"Good ball, good ball, good ball, strikeout!"

The core of Didong High School hit the line, one was killed, and two were strikeouts. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Three up, three down!

As the saying goes, hitting people doesn't slap their faces, and exposing people doesn't expose their shortcomings.

Gu Xiao didn't think about this, he was unceremonious, and without hesitation, he slapped Di Dong four times.

The fans of Didong High School, who were originally passionate and generous, were stunned one by one.

In stark contrast to the cheerleaders of Qingdao, they do everything they do.

Ace pitcher, Akatsuki Valley!

At this moment, it is like a king who reigns over the world.

Even Yang Ping, who has always been more strict in evaluation, has to admit that the strength of Gu Xiao is really amazing.

It was not easy for Sawamura to snatch the back number of the trump card from him.

In the second half of the fourth inning, Qingdao High School attacked.

The third stick, catcher, Miyuki Kazuya.

Both teams hit two hits, and because of Yang Ping's home run, Qingdao was one point ahead of Didong.

"Whether Xiangjing-san can withstand the test of Qingdao depends on this game."

The reporters couldn't help but put their waists up, and then turned on all the camera equipment.

The final trend of the game may be revealed soon.

Miyuki stood in the strike zone, feeling a little unhappy.

He doesn't like to be a starter, after all, his striking is characterized by relying on data to guess the opponent's ball. If there is no one on the base to start, then the opponent's ball distribution is completely confusing.

"Good ball, good ball!"

With two good balls in a row, it is obvious that Didong's shooting partner also realizes that the more balls he throws, the more unfavorable it will be for himself.

Miyuki smiled bitterly, he hated this kind of pitcher who actively strives for good balls. Because this kind of pitcher generally relies on his own pitching characteristics, rather than relying on the matching ball to solve the hitter.

Now he can think of at least three or four ways to pitch the ball, so how can he aim and hit?

If you can't aim accurately, you can only gamble, Yuxing gambled, and the bet was lost.

"Ping!"

The baseball was knocked out and the infield rolled the earth.

Mukai Suns picked up the ball and passed it to first base.

"Out!"

He stuck out his tongue and looked smug to the well.

Do you think I can't do anything about you?

"The fourth stick, stalwarts, Yang Ping."

When Yang Ping stood on the pitcher's hill, the entire court was lifted to the climax.

The real meat drama is coming, now let's see if Xiang Jing can think of a way to deal with Yang Ping.

"Do you want to escort it?"

Akiko Owada consulted her predecessor Fujio.

Fujifu shook his head: "It shouldn't be, with Yang Ping's speed, it is extremely troublesome to get on base." ”

With two outs, no one dares to guarantee whether Yang Ping can run back to home plate.

Here it comes!

Catcher Qian and Mukai Sun were shocked at the same time.

In Qingdao, which is as strong as a cloud, Yang Ping is also different.

One of the top fighters in the country.

What an adversary that makes people's blood boil!

For the first time, Mukai did not look at Yang Ping with the eyes of a friend, but regarded him as an opponent who must be surpassed.

"Whoosh!"

The baseball is thrown from the left side to the inside corner of the diagonal.

Even if Yang Ping is against this ball, it is not easy to swing the bat.

"Smack!"

Baseball falls into a dry glove.

"Good shot!"

The referee's verdict did not surprise Yang Ping, but he was still very uncomfortable. This ball is a standard bad ball if you look at it alone.

In terms of disrupting the batter's vision, Mukai's three-dimensional pitching is obviously much better than just ball control.

But in Yang Ping's eyes, this had no effect at all.

Once the ball is good, he will never let it go.

Sure enough, three-dimensional pitching was of no use to Yang Ping.

The dry face is extremely dignified.

In that case, let's use the ball power to suppress him.

Mukai Sun also sneered, he has not only honed three-dimensional pitching over the years.

"Whoosh!"

The baseball roared in, and this ball was not a three-dimensional shot, but an ordinary low ball.

Screwball!

The changes in the ball path, Yang Ping saw it clearly.

Come on!

The bat in his hand roared out.

"Ping!"

As soon as the bat touched the baseball, Yang Ping noticed the weirdness. The strength of this ball is completely different from the previous force.

Even the body and arms immediately changed direction.

"Out of bounds!"

The baseball was beaten out of bounds by Yang Ping.

Qian looked at Yang Ping in surprise, just like looking at a baby panda.

This guy can temporarily adjust the direction of his swing?

Are you sure you're really human?

Although Yang Ping was startled by this goal, he himself was not comfortable.

The number of balls is two good and zero bad.

Yang Ping was chased by Xiang Jing.

"Whew~"

With a long breath, Yang Ping's eyes were cold.

At this time, he also knew that Xiang Jing was different from the Xiang Jing just now.

However, Qiuwei is not Mukai's specialty, and Yang Ping does not think that Xiangjing's pitching can exceed his expectations.

At this time, Qian and Xiangjing had the same mind.

The net has been cast, and the next thing is to wait for the fish to throw themselves into the net.

"Whoosh!"

The baseball was whistling, and in Yang Ping's eyes, this ball was so ordinary.

A straight ball on the low ball road?

Although he had doubts in his heart, Yang Ping trusted his judgment more.

It's a straight ball on a low pitch.

The bat in his hand roared out. Yang Ping is confident that this ball will be blown directly off the field.

"Ping!"

The baseball was knocked out, but it didn't fly far and landed in the infield.

The ball just landed on the ground!

It's not a quick finger fork, it's just that the ball is halfway through, the power is exhausted, and it falls to the ground.

What a terrible ball control!

He was amazed in his heart, but Yang Ping didn't care about admiring Xiangjing at this time, he wanted to run the base.

A few years ago.

The two little kids stood up.

"That's Uchino hit."

"Absolutely ban out!"

After the ball landed, the shortstop Saburo Ono quickly appeared in front of the baseball and grabbed the baseball directly in his hand.

Yang Ping is still five meters away from the first base.

"Smack!"

The baseball was passed to the first baseman's glove by Ono, and Yang Ping simultaneously boarded the first base.

The linesman was stunned for a long time, hesitating and tangling for a long time.

"Out!"

Yang Ping returned to the cowshed in Qingdao with an ugly face.

On the pitcher's mound, Mukai Sun's face was ruddy.

Sure enough, I won!

Infield Block Ball!

"Fifth baseman, first baseman, Kenta Maezono."

"Good ball, good ball, good ball, strikeout."

The audience at the scene had not yet reacted, and Mukai Sun had already won the last number of outs.

Three outs, offense and defense exchanged.

At this time, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the game had to be suspended.

In the press box.

"With such heavy rain, the game should be stopped, right?"

Owada Akiko said suspiciously.

"With such a point difference, you have to play at least the seventh game. Otherwise, the game will never be stopped. In addition, it is not possible to choose a date, after all, the time for the match is very tight. As long as the rain doesn't get heavier, this game is bound to continue. ”

Fujio shook his head and reasoned about it.

Sure enough, the game did not end, everyone waited for the rain to light down and then competed again.

At this time, in the audience, a blonde boy stood up.

"I'm going to buy a drink."

Beside him, a friend who came with him hurriedly caught up with him.

"I'll go with you." (To be continued.) )