Baseball is one-on-one, and it is generally a pitch duel. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But neither of them is a pitcher, so naturally there is no talk of pitching duels.

Luckily, this is the baseball practice hall.

You can do percussion practice here, and naturally you can use these things to duel.

"What's the fastest ball speed?"

Kaohsiung asked the boss with a big grin, he challenged, and of course he paid the money. This is actually to save face, he can't beat Yang Ping, what if Yang Ping is asked to pay, and Yang Ping runs away?

Man, big husband, head can be broken, blood can be shed, and face cannot be lost.

Kaohsiung is still very macho.

Yang Ping looked at everything in front of him indifferently, and he couldn't say whether he admired or despised Kaohsiung's youthful mentality. But it's a nostalgic feeling.

The battle of young people's will, even in his previous life, Yang Ping did not experience much.

"One hundred and thirty kilometers!"

Looking at the two children in front of him, the boss was dismissive. Dare to ask one hundred and three fast balls, they can hit one hundred and one ball speed is good.

Kaohsiung's own family knows about their own affairs. The ball speed of 13 is also a challenge for him.

However, he was already in his second year of middle school, and he could barely handle it. He believed that the stinky little devil in front of him might not even be able to deal with it.

Thinking about the scene where that little ghost couldn't touch the ball in a row, Kaohsiung felt that the evil breath in his heart could come out.

"Let's get a 13 ball speed, and see how many home runs we can hit alone."

A home run on the driving range is actually about hitting a gong on the opposite side, as long as it hits the gong and hits. The gong would naturally say, "Congratulations on hitting a home run!" ”

Shooting at the driving range is generally done to find form. A true master, except for this home run, dismisses hitting other positions.

Kaohsiung would say this because it looks like he's more of a master.

"Okay!"

Yang Ping readily agreed.

Thirty goals for one person, see how many home runs one person can hit.

"Whoosh!"

The baseball thrown from the pitching machine was so fast that even Kaohsiung couldn't help but be startled.

Their team's ace pitcher also has a ball speed of 13, why does he look like the senior is not as fast as the ball of the pitching machine?

And rightfully so. To say a person's ball speed is to say the fastest ball speed he can reach. But people are not machines, and it is impossible to throw their fastest ball speed all the time. Machines are different, and maintaining ball speed is just the most common thing for machines.

So fast!

So fast!

After two consecutive balls, Kaohsiung gradually found his form and began to be able to touch the ball.

Yang Ping's eyes lit up.

At that time, he was not the main force in Didong High School, but he had been promoted to the first army, and he did not watch the seniors practice on weekdays. Even in Didong High School, Kaohsiung has the level of a first army.

This beater is really good.

From the twelfth ball onwards, Kaohsiung's blow was able to touch the gong.

Until the end of the 30 balls, Kaohsiung hit the gong three times.

Although he hit three home runs in 30 balls, Kaohsiung was still excited. He felt like he was in great shape today!

His precious sister will definitely be impressed by his brother.

But I didn't want to, Phoenix Siyin, who was watching from the side, her eyes were about to turn to the sky, how could she have such an idiot brother.

"It's my turn."

Yang Ping took the bat and grinned at the place where he practiced batting.

"Whoosh!"

The baseball roared like a laser light, but Yang Ping's swing was relaxed and casual. Under his dynamic vision, the trajectory of the ball path is clear.

"Ping!"

The baseball was knocked out, and then it hit the gong hard.

"Congratulations, hit a home run!"

"Congratulations, hit a home run!"

"Congratulations, hit a home run!"

……

Twenty-nine rings, congratulations on hitting a home run.

Kaohsiung's shocked eyes were about to pop out.

This Nima is unreasonable, it is completely different from the script he had in mind.

"Ping!"

In the last ball, Yang Ping aimed at the gong and hit it fiercely.

This time there was no sound of a home run, and the gong was struck down by him. Bang~

That voice echoed in Kaohsiung's head for years.

It was only in the fall of that year that he found out who his opponent was.

The fifth batter of Teto Middle School, the strong batter of Tokyo's contemporaries, and one of the top five hitters in the country.

Yang Ping!

Now that we meet again, it's really fate.

Kaohsiung's eyes flashed with exuberant fighting spirit.

Continuing to choose to play baseball, he is looking forward to this day, looking forward to the day when he meets Yang Ping on the baseball field.

Come on, let him see the wielding of the top hitters in the country.

First Ball: The most tricky down-angle curl ball, even if you throw a good ball, it doesn't matter.

On the pitcher's mound, the pitcher who is a senior friend looks at his partner's code and nods secretly.

Being able to fight against a fighter like Yang Ping is also a long-awaited duel for him.

"Ahh

The moment the pitcher pitched, the pitcher's feeling suddenly changed.

Yang Ping in the strike zone seemed to be from an ancient desolate beast, exuding a terrifying aura all over his body.

Baseballs are like sticking to your fingers, you can't shoot them at all.

Can't be timid!!!

With his teeth biting his lips fiercely, the pitcher kept reminding himself of practicing pitching. He also endured all the hardships to stand in this place, and there was no reason to be so frightened by the beaters that he couldn't even pitch.

"Whoosh!"

Baseball roared out, but after the shot, both the pitcher and Kaohsiung were stunned.

Originally, the low-angle curved ball, why would it be thrown so high?

Under the pressure of Yang Ping's strong momentum, although the pitcher reluctantly threw the ball, his ball was no longer under his control.

Lost shots, to be precise, exploded shots. The baseball flies past three or four balls above the good ball belt.

In the strike zone, Yang Ping's eyes lit up.

It's rare for an opponent to have the courage to face him head-on, so he has to show something.

Otherwise, I'm sorry for the opponent's intentions.

"Boom!"

When swinging the stick, it has the sound of wind and thunder, and the entire strike area brings up a small whirlwind with Yang Ping's swing.

"Ping!"

After the baseball was hit, it flew far away.

The ball didn't fly high, because the ball was too high, and Yang Ping couldn't scoop the ball up, so he could only swing it flat.

However, the ball is very fast, and there is no slowing down in the process.

"Fly, fly out!"

An inch above the wall, Yang Ping's blow flew off the court.

"Two home runs!"

Qingdao High School has a two-point lead.

Yang Ping smiled lightly: "The thirtieth home run." ”

missed the shot, Yang Ping shot at the bad ball, and the baseball flew out!!

A series of changes, looking at Kaohsiung dumbfounded.

However, all the shocks were not as good as Yang Ping's last sentence, which surprised him even more.

"Thirtieth home run."

It turned out that he still remembered.