you want to use it, let's go for the first shot!
Relatively speaking, with the personality of forming a captain, the probability of his first swing is much smaller. Especially in the face of the sudden change of the ball, it is even more difficult for him to swing!
bring it on!
bring it on! ! !
Miyuki is like a witch holding a poisoned apple, constantly tempting Eijun Sawamura to take risks with him.
"Sure enough, it won't feel boring to play with this guy!"
A relieved smile appeared on Sawamura's face.
He also has a gambler side in his bones, and he enjoys this feeling very much. I don't know what the result will be, the pores all over my body are spewing open.
Pfft! Pfft! !
Even in the hustle and bustle of the stadium, you can clearly hear your heartbeat.
That's what it feels like, in this moment.
In this way, head-to-head with the opponent, and then use his superb pitching to solve the opponent.
"Captain Azhe, this is a big gift package that I specially prepared in order to fight against a fighter of your level. As the first user of the big gift package, you should take a good look at it!"
After the start of the game, Sawamura Eijun got the secret code, without any pause, he immediately opened the stance, and used the strength of milk to throw the baseball in his hand.
"Whoosh!"
The small white ball was like a cold glow, instantly appearing in front of Jun Chengcheng.
So fast!
Faster than ever.
Speeding straight ball?
For a moment, such a thought flashed through Cheng Cheng's mind.
No wonder he had such an illusion, the ball was too fast, so fast that it was dizzying Originally faced with this, an unknown ball path suddenly appeared. Formation generally does not swing a bat.
But this time is different. Long before hitting the court, he told himself to swing the bat on the first ball.
Sawamura Eijun has too many changing balls, and it is not realistic to kill one kind of ball path. It is better to rely on his own feelings.
So make up your mind before you go on the court, and swing the bat on the first ball.
When he saw that the incoming ball was a speeding straight ball, he became more determined.
In the face of the sudden appearance of the ball, he directly swung the bat.
At this time, he actually had a good time in his heart.
When do you swing the bat? Where do you want to hit the ball after hitting it?
Everything was thought out, but the ball that was about to be hit by him suddenly disappeared.
how is this possible?
In his eyes, how could the almost locked inside corner kicks disappear.
"Snapped!"
"nice shot!"
Before he could think about it, the sound of a small white ball digging into the glove came from behind him.
On the dam, the shrill dean suddenly raised his voice.
"how is this possible?"
His brows were almost wrinkled into a pimple, and he looked at the formation of the bat on the court in disbelief.
"With such a big bad ball from an outside corner, why would he swing a bat?"
Wang Xi, who was next to the dean, was equally stunned.
"Why is it unreasonable for a left-handed pitcher to throw a change like that?"
3rd grade rest area.
"Is there a so-called level five change ball just now?"
Isashiki looked puzzled.
Chris next to him smiled wryly and shook his head.
"It shouldn't be, if it is, it's too playful."
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