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Yosuke Maki, who was on top of the pitcher's mound, gasped slightly, and after just winning the number of outs with five bats to increase the number of outs, Maki's tense heartstrings relaxed slightly.

Very good, that's the way it is, Maki, don't fall into self-degradation because of a little setback, the overseer of the bench seat bowed slightly, and a very faint look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"Sixth stick, catcher, Miyuki-kun. ”

As long as Maki's condition and mentality can be restored, then the impact of a three-point home run in this inning will be minimized, and the two-point difference is not an unrecoverable score, especially since it is just entering the second half of the game.

The outcome of the game has not yet been decided.

Yosuke Maki's expression was slightly rosy, there was no pale and powerless feeling before, Yagi's words made Maki's heart suddenly vibrate, that's right, his purpose is to defeat this school, and before he achieves this goal, he must not easily admit defeat, Maki gritted his teeth and thought in his heart.

"Whoosh. Maki suddenly moved his right leg, his arm waved hard, the straight ball in the inner corner, Miyuki looked stunned, and his right hand pressed down slightly, allowing the bat to pick up at a slightly lower angle.

Different from the previous form of pulling, Miyuki uses the form of whipping abnormally, not focusing on the use of physical strength, but caring about the speed of swinging, in Miyuki's judgment, as long as you can reach the ball, then it is inevitable to knock out.

Sure enough, a faster way to whip.

In the next moment, it collided with a straight ball that flew straight away, "Pong." ”

"It's heavy. Yuyuki frowned slightly, he didn't expect that after receiving the baptism of a home run hit by the Zhe team, the state could be turned back, it was really not easy, but our side was not easy to admit defeat.

"Phew. ”

"Bang. The ball bounced back and smashed on the left side of the pitcher's mound, and the real wood on the pitcher's mound was stunned and had no time to react, Miyuki quickly threw down the bat and ran towards first base.

Isn't it a curveball? Damn, a trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the catcher Yagi, this group of guys really played with them in the applause, they had been sniping at the curveball of the real wood before, and as soon as they realized that they had changed the matching, they immediately changed their purpose.

"Maki, fill in the position!"

Yagi's instructions are already very quick and sharp, but the position that Miyuki hit is really a very delicate place, Xianquan's second baseman and first baseman hesitated at that moment, and started one step slower, although Maki's fill was timely, but the first and second basemen were already a small step slower in handling the ball.

"Safe on base!" rang out as Miyuki stepped onto first base and the sound of the linesman.

Miyuki Kazuya, Uchino Ann hits base!

"Seventh batter, left fielder, Liu Jun. ”

Liu Yong slowly stood up from the strike zone, stared at the real wood on the pitcher's mound with a cold expression, stepped firmly on the strike zone, and gently hit the home base with a metal bat, and after a few slight swings of the bat, he put on a striking position.

Looking at Liu Yong's calm and indifferent eyes, the jealousy and anger in Maki's eyes that had disappeared because of the home run of the Zhe team ignited again, in fact, at the beginning of the game, Maki looked extremely displeased with Liu Yong, who was only a first-year ghost, who was qualified to wear that team uniform.

Got Liu Yong's number of outs twice, which made Maki's mood slightly relieved, the first grade should have the appearance of a first grade, but now I see Liu Yong's impatient and annoyed look that is not at all because of the first two outs of the table is thinking of the perfect defense performance in each game, which makes Maki's psychological fluctuations churn again.

Completely forgot the consequences of being blinded by negative emotions just now, the ugliness of human nature, it's really good to forget the scar and forget the pain, and the home run of the Zhe team hasn't really made this pitcher hurt to the bone marrow.

Liu Yong looked at Yosuke Maki, who was easy and his expression changed, and secretly thought in his heart, it seems that his own supervisor is really accurate in this regard.

It's really an immature trump card, but in this case, it has become a stepping stone for us to reach the top.

The subtle changes in Maki's expression did not escape the eyes of the catcher Yagi, Yagi frowned slightly, glanced at Liu Yong on the side, and after the expression on his face changed, he didn't say anything more, the first-grade beater next to him was a little weird, but the first two seats were successfully won out of the game, and here let Maki be a little willful, and it also helped him get out of the loss just now, Yagi's idea cannot be said to be wrong.

But he underestimated human nature and underestimated people's hearts.

"Phew. ”

Liu Yong's expression was awe-inspiring, his body was lowered, and he waved the bat in his hand in a posture of lifting up.

"Pong. ”

"Whoosh. “

"Out of bounds!" The ball quickly crossed the head of the third baseman, and with a "bang", it flew past the boundary line and landed on the stands, Liu Yong's brows furrowed slightly, was the timing of the swing just now still early?

Maki looked at the direction where he was hit with a large throw-in, and the obviously irrepressible anger on his face became more and more obvious, for Maki, being beaten out by Qingdao's third grade is still understandable, so being hit by such a mere first-year imp is something that Maki can't accept.

"Whoosh. ”

"Smack. ”

"Bad Ball"

As if he wanted to vent his inner unhappiness, Maki kept attacking, and Liu Yong's swing seemed to be getting more and more difficult.

"Pong"

Another powerful blow, the ball turned into a white light, and flew towards the direction of the first baseman, the expression of the Xianquan first baseman changed, and his body suddenly twisted.

"Bang" The sound of a thump sounded.

"Out of bounds!"

Damn, is it still a straight ball? Liu Yong's eyes narrowed slightly, this kid is so calm? Liu Yong moved his gaze slightly to the bench.

Superintendent Kataoka looked indifferent, touched his left chest slightly, and continued to wait, Liu Yong's expression did not change, and his eyes immediately twisted back.

Since the superintendent said so, then you will definitely vote, right? Liu Yong's face showed a trace of an inexplicable smile, at the moment when his skills have been fully honed, Liu Yong is not afraid of falling into a protracted battle, it is nothing more than playing a few more balls, and if this guy's physical strength is consumed more and more, for Liu Yong, he is also happy to see what he sees.

Liu Yong's smile made the real wood on the pitcher's mound seem to be fried.

"Very good, that's the way this hitter is able, Maki, the next shot is a bad ball from the outside corner, the one that can lure him to play is the best. ”

However, things were a little unexpected for Yagi, the pitcher on the mound shook his head slightly, the determined look and waving arms undoubtedly showed the so-called self-esteem of the pitcher, he didn't want to waste time here, and it was the best choice to win the number of outs of this hateful imp in front of him, and quickly enter their attack rhythm.

Under Yagi's angry look and Liu Yong's slightly mocking smile, Maki waved his arm.

"Whoosh. ”

Looking at the rapid bending of the tall white dots from top to bottom, and the whistling wind pressure, Liu Yong's face showed a very faint joy, just like a pre-arranged script.

"Pong. ”

A powerful blow, trying to attract the attention of others, trying to prove your existence, even if it costs everything, but in the end, you can't get anything.

"Smack. ”

"Home run! Two-point hit, a powerful hit from the starting first-year player of Qingdao!"

Yosuke Maki, the ace of the second year of Senquan High School, looked at the white dot that fell into the stand behind the right fielder, and his expression became miserable, and he looked so powerless under the bright sun. (To be continued.) )