Three goals, three outs!
Although the process seemed a little ups and downs, the two exchange students and Aoki Sugi caught Sawamura Eijun's pitching rhythm the first time and hit the ball.
But there is still no way to change the fact that the rhythm of the game on the field has been completely controlled by the Qingdao side.
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"Dear, are you serious? The other party deliberately let us hit, how is this possible!"
Until Sawamura Eijun scored three outs, Emil couldn't believe what Aoki Sugi said.
Aoki actually said that Sawamura Eijun was deliberately using the fishing ball?
This is almost unimaginable on the American continent. Unlike island nations, which focus on tactics and tricks, the American continent pays more attention to ball speed and head-to-head confrontation between players.
That is the so-called hard-hitting.
It's hard to imagine that a player with a ball speed like Eijun Sawamura would actually use a fishing ball in a duel?
It's like a star can crush everything by his looks, so why do they have to fight for their acting skills?
Isn't this effortless?
Ao Mushan had no way to explain Emil's doubts to him, but in the end he was very convinced.
That is, Sawamura Eijun deliberately controlled the rhythm of the pitching, and deliberately let them hit the ball out in order to get the number of outs.
And this plan, they went very smoothly.
If you have to look for any evidence, just look at the Qingdao players who left the field.
Which of them is not with a relaxed smile.
In fact, that's right, the Qingdao High School players who walked off the court, no matter which one, all looked relaxed.
The result was exactly what they expected.
Although the process is quite different from the previous one, the result is the same. As long as Eijun Sawamura pitches, the number of outs can always be easily won.
In the second half of the game, Qing Dao attacked.
Before the attack, the friends of Qingdao High School gathered together to prepare for a meeting.
They still have some understanding of their opponent. Although the main players did not watch their games live, Watanabe, the team's first analyst, watched and analyzed the whole process.
Director Kataoka, who was wearing sunglasses, had a cold expression on his face.
His voice was not high-pitched at all, just a little low.
"Have you memorized the other party's information?"
"remember!"
"Very well, the opponent is not an opponent that can be easily defeated. Whether the information we have is valid, let's verify it in the game..."
"Yes!!"
"First shot, shortstop, Kuramochi-san."
The first person to stand on the strike zone was Kurochi.
Before Kuramochi went to the strike zone, Eijun Sawamura ran up to him on purpose and told him.
"That guy's pitch, if you're looking at it from the strike zone, will feel faster."
Um?
Kuramochi gave Sawamura Eijun a strange look and asked directly.
"What's the meaning?"
Could it be that that guy's pitching was the same as that of Sawamura Eijun, and he couldn't see where he put the ball.
Although this kind of thing is hard to imagine, the world is huge, and there are all kinds of wonders. In fact, when he was in Koshien before, Qingdao High School had been in contact with a pitcher similar to Sawamura.
It's just that, unlike Eijun Sawamura's polished diamond, the other party is just a piece of wool.
"That's not it, it's his pitch, how do you say it? It's violent anyway."
At first glance, Sawamura Eijun was a scumbag, and he didn't even learn the words well.
Pitching can be described as fast, slow and tricky.
What the **** is violence?
Could it be that that guy really dared to throw on people?
ridiculous!
Hiroichi Kuramochi raised the bat in his hand high, staring intently at the pitcher on the mound.
He couldn't wait to see this pitcher named Jack April.
I want to see, what is the so-called violent pitching?
"Humph!"
Jack April, who was on the pitching mound, snorted heavily, then pulled up his stance and threw the ball very decisively.
"Whoosh!"
The moment the white ball was shot, it was as if someone had cast magic, and it rushed towards Kuramochi's eyes.
coming!
Even if he was mentally prepared, Kuramochi still felt unbelievable when he saw April throwing the ball.
So fast!
This general feeling of speeding is unpredictable.
Kuramochi didn't even have time to react, the small white ball had already got into the catcher's glove.
"Snapped!"
"nice shot!!"
The number of balls, one good and one bad, the batter is behind.
After the situation fell behind, Kuramochi's expression did not change much.
He glanced at the figure of Jack Apolo on the pitcher mound indifferently, and kept recalling the previous ball in his mind.
To be honest, the speed of the ball is really fast, even compared to Akatsuki Fukugu, it is not much worse.
Although the ball control is not very good, but the position is not easy to play.
With such strength, it is no wonder that Xianquan can be overwhelmed and unable to lift his head.
If it was placed a year ago, Kuramochi would have been helpless in the face of such a ball.
But it's different now, and now he's confident he can hit the ball.
Can you hit the ball? It takes luck.
After all, with such a fast ball, it is difficult to just hit the ball, let alone hit the ball beautifully.
But as long as you can hit, there is a chance to get a hit.
At this time, I can see the opportunity.
Although his progress over the year may not be noticeable compared to others, he has certainly improved.
It's just that the achievements of other people's progress are too dazzling, so Kuramochi's progress has not been noticed for a while.
But that doesn't mean that his progress is small.
Just like now, facing this ball that he couldn't hit no matter what, now he has the confidence to hit the ball.
"come on!!"
Kuramachi on the strike zone seemed to have turned on a certain switch in the body, and all the cells and energy in the body were concentrated.
A pair of eyes were firmly locked on the pitching mound, paying attention to Jack April.
Aokusgi did not relax his observation of Kuramochi. Seeing that Kuramochi had no intention of using a bunt, he immediately understood his plan.
He was planning to confront April head-to-head.
It's just looking for death!
April's ball speed is not his only weapon in pitching.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Aoki had to admit that sometimes the gap between races was so desperate.
It's like a 100-meter sprint.
No matter how hard Asians try, it's hard to beat Europeans and Africans.
On the stage of the 100-meter final, sometimes it is all black, and sometimes it is white.
There are scenes of yellow people appearing, and you can count them with your fingers.
It's the same thing in baseball.
There are also many pitchers in the island nation who are fighting in the major leagues, but their characteristics are without exception, and they are all based on changing balls.
The African and American players, on the contrary, mostly use straight **** as their lifelines.
This is determined by their innate race, and it is difficult to change.
"coming!"
The determined shooting partner, with almost no hesitation, threw the ball directly.
"Whoosh!"
It was like a sharp arrow that suddenly shot out, traversing a space of more than ten meters in an instant, and appeared in front of Kuramochi.
So fast!
It looks like it's faster than the first ball!
But in the face of this ball, Kuramochi had no intention of escaping, and instead took the initiative to meet it.
"Let's go!"
He is confident he can hit the ball.
In the past year, he has dealt with such monsters almost completely, and he has enough confidence to deal with such monsters.
"Ping!"
The moment the bat touched the small white ball, Yoichi Kuramochi's expression turned ugly.
Good weight!
This heavy feeling was as if his two arms were no longer his own, but had just been run over by a big truck.
Completely lost consciousness.
The position of the palm of the tiger's mouth seemed to be split, and it was painful.
The bat in his hand, almost unable to hold it, flew out directly...
At this time, the results of the hard work on weekdays finally came out.
Kuramochi forcibly grabbed the bat that was about to fly away, barely stabilizing his stance.
Get ready to force the ball out.
Where can it be done?
The moment the white ball hit the bat, it bounced out.
Jack April on the mound effortlessly picked up the ball and sent it to first base.
"Snapped!"
"Out!!"
Scud Yoichi Kuramochi, who played the first hit, was blocked out cleanly.
"What a monster!"
Until now, Kuramochi's palm still felt like it was about to split.
He looked at the mound of the pitching mound in disbelief, as if nothing had happened.
At this time, he finally understood, why did Sawamura call him a violent boy?
Not to mention anything else, just talking about this pitch is indeed violent enough.
And the ball seems to be very fast.
Once out, no one hits base.
At this time, it was Kominato Haruichi's turn to hit the second best.
Kominato Haruichi and Kuramochi, who was about to leave the game and return to the rest area, went against each other.
According to convention, the two naturally need to exchange information.
Kuramochi hesitated for a while.
It's not that he doesn't have information to share with Kominouchun City, on the contrary, he has information, and there is still a lot of information.
But with so much information, why did he tell Kominato Chunichi all in one go?
There is no way, there must be a trade-off.
"Give up the long hits! Play steadily and focus on getting hits."
In the end he gave such a suggestion that seemed like a compromise.
"Um?"
Kominato Haruichi's eyes were full of doubts, and apparently there was no way to understand Kuramochi Yoichi's intentions.
"Anyway, just be careful."
No matter how much, Kuramochi didn't say anything.
Or should I say, he didn't know how to say it.
Sawamura in the rest area on the other side also picked up his bat and prepared to wait in the waiting position.
"That rascal?"
There were doubts in Kuramochi's eyes.
Sawamura smiled calmly.
"Wait for me to avenge you!"
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