Behind the cheers, Liu Yong stood in the outfield, his eyes scanning Nangong Yu, who was still lying on his stomach at the third base, and Nangong Wang in the strike preparation area. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Vaguely, Liu Yong could see their faces, which was an indescribable, but understandable look from Liu Yong.

You have been defeated ...

Liu Yong whispered such a sentence in his heart, at this moment, he couldn't talk about any mood fluctuations in his heart, so he finally glanced deeply at the two Nangong brothers, helped the brim of his hat, showed a happy look on his face, trotted, put on a victorious posture, and ran towards his own bench in the direction of his own bench in the face of the fierce cheers of Qingdao High School.

The game is over...

At this moment, whether it is Qingdao, Yu Rong, or the audience, it seems that the host's words are a little exaggerated, even if it is only the eighth game, there is still a chance for one game, but it is very strange that everyone knows, especially the players on Yu Rong's high school side, or this feeling that wells up from the depths of their hearts.

The game was over, and at this moment, they were defeated.

The bat in Nangong Wang's hand slowly fell off and landed on the surface, looking up at the blue sky slightly.

This year's summer is as hot as last year...

Nangong Wang's eyes were peaceful, but he inadvertently felt a heart-wrenching pain in his heart, which made him feel that the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.

"Ahh ”

The lonely back, the slippery "raindrops"

This is the last memory of the third grade, and their summer will stop here...

――――Dividing line――――――

"Huh"

"Smack"

"Good ball, hitter out, game over!!!"

"Oooooo

"First Win !!"

"Haha, a big victory, well done, Liu, Yuxing"

"Sawamura, it's so good. ”

"Ace, finish !!"

"King, King, King"

At the moment when the sound of the referee sounded on the court, the players of Seido High School gathered in the center of the pitcher's mound, and everyone's face was filled with joy.

Kuramochi was even more happy and rubbed Sawamura's hair rudely, everyone was clustered around Sawamura's side at this moment, maybe this was just the victory of the first battle, but for Qingdao, defeating Yurong High School was like removing a knot in his heart.

This kind of joy is a matter of course for itself.

"In the first battle, King Qingdao won the first battle with the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, 7 to 0, King Qingdao, absolute strength embodiment!!"

"It was a really good game. ”

"Compared with last year, the real change in this year's Qingdao is in the pitcher formation. ”

"Yes, the strength of the line is indeed more exaggerated than last year, but the stability of the ace and the enrichment of the pitcher line are the most important points for Qingdao High School to achieve a clean sheet against Yu Rong. ”

"Haha, this kid, I'm sure that next summer will be even more terrifying, and next year's draft will be even more lively. ”

"And Xiaogu Xiao, don't forget him, besides, this year's summer has just begun, so you're thinking about next year. ”

"Hahaha. ”

The joy of Qingdao High School and the laughter of the neutral audience reflected the crying, sadness, and disappointed look of Yurong High School.

"It's already great, you guys!"

"Don't cry, Kawada, you've done a great job. ”

"Next year, next year. ”

"Imperial !!"

"Let's make a big fuss about professional baseball, royal"

"You're the best. ”

In the audience above the bench of Yurong High School, their supporters also gave a shocking applause, which was the last bit of comfort for the players of their team, and for them, there was only so much they could do.

"Let's go and get in line. Superintendent Kamiya patted Kawada, who was still in pain, with a gentle face, and said softly.

"Let's go, one win and one loss, next year, it's up to you, but you have to earn us back the field." Nangong Yu showed a chuckling look, looked at the juniors in front of him, and said loudly.

"Yes, the senior !!" the second-year ones, and the three first-year substitutes are choosing to answer with the loudest voice at this moment.

In the coming year, in the coming year, they must hold this year's one-shot hatred!!

This is their oath, but what they don't know is that it is really the time for the coming year, at that time, Liu Yong in the third grade, Shuangtou in the third grade, and Mitsushu Okumura who grew up in the golden generation, Yui Fumi, Yuki Shoji and others, Qingdao High School at that time really became a nightmare for all teams in the country, and in that era, the king was invincible, and it was called the era of Qingdao.

Of course, that's all for later.

"Salute!"

"Thank you for the advice!!"

The customary salute and the customary handshake are enough for the players of Yurong High School to clean up their mood.

"You're really a very good and terrible guy. After shaking hands, Nangong Yu deliberately found Liu Yong's face, held Liu Yong's right hand tightly, and said with some inexplicable meaning.

"Senior Nangong, you have won the award. Liu Yong said softly, looking at the tall figure in front of him and the slightly red young man in his eyes, Liu Yong suddenly understood his inner feelings, because they were all players on the court, and they were all players who had experienced failure.

Plus, he, the ace of the third-year, this is his last high school summer.

"I've missed it twice, this time, you should be holding the pennant for real. Nangong Yu's expression did not have the previous hippie smile, and with a sense of maturity, he said lightly.

"Ah, this time, our goal is to win, and nothing else. On this topic, a cold light flashed in Liu Yong's eyes, and he said in a deep voice.

"Haha, you must really be able to do it this year, since you have won us, let's go and become the strongest team this summer, don't let me look down on you, the magical boy from China!!"

"Just wait to see the moment when we reach the top, Nangong senior!!"

Firm words, confident tone, ended with the victory of the first battle, the summer of eighteen teenagers was over, and the summer of the other team of teenagers had just taken the firmest first step.

A champion, a pennant, that's the goal of all teenagers.

Towards that peak, the teenagers launched the most violent impact!!!!!