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All that's left is a fierce duel with the opponent's real guns.

October 30th, rain.

The outdoor training was forced to stop by the heavy rain, and everyone simply moved their bodies and began to do the simplest shooting and catching training and swinging exercises in the indoor training room.

Yang Ping was alone with a bat, and he didn't move there for a long time.

"What is he doing?"

Kanemaru frowned and looked at Yang Ping suspiciously.

Sawamura explained to him calmly.

"He's doing an imagination exercise!"

Imagination exercises?

Kanemaru was dumbfounded, what the hell was that?

"It's about imagining the pitcher's pitch in your head, and then simulating it and finally swinging the bat."

Kanemaru coughed and looked at Sawamura incredulously: "You think it's a manga?" ”

Sawamura sneered: "He has been doing this kind of practice since he was in middle school. ”

What the?

Kanemaru's pupils widened, didn't that mean that Yang Ping had surpassed them now when he was in middle school.

Although it has only been half a year since I entered high school, I have to admit that this half year has been very obvious to everyone's strength. It can be called a rebirth.

But after being reborn, are they still not as good as Yang Ping in middle school?

What kind of monster is he?

"Assemble!"

The coach called everyone to gather, but Yang Ping, who kept his original posture, did not move.

Caught in the imagination exercise, he didn't notice that all the eyes of everyone in the entire indoor practice range were on him.

imaginary world.

Mukai Sun's pitch kept coming, and this reference material was no longer the information when the two were partners in the first year of middle school, but Mukai Sun's pitch in Koshien.

Now the pitching has reached the game of eight into four.

Teidon High School vs. Troll Otomaki High School.

That game to the pitch of the well sun, reached the peak.

The ball path is no longer a simple plane, but penetrates the plane and extends to the corners behind.

From the referee's point of view, the ball that extends forward, the ball that was originally thrown at the bad ball, but penetrates the good ball belt in the line of sight.

Here it is, a straight ball in the back corner!

This ball is constantly enlarged in Yang Ping's eyes, and it is constantly magnified!

When the ball reached his hand, Yang Ping, who was motionless, moved.

The strength of the arms and waist is perfectly combined, and the swing posture is crisp and thorough.

"Boom!"

It is like the swing of a knife of an ancient general, and the knife is thunderous through the wind.

Back to reality.

Yang Ping's swinging sound was extremely loud in the silent indoor training room.

At this moment, everyone seemed to see a small whirlwind with Yang Ping as the center, blowing past.

"Whew~"

Contentedly put away the bat in his hand, and Yang Ping's face showed a relaxed smile.

"Is it over?"

Just when everyone was stunned, Kataoka asked coldly.

Yang Ping was stunned for a moment, looking at his teammates who lined up to watch him practice, embarrassed~

"Hmm."

He replied in a low voice, and Yang Ping didn't know what he should say now.

Kataoka was calm.

"Let's get in line."

Everyone lined up again, and Kataoka explained tomorrow's tactical arrangements.

"We are King Qingdao High School, don't have any pressure, just play your strength. The starting and starting lines remain unchanged, and Xiao Gu is relegated to the bottom base, so let's pitch wholeheartedly. ”

"Yes!"

He didn't care about this at all, he preferred to stay on the pitcher's hill to the name of a strong baseman.

"The weather forecast says it will rain tomorrow, but of course the exact situation will not be known until the same day. So everyone should also be prepared to race in the rain. ”

"Yes"

……

The next day, it rained heavily.

But there were not many spectators on the baseball field.

Akiko Owada, a reporter for "Baseball Kingdom", looked strangely at the full stadium around her.

"This is the first round of Qiuda, isn't there a little too many people?"

Fujio put his eyes on the court and explained in a deep voice, "This is a matter of course, after all, it is the battle between the kings of East Tokyo and West Tokyo!" And it is also the summer Koshien champion and the quarterfinals. ”

Isn't it natural for a Koshien-level competition to attract spectators?

It rained all the time.

Although the momentum is a little smaller than yesterday, it still makes people feel depressed.

As a result of the two sides guessing the boxing, Didong attacked first.

The people of Qingdao High School formed a circle one by one.

"It's coming!"

"I've seen it on TV, but I didn't expect to have the chance to see it."

"Yes, the slogan of the king."

Yukiichi was also standing in the middle of the line.

"Third grade is gone, and we're no longer kings. Most of the people standing here have never been in that arena, so let's take on the role of challengers. ”

After saying that, the people who had just entered the team were obviously relieved.

The name of the king is too heavy, how can they let go of their hands and feet when they fight with this name on their backs?

"Who are we?"

"King Qingdao."

"Who sweats more than anyone else?"

"Qingdao!"

"Who sheds more tears than anyone else?"

"Qingdao!"

"Are you ready to fight?"

Wow~~~

"With the dignity of the school, we have only one goal: to be number one in the country! Come on! ”

Oh oh oh !!!!oh oh

As the Seido High School players shouted, the audience shouted one by one. There was a huge cheer, and the stadium trembled.

Mukai Sun sneered.

"King, what a good opponent!"

The strongest pitchers of his generation absolutely have to teach these guys how to behave in minutes.

"Don't be in such a hurry, it's us who attack first."

Qian shook his head and stopped Xiangjing, who was already about to go crazy.

In the first half of the first game, Didong High School attacked first.

As soon as she walked onto the pitcher's mound, she felt that her shirt was soaked.

Alas~

It's such an environment that makes people feel unrefreshed.

"No. 1 is Tsuki Gu?"

The audience's voice was a little emotional, after all, the left throw performed well, and I thought he would be the trump card.

"This is a matter of course, after all, the entire Koshien has won twenty-seven strikeouts."

It's not a record, but it's a remarkable statistic.

Qingdao High School descended to Gu Xiao and guided the biggest wave of speedball wind in recent times.

As long as the ball is fast, no one can stop it?

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!"

"Strikeout!"

At the moment when Tsukiya Xiao threw the ball, the surrounding rain seemed to be washed away.

"Yikes!"

In the audience, a spectator almost groaned as he watched Xiao's pitch.

"As soon as I came up, I was in a good state."

"After all, I just won the back number, and it is understandable that the morale is like a rainbow."

Akira took a look at Sawamura in the cowshed.

I would never give up the Pitcher's Hill position to anyone!

"Boom!"

Like a living monster, the baseball roared like a living monster and rushed towards Yukichiya's open glove.

(To be continued.) )