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Angle, Power, Ball Possession......

Yang Ping's imitation is a perfect mess.

The batters struggled to deal with it, but it proved that his batting and pitching exercises were very effective.

After the practice, Kataoka found Yang Ping.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Why?"

Kataoka did not follow Yang Ping's question to ask the question, but directly asked the question. On the face with sunglasses, there is no expression to be seen. Yang Ping couldn't tell whether the coach was angry or pleased.

Why do you want to be a hitter pitcher?

Yang Ping didn't think about this problem, but he subconsciously did it when the game with Didong was imminent. As for why? Yang Ping couldn't answer for a while.

Looking at the silent Yang Ping, a trace of regret flashed in Kataoka's eyes.

"Are you going to give up being a pitcher?"

Boom~

This question echoed in Yang Ping's mind like a big bell, did he subconsciously want to give up becoming a pitcher? Even though Yang Ping has never considered himself a pitcher, he has ideas about his pitching.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone out of his way to develop his pitching in middle school.

"In a professional team, there are twenty-five places for a team. Ten of the twenty-five were pitchers. You know what that means, right? ”

Kataoka's tone was low, and he rarely talked about the players' future career plans. Because it doesn't really mean much to him. Even if it is a giant like Qingdao High School, there are very few people who can enter the professional arena. Baseball can only be a hobby and hobby for most people.

There is no doubt that Yang Ping is different in his mind!

If Yang Ping chooses other defensive positions, it will not be difficult to enter the profession in the future, but if you want to enter the ideal team, you can only rely on luck.

After all, not all teams lack fielders and strong players.

But if Yang Ping has the skills of a pitcher, it will be different!

Any team is looking for good pitchers. As long as Yang Ping can maintain his current status as a backup pitcher, his career options will be much broader in the future. Starter, Relay, Rescue, Ace ......

Any professional team will hoard a large number of pitchers. With Yang Ping's talent, sooner or later he will shine. As long as he can enter the ideal team, his future is absolutely limitless.

Whether Yang likes it or not, Kataoka doesn't want him to give up on pitching this path. This is not only for Qingdao High School, but also for Yang Ping himself.

Yang Ping listened to Kataoka's words, thought for a long time, and finally nodded.

"I'm not going to give up being a pitcher!"

The reason why I became a striker pitcher is probably because my hands are itchy and unbearable. After all, after so many practice games, Yang Ping has been excluded from the pitcher lineup.

"Then you're going to imitate?"

Once a pitcher imitates someone else's pitching method, he will inevitably not be able to sustain himself. This hurts the pitcher.

"Don't worry, I have endless possibilities!"

Yang Ping doesn't like to shoot one or two hundred balls in the same way, relatively speaking, he can imitate others, and it is also fun.

"If only you had a good idea."

In the end, Kataoka chose to trust Yang Ping.

Kidon High School baseball team.

Yang Ping~

Mukai Sun is doing simulation exercises, and his simulation exercises are different, not imagining them by himself, but training with his partner.

Now the beater he is facing is the fourth batter of Qingdao High School, Yang Ping.

For this name, Mukai is familiar and could not be more familiar.

At that time, that stinky little ghost, obviously voted for the Uchino to roll the earth, but said that he could get on the base.

Nonsense, I don't know how thick the sky is!

"Next ball, throw it into the corner behind you."

No matter how he evaluates Yang Ping in his heart, if he is regarded as an opponent, Xiang Jing is still very serious.

Hearing Xiang Jing's words, Qian's face was very cautious.

Sure enough, this beater is different in Mukai's mind.

Cast the rear corner.

Half a year ago, when Qiancong heard this sentence from the wellhead, the whole person was stunned.

Mukai had just entered the team at that time, and his talent immediately caught the attention of the coaching staff.

"You are so good at controlling the ball, you should be able to divide the ball into nine squares, right?"

At that time, the coach was just chatting casually, and he was actually sure that Mukai would definitely be able to accurately throw the ball into the nine-square grid of the good ball belt.

"Nine-square?"

Xiang Jing's face was a little reminiscing, "How is it enough to only divide the ball into nine squares?" ”

Nine-square grid is not enough?

At that time, the coach and Qian were very surprised, they didn't know what the teenager was trying to say.

"It's not pitching at a plane, how can a good ball belt only have a nine-square grid?"

Mukai Sun's words were like thunder in everyone's minds.

"A good ball belt has depth!"

At that time, Qian's worldview was refreshed.

It's easy to understand that a good ball has depth, but the more you understand it, the more you realize the incredible.

The world that Mukai Sun, a man, sees, is no longer on the same level as mortals.

In his eyes, the good ball belt is no longer a plane, but a three-dimensional space.

His pitching is a three-dimensional world!

Teto's coach was one of the earliest coaches in Tokyo.

Now 65 years old, he has led his disciples to the Koshien arena 21 times and won the Koshien championship twice.

In his eyes, the players are just small flames, and all he has to do is to ignite the flame in the hearts of the players. From this point of view, there is no doubt that he is a passionate coach.

Of course, there are also men who don't need him to light it, and they themselves are burning with a raging flame.

Mukai Sun is such a person.

And when he won the Koshien championship twice, there were such leaders in the team.

Therefore, he firmly believes that during the time when Mukai Sun is in the team, he will definitely be able to ascend to the throne of Koshien championship again.

"Ping!"

In front of the ball bowler, a man blasted a 155-kilometer straight ball out again.

Didong's coach, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

Saburo Ono!

It's the same with this man, he doesn't need to light it, he has a raging fire burning in itself.

This year's Didong is really lucky.

With two such players coming in at once, he firmly believes that before he retires, he will definitely lead the team to win the Koshien championship again.

The batting driving range of Seido High School.

"Your pitches are so weird, what about Mukai?"

After the batter hits, there weren't many hits they could get after the three of them hit the bat. There's even one that hits don't.

In this case, it must be very difficult to score consecutive hits.

I had doubts in my heart, so I naturally wanted to ask Yang Ping for verification.

"His pitching is weirder than mine, mine stays in the second dimension, and his is already in the third dimension......"

Even without three-dimensional pitching, it would be extremely difficult to deal with a simple left-hand throw with precise ball control.

(To be continued.) )