Zhang Han struck into a palace sound, and completely hyped up today's game, the showdown in the last game, to a climax.

The fans in the stands were very excited.

"Nine! It's already nine......"

"What nine?"

Some fans, because they have been watching the game intently, have not paid attention to some important information at all.

The fan who was the first to speak raised his hand triumphantly and compared a number nine.

"Zhang Hanjun, he, has won nine strikeouts so far."

Compared with the twelve strikeouts won by Cheng Gongming, Zhang Han's strikeouts do not seem to be very many.

Some people may think, is it really necessary for everyone to stand on the same court and compete, so publicly?

But all those who think so must not understand the situation.

So far, Narumiya has been pitching from the beginning, and has won a full twenty-four outs so far.

Of these, twelve were strikeouts, and the remaining twelve were taken down with the help of his teammates.

The probability of winning strikeouts is about 50 percent, which is already very, very amazing.

But Zhang Han is different, Zhang Han only stood on the pitcher's hill in the sixth inning, and he was ordered to be in danger.

Not only faced the core hitter of the Baseball Team of Inagi Industrial High School, but there were also people on the base pack at that time.

Not only did he manage to defuse the crisis, but he also scored nine outs.

Now it's ten outs, and out of those ten, he has only one, and he relies on the help of his teammates to win the number of outs.

The remaining nine, he basically relied on this to perfectly defuse the attack of the baseball team of Daocheng Industrial High School.

All the hitters, all strikeouts.

Ninety percent probability.

This probability alone is enough to make people stunned.

It's no wonder that those supporters of the Qingdao High School baseball team are so excited.

Of course, they want more than that. They hope that Zhang Han can win a double-digit strikeout in this game.

With such a record, this game will definitely be recorded and become a classic.

Not a classic of batting, but a classic of pitching.

"Sixth baseman, first baseman, Ryo Yamaoka."

Next to stand in the strike zone is the sixth baseball team of Inagi Industrial High School, Yamaoka Riku.

This guy deliberately drank a two-liter bucket of mineral water before going on the field to strike. So much so that his whole person looked even bigger than usual.

Even while waiting for the blow, Yamaoka Lu's eyes never left Zhang Han.

Seeing that Narumu Cheng Gong swung his stick at the last moment, Yamaoka Lu's eyes flickered slightly.

Cheng Gongming's intuition was already very famous as early as when he was in middle school. If he's in good shape, there's almost no ball he can't hit.

There is a very important reason why he was promoted to the core position of the team's fifth baseman by the Guoyou Supervisor, which is because the Guoyou Supervisor is full of expectations for his intuition.

And this point, other Daocheng industrial players are also convinced.

But this is such Cheng Gongming, at the last moment of the duel with Zhang Han, he didn't even touch the ball?

This doesn't make sense!

Very, very unreasonable.

Although he couldn't figure out what was going on, Yamaoka Lu believed that there must be something in it that he didn't know.

So when he strikes, he is very careful.

The first two goals, not even shots.

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!!"

Staring at the big eyes like copper bells, Shangang Lu didn't see what was wrong with Zhang Han's pitching.

From his point of view, although the speed of the baseball is fast, the path of the ball is clear.

It's just a normal straight ball.

It stands to reason that as long as their swing speed keeps up with the baseball, they should be able to hit the ball.

Yamaoka carried the bat behind his back and struck with all his might.

Here it comes!

"Whew!"

The baseball in Zhang Han's hand was like a dazzling white light, which instantly appeared in front of the hitter.

Yamaoka Lu, who has undergone special training for ball bowling machines before, is not so much suppressed by such ball speed. He spotted the flying baseball and decisively waved the bat in his hand.

Pregnant!

From Yamaoka's point of view, he almost saw his bat touching a baseball.

In this way, even if he misses the center of the ball, he can rely on brute force to force the baseball out of the air.

But just as the bat was about to hit the baseball, the white baseball disappeared again.

"Smack!"

"Good shot!"

"Strikeout!!"

After observing the two balls, Yamaoka Lu, who planned and then moved, was solved.

Zhang Han scored the 10th strikeout, refreshing his strikeout in today's game to double digits.

The fans in the stands, especially the young ladies at the front, danced with excitement, as if they were the ones who won this dazzling record.

Of course, it's not surprising that they would have such thoughts.

After all, as fans, they are entitled to share the glory of their idols.

Two outs, no one on base.

The Qingdao High School baseball team only needs to win one more game to complete their guarding duties.

At this time, Daocheng Industry also seemed to have given up its plan to continue the offensive.

The next hitter they played directly put on a short fight.

In the case that he has been out twice and no one has yet reached base, the opponent is not the kind of player like Carl Ross.

He chose to play short, that is, in order to help the team regain a little face, interrupting Zhang Han's strikeouts.

But unfortunately, although his idea is good, it is not so easy to actually do.

Zhang Han threw the ball he wanted twice in a row, and at this time, he was in a mess in good shape.

He's got to throw a few more shots and remember that feeling, to remember it firmly.

Let this feeling become a part of his body, so that when he throws the ball in the future, he can use it smoothly.

"Come on!"

Although the batter poses for a short hit, it is easier to observe the changes in baseball.

But Zhang Han finally found his senses, and if he didn't take advantage of the pitching time to hone more, he didn't know when he would really master it next time.

This opportunity cannot be missed.

Yu Xing gave Zhang Han a code very decisively, waiting for him to throw the baseball in his hand.

"Whew!"

Baseball came to the hitters almost instantly.

Playing the seventh stick of Inagi, he looked at the rapidly approaching baseball, and his eyes were full of doubts.

Why?

They have all given up on attacking, and the players of the Qingdao High School baseball team are still not relenting.

Why do you have to go all out when he puts on a short fight!

As a result, the speed of the baseball was so fast that although he saw the trajectory of the baseball's flight, it was too late for him to adjust the bat.

"Smack!"

"Good shot!"

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