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Fujifu sighed and said to Owada Akiko: "The key point of this game is here! ”

Owada Akiko is not a novice who entered this line of work at the beginning, and her analysis of the game is becoming more and more accurate: "There are people on the base, and it is the turn of the four or five batters of Qingdao High School, and the danger of the Holy Light is not small." Once Qingdao High School gets extra points, I'm afraid the Holy Light Academy will catch up. ”

Fujifu nodded: "There are only four rounds left in the offensive opportunity, if the score is stretched to more than three points, with the state of Qingdao High School today, it is indeed not easy for the Holy Light Academy to turn the tables." ”

In the cowshed of the Holy Light Academy.

Coach Suzuki looked at Sugimoto Sangen on the pitcher's hill and thought about what Sugimoto had told him before.

"It's not necessarily a good thing to push Qingdao High School into a corner too early. If we had cornered Seido High School in the last two innings, we would have a much better chance of winning. ”

No matter how strong Qingdao High School is, there is one thing that cannot be changed.

That is, Seido High School is the first time in six years that it has appeared on the stage of Koshien for the first time. Except for coach Kataoka Tetsushin, none of them have any experience in Koshien.

How much adaptability does such an immature team have in the face of a sudden crisis?

This is unknown.

In front of the TV, everyone at Daocheng High School.

"In this game, Qingdao has a great chance!"

"As long as you get extra points, this game will be nine out of ten."

The players were talking about the situation of the game.

Cheng Gongming shook his head on the side: "It depends on how many catties and taels the ace of the Holy Light Academy has." It's a great scoring opportunity for Qingdao, but in other words, as long as the pitcher can completely suppress the hitter of Qingdao High School in this situation, the morale of the Holy Light Academy will inevitably be greatly boosted. ”

So, no matter what, we have to deal with the next two hitters of Qingdao High School. Even if these two people are the top in the country, it is the same as Yang Ping.

Yang Ping squatted behind him, waiting for the blow, at this time he had no time to close his eyes and recuperate, and a pair of eyes stared at Sugimoto Sanyuan on the pitcher's hill.

Sugimoto Sangen's current state is very hot.

This is both a challenge and an opportunity for Qingdao High School.

Once the current Sugimoto Sangen is defeated, then Qingdao High School will basically touch the championship trophy with one hand.

Form a senior, it's up to you!

Yang Ping didn't care about competing with the formation of the four sticks at this time. (Actually, it didn't work, it was 100 percent his last game with the knot.) ）

From the knotted face, it was difficult to see through his current emotions.

Zhongchuan Yu looked at the beater in front of him who came from behind and was as famous as himself, and sighed in his heart.

Seido High School is really a good opponent!

But that's all you can do here. Sugimoto, who is going all out, can't do it himself. It's the same if you change the knot!

Come on, throw your proudest pitch here!

Now he doesn't have to give Sugimoto a code. Because of Sugimoto's next pitch, the hitter couldn't hit it at all.

"Whoosh!"

Sugimoto's pitching was still full of momentum, and by the middle of the game, his form looked to be getting better and better.

The second ball was formed and still did not swing the bat, and he watched as the baseball entered Nakagawa Yu's glove.

It's a normal straight ball!

At least that's what it seems, but his instinct tells him that Sugimoto's ball is anything but simple.

"Good shot!"

The number of balls is one good and one bad!

Yusei's eyes were so sharp that he couldn't see through the mystery of Sugimoto's pitching, but it didn't matter, as long as the ball was in the belt, he used his strength to sweep the baseball out hard.

"Whoosh!"

"Ping!"

The baseball went into the good ball belt, and the swing of the baton was merciless. The baseball flew far away, but the baseball landed badly and landed outside the sideline of the left field.

"Out of bounds!"

The number of balls is two good and one bad!

Sugimoto Sangen's eyes flashed with a wolfish glint.

Next, as long as it is a good ball, there is no reason not to swing the bat.

"Whoosh!"

The ball enters the good ball belt and is bound to swing the bat. Knowing this, Sugimoto Sangen still threw a good ball belt, and when the ball number was ahead, he did not use the bad ball to interfere with the hitter, but chose to decide the winner head-to.

"Hum~"

In the heart of the formation, the four are empty!

At this moment, everything around him was no longer in his mind, and all he had in his eyes was the baseball that Sugimoto had thrown.

When the bat waved, the wind and thunder gusted.

Although Sugimoto's pitching speed is over 140 kilometers per hour, it is a pediatric ball speed for a formed swing. Even if Sugimoto's ball speed soars another ten kilometers, he can hit it.

But this one, he didn't hit it.

The baseball suddenly disappeared as it approached the hitter's hand!

"Boom!"

By the time Yucheng came back to his senses and looked for the ball, the baseball had already slipped into the catcher's glove.

"Good shot, strikeout!"

Nakagawa Yu squatted on the catcher seat and smiled slightly: "Well done!" ”

Sugimoto Sangen's decisive goal, even if it is him, he has to be dumbfounded! Although both first-year students at Seido High School are pitchers with extraordinary potential, Nakagawa has always been adamant.

In the same era, Sugimoto Sangen is the strongest!

Yang Ping, who was squatting behind Yue Cheng, waiting for the blow, suddenly turned pale.

Sure enough, Sugimoto's previous pitching was consciously conserving his physical strength, in order to suppress the Seido line with all his might in the second half of the game.

It's a pity that the ball just now, the formed body just blocked his eyes. He couldn't find out the secret!

Now I can only rely on my own strength to compete with Sugimoto Sanyuan.

The knot was successfully resolved, and although the players and fans of the Holy Light were excited, they did not have any gaffes.

After all, Qingdao High School still has a beater that cannot be ignored.

Fifth bat, right fielder, Yang Ping!

The knot was settled, and the fans of Seido fell into a dull state. And Yang Ping has won the dot twice, and he is like Sugimoto's nemesis. Now that the nemesis is in the strike zone, the people of the Holy Light are also weak-minded.

In this way, there was a strange scene on the field of the Koshien finals.

It's silent!

The audience of 60,000 people fell into a moment of silence.

"The storm is coming!"

In the cowshed of Qingdao High School, Chris stared at his notebook and muttered to himself.

At this moment, whether or not he can defeat the Holy Light Academy depends on Yang Ping's performance.

Be sure to hit it out!

Yang Ping's eyes were slightly closed, even if he used his internal breath, he would still solve the Holy Light Academy with this blow.

The feeling of uneasiness in his heart became more and more obvious, if he couldn't defeat the Holy Light here, then no one dared to say what kind of moth the Holy Light would make.

It's already two outs!

Sugimoto Sangen smiled slightly, and now he was still short of the last out.

After carefully preparing for so long, even at the expense of playing with Qingdao High School, now is the time to witness your achievements.

"If you can hit it, you can hit it!"

With such determination, Sugimoto's Sanyuan pitching momentum soared.

"Boom~"

(To be continued.) )