Chapter 131: Yang Ping's Heavy Artillery! (6th Update)

In the bottom half of the sixth inning, no one was out, and no one was on base. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"The third stick, Catcher, Miyuki-san."

At this time, Miyuki went to the strike zone, and almost at the same time, Yakushi High School requested a replacement.

Outfielder Hideto Azawa and pitcher Sanada switched places.

"It's moving so fast!"

In the cowshed of Seido High School, Coach Ochiai pinched the mustache on his chin and groaned.

Although Sanada is very good, he was able to deal with Kuramochi and Kominato cleanly before. But it was very obvious that his ability ended there, and there was nothing to see if it continued.

Having said that, it is absolutely impossible to replace a pitcher who is in good shape without hesitation, and the coach who makes a substitution is not decisive.

Boom Thunder, it seems that his talent in baseball is not only physical, but also very good at coaching baseball.

"There's nothing to say about this, substitution is always a double-edged sword, whether it's beneficial to others or self-interest, has not really been verified, and no one knows."

Superintendent Kataoka, wearing sunglasses, said coolly.

Coach Ochiai glanced at the superintendent, and felt a little powerless to complain in his heart. He actually understood why Superintendent Kataoka had so much confidence, because the next hitters of Qingdao were Miyuki and Yang Ping.

With the two of them on the field to directly face An Zexiu, who had just played, it was really a good choice.

It's not wrong for Yakushi High School to be surprised, but they also want to see who they are surprised by, and maybe they will shoot themselves in the foot.

"Ping!"

After Ahn Taek-so came on the stage, his fans were very crazy and screamed in a cheering and screaming. An Zexiu successfully solved Miyuki.

Miyuki hit an infield rebound ball, which was caught by Thunder City and passed to first base.

"Out."

When he came back, he happened to be on the opposite side of Yang Ping.

"I said senior, you should also practice hard, when there is no one on the base, how to fight? Professional teams still attach great importance to data, and they rely on the success rate of hits on the base. Those misers can't pay you too much. ā€

After listening to Yang Ping's sarcasm, Yu Xing didn't care at all.

"I'm not you, big star!"

Cut~

Yang Ping snorted coldly and separated from Yu Xing.

Speaking of which, he is really kind, and it is difficult for Miyuki to eat on a professional team if he only relies on the success rate of hits on the base. In professional teams, data is very important, and although the success rate of hitting people on the base is also counted, it is not one of the main data.

What is the main data, the main data is the data that you can take and talk to the boss about money.

In the face of Yang Ping's sarcasm, Yu Xing also happily returned the color, I can't do it, you have the ability, you are a big star.

"Then I'll call you!"

As long as you are a human being, you will inevitably be arrogant, and Yang Ping is the same. Although his mental age is already over thirty, this enthusiasm has never disappeared from Yang Ping's heart.

In the first place, he chose baseball without hesitation. It's because it can bring him a long-lost heartbeat in this sport.

Now, his heart has already beaten, not only his heart, but also the blood vessels, pores, and cells of his whole body are trembling with excitement.

Yang Ping himself can't say why, why he attaches so much importance to the duel with An Zexiu.

But there is no doubt that Yang Ping attaches great importance to this duel in his heart, and he attaches more importance to it than he imagined.

"I'll just wait and see, what kind of surprise can you bring me? Anze! ā€

Standing in the strike zone, Yang Ping's eyes were extremely cold and indifferent.

At this moment, Yang Ping no longer feels like a flesh-and-blood human being, but like an awe-inspiring god.

On the pitcher's mound, An Zexiu's face flushed.

In his heart, he is also looking forward to this showdown. Countless midnight dreams are all exactly the same scene.

This scene is in the Major League Soccer, he and Yang Ping each represent a team, and they are playing a matchup.

There will always be one or two people in every athlete's heart, and the purpose of these two people is not to be surpassed, but the road ahead of them. Because their role is to guide the master forward.

Of course, An Zexiu also has such an existence in his heart, that is Yang Ping, and Yang Ping is the goal that An Zexiu will never surpass in his heart.

Even though he knew that he might not be able to surpass it for the rest of his life, he still continued to move forward towards Yang Ping's continuous efforts.

Today, he finally got another chance to stand on the same stage as Yang Ping. Let's have a real showdown.

"I'm not going to lose!"

Before pitching, An Zexiu deliberately strengthened his heart. He has to be firm in his ideas, so that in the process of the duel, no accidents will happen.

"I won't lose either!"

Yang Ping didn't say a word to An Zexiu throughout the whole process, but the moment An Zexiu picked up the baseball, Yang Ping felt An Zexiu's tough heart and attitude in a trance.

He wants a head-to-head duel without flinching!

"As long as you are willing to die, I am willing to bury."

Yang Ping didn't really care about Ahn Zexiu's thoughts.

In Yang Ping's view, his only goal now is to help the team score points, and if he can completely defeat An Zexiu with this swing, it would be ideal.

"Whoosh!"

No matter what ordeal you go through. How much psychological struggle, what should come is still coming, and the baseball in An Zexiu's hand roared out.

The baseball was so fast, it was like a laser that stuck into the catcher's glove.

However, in Yang Ping's eyes, this ball did not reach the level that surprised him.

In Yang Ping's world, the trajectory, speed, and spin of the ball are all clear.

To be honest, if Ahn Zexiu's pitching is compared with him before, it is still a lot of progress.

It can even be said that there is a leap forward in growth!

Deservedly one of the top pitchers in the country.

An Zexiu is such an existence, perfect and powerful.

But in Yang Ping's eyes, his pitching was incomparable to Cheng Gongming's before.

Cheng Gongming's is not much different from An Zexiu, and it is even one or two kilometers weaker than An Zexiu.

But even so, the pitching of the two is very different. An Zexiu's pitching is like throwing in a ball bowling machine, although it is accurate, but it has no breath of life.

Cheng Gong Ming is different, in Cheng Gong Ming's pitching is contained in a very strong vitality. This vitality cannot even be summed up in words......

"Cut!"

Yang Ping even snorted coldly in disappointment, and then waved the bat in his hand mercilessly.

"Ping!"