Yang Ping didn't even have a choice?

Seeing that Yang Ping reluctantly returned to third base and no longer had any action, Sawamura was inexplicably a little uncomfortable. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Once upon a time, Yang Ping has always been like a big brother, relying on strong ball skills to lead him forward.

Although he usually can't see anything, in Sawamura's heart, he actually relies on Yang Ping very much. He believed that as long as he followed Yang Ping, all problems would be solved. Just like when I was in Akagi.

Yang Ping said that he would take them into the whole country, but the small team from the countryside really succeeded, and how many people fell through the glasses along the way.

Now, Yang Ping said that he would lead everyone to create a legend, and Sawamura never doubted it.

He believed that Yang Ping would definitely do it.

Now, Yang Ping, who seems to be omnipotent, Yang Ping, who can be pressed into Gongming, Hongo, and Sugimoto Sanyuan, has fallen into a bitter battle.

"I used to grow up under your wing, but now I've grown up too, let me be your wing."

"I'll send you back."

The young man named Sawamura has an unprecedented solemn look in his eyes.

It's already two good balls behind, and the next ball will be played out of anything. The opponent's current garrison is all pressed in the infield, and there is no need for much, as long as a long fight is enough.

You don't have to be strong, as long as the angle of the swing is accurately controlled, as long as you can hit the ball solidly.

Thinking about it, Sawamura began to hold the bat short, and then took a serious striking stance.

It's the timing that counts!

Sawamura's entire mind is now empty, as if he was going to touch the ball no matter what.

Ozawa glanced at Yang Ping and then at Sawamura.

For some reason, he felt that these two people were standing on the court, and the whole atmosphere of the court was different.

"Disgusting, disgusting. Could it be that these two people still have a bond of friendship or something? ”

He didn't know that he could guess the truth of the matter with a single word. Yang Ping and Zecun really have the so-called bonds. Ozawa sensed this from the difference in attitudes before and after Sawamura.

"Do you want to force points?"

Seeing Sawamura's performance, this was Ozawa's first impression. Sawamura struck, and Yang Ping ran at the beginning. In this way, as long as Sawamura can touch the ball out, Yang Ping does have a chance to return to home plate.

However, the probability of success is not very high.

From the analysis of the information on the data, it will not exceed 30%.

Thirty percent, do you bet too?

Since you want to gamble, then I'll accompany you.

Either way, my odds are better.

Ozawa's eyes sharpened at once, and then the action of throwing the ball was not sluggish. At the same time, while he was throwing the ball, he was also distracted to observe Yang Ping's actions.

Yang Ping did not move.

didn't move, that is to say, it was not forced to score, so what did the other party want to do?

Ozawa didn't understand, so he could only turn his head to look at the strike zone.

There, Sawamura, who was about to strike, suddenly put the bat back and hit it hard.

Scam beating?

Ozawa is a little confused, deception is not a rare tactic in baseball, but this kind of blow is more common when no one is on base. Mobilize your opponent's defense, then aim for a gap to strike.

Now, though, there's someone on third base. The guarded and concentrated infield, it doesn't seem to make sense to cheat and fight.

"The scum on the blow will only add to the snake and bluff."

"Ping!"

At the moment when Ozawa judged the blow to Sawamura, Sawamura hit the ball in one fell swoop.

The baseball flew fast and far, like a standard arch.

What the?

Ozawa's eyes suddenly became sharp, he didn't keep the ball just now, because he had to beware of Yang Ping, he threw the ball he was best at, the most tricky position.

Originally, he thought that Sawamura would not be able to play at all, but he didn't expect that people not only hit it, but also played well.

"Out of bounds!"

Sticking to the third base sideline a dozen centimeters, the baseball landed.

Sawamura almost played a super long shot, not to mention that Kagoshima's garrison was concentrated in the infield, even if there were people in the outfield, and the ball fell in bounds, they would definitely not be able to prevent it.

Ozawa looked at Sawamura with cold eyes, and had a new judgment on him in his heart.

This guy looks silly, but he doesn't really scum, and his blow doesn't look like it's below the previous seventh stick. (Refers to Miyuki.) ）

"Stinky King, it looks like something to watch out for, and there's one more to be wary of."

This ball Sawamura hit out of bounds, and the final number of balls remained the same, still two good and zero bad.

"Whew~"

Sawamura followed Yang Ping's Yang Ping, let out a long breath, then raised the bat in his hand high, and then stared at the opponent on the pitcher's mound without blinking.

Pitcher mound.

Ozawa straightened his neck, his eyes cold as if they were poisonous snakes.

"Whoosh!"

Immediately after, he scored the second ball.

Sawamura kept recalling his previous blows, and he had a good swing just now, but because of the angle of the shot, he didn't pull the ball to the good band.

So this time, be sure to pay attention.

After seeing the incoming ball, because there were too many distractions in his heart, Sawamura didn't hit the ball.

"Smack!"

"Good shot, strikeout."

As soon as it's out, there's someone on third base.

At this time, it was the turn of the strike to hit the upper line of the Qingdao Road.

The first one to hit was Kurachi.

At this time, he had an embarrassed look on his face. Sawamura had just hit the ball out, and there were still a lot of them who hadn't even touched the pitcher's pitch.

The fastest ball speed is more than one hundred and twenty, less than one hundred and thirteen.

Being forced to be so embarrassed by such a pitch is really unreasonable.

So, he must hit.

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!"

"Good shot! Strikeout! ”

The ideal is full, but the reality is cruel. Sawamura was able to hit Nazawa's ball, not without luck.

Kuramochi and Tojo didn't have such luck, and the two were solved one after another.

No one was out, and Yang Ping was suppressed by the opponent in the case of third base. Pressed to the point that he couldn't score.

This is really rare in Qingdao, and it can even be said that it is quite rare.

After returning to the cowshed, Yang Ping stared at Ochiai and Kataoka without blinking, hoping that the two team leaders could give him a reasonable explanation.

Ochiai and Kataoka glanced at each other, and then no one explained to Yang Ping, but changed the topic seriously.

"Just now, you should have seen Ozawa's pitch, after all, after observing so many balls, do you have anything to say?"

After each strike, it is also important to exchange, analyze, and analyze information.

This is his own responsibility, and Yang Ping will naturally not shirk it.

But if you really want him to say, he doesn't know where to start.

"In short, as far as I can see, this man is definitely the most dangerous enemy we have ever encountered."

The most dangerous enemy!

Ochiai and Kataoka exchanged a look with each other, and they really didn't expect Yang Ping's evaluation of his opponent to be so high.