Chapter Seventy-Four: The Battle of Mingchuan Takes the Lead

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"Out of bounds. ā€

Another tough blow, Yang Xianchen seems to be eyeing the inside corner, after the low position of the outside corner of the first ball, four consecutive balls have been tough to attack the inside corner, which makes Yu Xing slightly surprised, in his opinion, Yang Xianchen does not seem to be such a tough pitcher style, this type of pitching, but it makes Yu Xing slightly confused.

Now the number of balls is two good balls and two bad balls, he has been chased, every ball must be carefully observed and hit, he is boasting in front of that kid, if he doesn't play out, go back tonight, maybe what kind of eyes that guy has to look at himself.

On the other hand, Yang Xianchen, who was in the pitcher's hill, looked at Yu Xing in the strike zone with an inexplicable look.

Very good, the bait has been laid, Yang Xianchen's eyes flashed with a faint look of self-satisfaction, and all the shots just now were meaningful.

The initial outside corner kick made the hitter aware of how tricky the ball was, and the next few inside corner kicks deepened the player's impression of the inside corner, and now the hitter will definitely care about the inside corner.

Then, most importantly, he cares more about the outside corner of the pitch that only takes one shot.

In this case, the hitter will generally choose one of the two to choose, and the normal match is also to use the outside corner to decide the winner, but the hitter's thinking can not be general, he will definitely block the next ball is the inside corner!

And the possibility of changing the ball is higher, Yang Xianchen silently conceived the strategy in his heart.

Then you will be in the center, you would never have thought that I would use the matching ideas you used to strike me out last time to deal with you, I will win this number of exits, Yang Xianchen's eyes flashed with a look of determination.

At this time, Liu Yong, who was standing in the strike preparation area, also watched the duel between the two with wide eyes, guessing the ball, maybe some people think that this is completely by luck, and the real hitter definitely does not rely on this means, in fact, not really, in the world of baseball, guessing the ball is also part of the strength.

Psychological warfare is the most important part of the game of baseball, and if you can really guess the minds of the hitters, or the shots, and see through their ball-matching ideas, or waiting for the ball, then the victory is already halfway.

But this is too skillful, not for ordinary people to play, natural cost performance, or the degree of its value significance is not so general and objective.

Miyukiichi is also a player who can do the ultimate in guessing the ball, and he is not lacking in strength, and he will also have skillful hitting skills, which is matched with his guessing level, so it is said that Miyuki can become a first-class baseball player, not accidentally, but an inevitable thing.

At least, Liu Yong can't do this, or Liu Yong can't do it now.

"The next ball, that guy will shoot the outside corner, at the beginning, the senior of Miyuki also swung the ball into the air, and now the inside corner attack is so fierce, then, no... Just as Liu Yong was muttering to himself, suddenly, Liu Yong's expression changed, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, as if he was about to catch something.

"Is that guy going to... Liu Yong's pupils shrank, and a terrible thought flashed in his mind, "Is this guy so bold? ā€

After Liu Yong realized a certain possibility, in the next moment, Yang Xianchen on the pitcher's mound had already quickly shook his arm, and in an instant, the ball quickly flew out of Yang Xianchen's hand and galloped away in the direction of Yu Xing.

No one knew that at the moment when Yang Xianchen made a move, a smile appeared on the corner of Yu Xing's mouth in the strike area.

"Aim to hit~~" The moment Miyuki swung the bat, he gently spit out such a lyric from his mouth.

"Pong. ā€

What is called the dramatic side, what is the shocking scene? Yu Xing interprets this very well, if the blow of Zeng Zitou before has already surprised Yang Xianchen, then at this moment, Yu Xing's timely hit at this point made Yang Xianchen's heart tighten, and there was an indescribable sense of bitterness.

"Boom!"

"A blow straight to the wall, six-stick catcher Miyuki-kun, second base hit!"

At the moment when Miyuki hit a hit, Masuko Toru on first base also quickly moved his huge burly body and boarded the base bag on third base.

No one is out, there are people on second and third base!

"Hehe, should I say that I really deserve to be the senior of Yuyuki?" Liu Yong showed a look of admiration on his face, looked at Yuyuki Kazuya, who was slightly raising his right arm at second base, and muttered to himself.

"Seven sticks, left fielder, Liu Jun. ā€

Now this scene is a situation where scores must be scored, no matter what the form is, Liu Yong turned his head to look at the bench area, and as Liu Yong expected, Superintendent Kataoka gave a signal to force the score.

Liu Yong touched the brim of his hat and signaled that he understood, of course, Liu Yong really wanted to compete with that fellow named Yang Xianchen and feel his wonderful ball control in person, but instructions are instructions, and even if it is only the second game now, it is obvious that the situation on the court is very delicate.

The side that gets the point first will be more pressed to the momentum of the other side, in order to win, their own small temperament should be restrained, Liu Yong is a very self-controlled player, this point is still quite conscious.

"Pong. ā€

At the moment when the ball flew over, Liu Yong quickly bent down and struck, although it was not as perfect as Zecun's touch, (well, Liu Yong thinks that in this generation, among high school players, there is no guy who does better than Zecun, it is all an art, pleasing to the eye.) But I can also do the edge of the passing line.

Mingchuan's throwing obviously didn't expect Liu Yong to come with such a hand, you know, now Qingdao is gaining momentum, continuous hits, and now there is no one out, and there are people on second and third base.

As long as you make a timely hit, even if it's just an infield hit, you can get a little first, at this time, Mingchuan's garrison is preoccupied, especially the outfielders, for fear of another long hit, it will be even more fun.

No one expected that Qingdao would be steady and choose the method of compulsory scoring.

The ball slowly slid against the edge of the first base line, but it didn't go out of bounds, and at the moment when Liu Yong bent over, Zeng Zitou of third base had already started, and Mingchuan's third baseman's face changed, and he immediately shouted: "The runner has started!"

But at this time, it was too late, even if Yang Xianchen had quickly walked down the pitcher's mound to deal with the rolling earth, but Zeng Zitou had already quickly returned to home plate to touch the base score.

In desperation, Yang Xianchen had no choice but to throw the ball to first base, at least to get the number of outs.

"Smack. ā€

"Out!"

Liu Yong was blocked out of the game by first base, and the runner Yu Xing at second base also went to third base, although Mingchuan got a number of outs, but now the initiative on the field is completely in the hands of Qingdao.

Qingdao High School is the first to gallop a little!