On the second day of the Qingdao High School training camp, the time was 6 o'clock in the morning. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"I'm going to cast it."

The person who threw the ball to Sawamura was even more nervous than Sawamura who played the ball. The striking strength shown by this person yesterday is really speechless~

"Just let the horses come!"

Sawamura shouted vigorously, Yang Ping's massage effect yesterday was surprisingly good. Although there is still a slight ache all over the body, this has not affected the training at all.

The baseball was thrown by the player who threw the ball, and gently threw it over.

A cold light flashed in Sawamura's eyes, and the bat in his hand roared out!

The bat and the baseball are separated by a distance of more than ten centimeters, passing by~

Another flock of embarrassing crows flew by......

Sawamura knocked his head with a bat: "Sure enough, yesterday's fatigue hasn't been eliminated?" ”

The crowd of the army watching the exercise collectively ignored it.

Wake up in the morning with a run, then a pass and catch, and finally a high ball catch and 200 swings!

The amount of practice the next morning alone is enough to daunt the average person!

"Damn, is this going to kill us?"

Sawamura sat in his seat coaxingly, whining loudly.

Yang Ping shrugged: "Don't be so neutral, be careful that the coach will give you extra weight when you train in the afternoon." ”

A chill!

Sawamura hurriedly pretended to be weak: "I'm already tired. ”

Xiao Minato Harushi and Jingu Xiao couldn't care about talking to the two of them anymore, looking at the rice bowls full of rice in front of them, they couldn't swallow it.

This is the cafeteria of Seido High School.

Shinji Kanamaru stared at Yang Ping, Sawamura Eijun, Akira Shimiya and Haruichi Kominato.

"I have to eat three bowls of Ao, and if I can't finish it, I'll tell the coach."

Sawamura looked at Kanemaru with resentment: "Why?" ”

"The coach told me to keep an eye on you, and I did what I was told."

Saying that, Kanemaru brought a pot of vegetables to Sawamura's dining table, and said with a gloomy face: "As a friend, this is a gift I prepared to congratulate you on your promotion to the army, don't smile." ”

"You want to kill me, don't you?"

"What nonsense? That's a kindness from me. ”

"Good intentions, you big-headed ghost, how can you have a smile on your face?"

When the two were fighting, Jun Izagiki, who was in the third grade, suddenly said, "Sawamura, are you very angry?" Would you like to double your training? ”

"No, no, I'm tired!"

Yang Ping and Akira Sakami, Haruichi Kominato quietly wiped out their own food, trying not to attract the attention of the prosecutor Kanemaru-sama.

It's just that the prosecutor's eye has always been pervasive.

"Descending Gu Xiao, you don't have anything in your mouth, chew a fart?"

"Minato, why do you have so little food?"

"Yang Ping, huh?"

Kanemaru looked at the empty rice bowl in Yang Ping's hand in disbelief, is this person also a monster level when he eats? (Yang Ping, who secretly poured his own rice into Sawamura's bowl, secretly made a gesture of victory.) In order not to die in the poor Dao these years, it is helpless to die a Taoist friend. ）

Because it's Monday, the players have to go back to school in the morning.

Sawamura was at his desk, sleeping like a dead pig.

The girl at the back table poked him with her fingers: "Sawamura, wake up." Kanemaru said that if you go to sleep again, he will go and tell the coach. ”

Sawamura, who woke up when he heard the word coach, burst into tears: There is no place in this world where people can breathe a sigh of relief.

Yang Ping's classroom. (When he went to high school, he wasn't in the same classroom as Sawamura.) ）

With his head resting on his hands and his hands resting on the table, he was also drowsy. It's just that he just took the opportunity to rest, and didn't really sleep. The figures of Sawamura Eijun, Akira Shibuyani and Kominato Haruichi training in the morning keep coming to mind.

They were still tired yesterday, but now they are doing the same exercises with the third grade of the first army? In just one day, their physical strength was like being reborn. This training camp may be just to make them more united, but for the third grade students, it may become a source of rapid growth......

At four o'clock in the afternoon, after the end of the class. The first army of the baseball club began to continue training!

Akira received a high-altitude ball beautifully, and with his amazing ball speed, he sent the ball to home plate!

"Well done!"

Izaki Jun said loudly to Akira Tsukiya without hesitation.

This attitude succeeded in infuriating the left and right fielders of the original team!

Ichiro Itai in the left field and Kenjiro Hakushu in the right field. The two of them were supposed to be the team's main left and right outfielders! Later, Yang Ping was born out of thin air and occupied a main place, and one of the two could only sit on the bench aggrievedly.

Sawamura Eijun's long pass is a disaster, and the missed catch rate is more than ninety percent!

Kominato Haruchi is fixed at second base!

Chris is another strong contender for the main catcher!

Of the newcomers to the team, only Xiaoya poses a threat to the two.

watched him shine in the field, but he made up his mind in his heart: he would not give up the last main spot to him if he was killed.

Chris and Sawamura, who don't match up with each other, got together at some point.

Looking at Akira Tsukitani's performance, Chris said to Sawamura: "Although physical strength is a weakness, Akira Tsukitani is really a baseball genius. You're still a little bit basic, but he's a complete blank slate. In just one month in the first army, now being an outfielder is already a look. ”

"I'm not going to lose him."

"It's good to have this ambition! It seems that you don't expect it to be a pitcher, and then concentrate on practicing as a pitcher. Even if you can only stay on the bench, you have to stick to your style. I'll catch the ball for you when the coach gives me permission. ”

"Yes, master!"

Yang Ping is doing garrison exercises.

It's just that the painting style is wrong, why are there three third-grade seniors in front of him?

"Please advise! Mr. Monster Junior. ”

"We won't declare personal vendettas, don't worry, the three of us will come one by one."

"Let's get started!"

Toss a baseball with your hand and swing it out.

In Yang Ping's eyes, the trajectory of baseball is clear. Taking two steps back, the baseball was safely tucked into his glove.

Superintendent Kataoka was furious: "Stupid! Don't hit the ball to him, then what's the training effect? The whole right outfield, all the places, whatever you want! ”

"Yes!"

The three seniors suddenly played the famous product of Peking Opera - changing their faces.

"It was ordered by the coach, and we were very friendly."

"Ping!"

The baseball will land ten paces behind and five steps to the left.

Yang Ping ran a few steps and caught the ball steadily.

He had just received the ball and another ball flew over!

With Yang Ping's wisdom, he was already in a cold sweat at this time: If you play like this, you will play with the dead.