Chapter 10: Poverty Limits My Imagination

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Han and they have been joining the team for more than two weeks.

In the past two weeks, they have lived quite abundantly, sweating every day when they practice.

Compared to those who can only do basic exercises and can't even touch the ball. Zhang Han and the four of them are relatively lucky, at least they can touch the ball.

It's just that in this process, they are inevitably crushed by the seniors of the Second Army.

This crushing mainly comes from two aspects, on the one hand, physical strength, and on the other hand, the amount of food.

These seniors don't know what kind of practice they have gone through in the past year or two. All of them are very strong, and they are a little inhuman.

Even Zhang Han, who trains in a wealthy club, is difficult to keep up with their training intensity for a while.

And then there's the amount of food!

This is one of the more distressing things, at the door of the baseball club's dedicated cafeteria, there is a line of large letters.

Meals must be more than three bowls!

In this regard, Zhang Han was quite speechless. Not everyone is a rice bucket, and not everyone has that much to eat.

It is mandatory to eat more than three bowls, and it is also supervised by Junsenior Izagashiki in the second grade.

Izaki Jun is the second army fielder with a mustache, and the whole person looks fierce and vicious, like a bad boy.

Originally, the freshmen were nervous when facing their seniors. When facing Jun Izagi, they felt even more uncomfortable.

I couldn't eat it in the first place, and now I can't swallow it.

Miyuki is more slippery, and often pours his own food to a contestant named Maezoen.

Maezono is also a newcomer, and it has a strong presence among newcomers. It's not that his skills are commendable, the main thing is that this guy can eat, and he is the only player among the newcomers who can eat four bowls.

Another point is that this person is more passionate and has a strong leading role in the new students.

Zhang Han also felt that the three bowls of rice were a little unbearable, and he had always felt that his digestive system was quite good.

Now, I don't dare to play that kind of guarantee.

I can't eat it!

It lasted for nearly two weeks before his stomach adjusted to the heaviness of the food.

The more you eat, the more calories you get. In order not to let his figure get out of shape, Zhang Han practiced swinging for an extra hour every day.

It is good to consume the excess calories cleanly.

Otherwise, he is afraid that he will not only grow to more than 1.8 meters tall, but also weigh more than 100 kilograms.

On the other hand, the Qingdao High School baseball team won one after another.

This was told to him by Gao Junming, a senior in the third grade of the same dormitory in Sawamura.

Gao Jun is a substitute member of the First Army, with the number 15.

The team made it to the quarter-finals and will next meet one of the giants in Nishitokyo, the city's top three.

For this match, the team takes it very seriously.

Not only was the first army very actively prepared, but even the slogans of the cheerleaders of the second army and the third army were specially rehearsed.

"Is it necessary to engage in such a big battle?"

Kuramochi-san, it's a little hard to understand this.

In the previous competition, although the school will also organize players from the second and third armies to watch it. But it's basically voluntary, it's not mandatory, and there's no special training.

How can this time be so positive today?

"Qingdao, City University. You can think of Real Madrid and Barcelona as if they were a rivalry between mortal enemies. ”

In the same area, they are all wealthy.

Is it strange that the relationship between the two teams can be good?

They are sworn enemies every year, and every year they compete for the only Koshien spot.

Compared with the up-and-coming Daocheng, the grievances between Qingdao High School and the junior of the city college can even be traced back to decades ago.

Not only are their players competitors, but also their fans, seniors who have graduated from the school, and alumni.

Including their families, supporters.

They don't like each other.

In normal times, it may be a good colleague, a classmate with whom you have a good relationship, or even a close lover.

Once the two teams meet together, then the blood flow without fighting each other is already a credit to Tokyo's relatively sound legal system.

It's a bit of an exaggeration, but that's pretty much it.

Today's match between Qingdao and the third year of the city university is full of this tension.

Zhang Han and the others rarely sit with the freshmen of the same class now. They basically stayed in the team of the Second Army, and after more than two weeks of running-in, the players of the Second Army basically accepted their existence.

This kind of recognition, of course, is won by their strength.

"Senior Minato, why didn't you join the first army?"

For others, Kuramochi can understand.

But every day he practices with Ryosuke Kominato, he really feels that Ryosuke Kominato's strength is stronger than many seniors in the First Army.

Although Superintendent Kataoka is a little cruel, he still has a good eye, so he can't see it, right?

This question, in exchange for a cold look from Ryosuke Kominato.

He smiled and asked Kurachi.

"Do you have any comments?"

It can be seen that although he doesn't say it, he himself has a lot of unhappiness in his heart.

Zhang Han saw that these two people were together, and immediately hid away.

These two guys are too troublesome, and he can't afford to mess with any of them.

The school specially found three buses to pull the players and cheerleaders to Hachioji Stadium, where the competition was held.

Gratuitous!

It is worthy of being a private aristocratic school, with the atmosphere of local tyrants everywhere.

makes Zhang Han often sigh that Qingdao is really rich.

Originally, Zhang Han thought that these buses were temporarily rented, but when he heard the team's noble sister mention it, he realized that poverty seriously limited his imagination.

The whole school has more than a dozen buses. There are three of them exclusively for the baseball club alone.

The rest can be used for other clubs or school activities.

When he heard the news, Zhang Han's mouth could swallow the egg with his mouth open.

"What about the usual times?"

"It's in the school parking lot."

Zhang Han deeply felt that he didn't understand the world of local tyrants at all.

By the time they arrived at Hachioji Stadium, the bus from the city's junior high school had also arrived.

For today's opponent, Zhang Han's feeling in his heart is quite special.

"Do you regret that you almost became the opposite player?"

Takashima Li didn't know when, came behind Zhang Han, and quietly asked in his ear.

The aroma wafting over blew the broken hair in Zhang Han's ears.

He turned his head and looked at Rei Takashima seriously: "I'll make them regret it!"

After finishing speaking, he nodded at Takashima Rei, walked a few steps, and caught up with the little friend in front of him.

"Tokyo Wild Ball Spring Tournament, 1/4 Finals, Match 2. Nishitokyo Seido High School competes in the city's junior high school competition, and it officially begins! ”

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