"If you want to watch the game together, get on the bus in the back now."

The players of the first army sit alone in a bus. For the rest of the players, if they want to go to the game together, the school will also help arrange bus transfers.

"I'm going!"

"I'll go too!!"

For such an opportunity, the freshmen will naturally not miss it.

There are many benefits to being able to watch the game, they can observe the style of Qingdao up close, and they can also verify the strength of the seniors by the way.

Those seniors stood there one by one, like role models and benchmarks.

If they want to move up the ranks, this is the competitor they have to beat.

With this in mind, of course, the young players want to watch the game.

As for those second- and third-year players, they already have an absolute sense of belonging to Seido High School. Even if you can't play, it's better to cheer on the players in the stands.

Hula, a group of people hugged the bus.

One car couldn't sit down, so the team specially arranged two buses to pick them up. In addition to the players on the team, there are also cheerleaders and orchestras.

In the early days of the tournament, teams don't usually ask cheerleaders and orchestras to help. But in the later stages of the tournament, even after entering Koshien.

Cheerleaders have become indispensable.

Unlike these people who are in a hurry to get on the bus, there is a stubborn figure who runs counter to everyone.

He dragged two tires and ran silently on the course.

The bus on which the main force of the First Army was sitting had not yet opened at this time.

Superintendent Kataoka looked at the stubborn figure through his sunglasses, thinking about what Ochiai had told him.

Ochiai, Rei Takashima, Zhang Han, Miyuki......

Some of them made it clear to themselves, and some of them knocked on the side.

They are very optimistic about this teenager!

This guy may have other talents besides what he saw......

In the past, there were very few players in the Seido High School baseball team who could influence so many people.

Maybe it's time to talk to him.

The bus slowly drove out of the school gate, and Ping An also retracted his gaze.

Zhang Han is the same.

It was hard for him not to pay attention to the newcomer, who had been depressed when he had just been punished. At that time, some friends even bet that he might soon quit the team.

Now half a month has passed, and the other party has no intention of quitting the team. On the contrary, his originally lowered head, I don't know when it started, has been raised.

"Funny guy!"

It's not just Zhang Han who feels it, in fact, there are many people in the team who feel it.

The most obvious example is that no one is saying that the teenager will quit the team anymore. Not only that, but people who originally liked to ridicule him are now not in mockery mode.

It's not half a month, and those who mock people feel bored.

It's people who work hard, and they simply don't have the means to mock.

After Zhang Han retracted his gaze, he fell into deep thought.

He learned a lot from that first-grader.

It also reminded him of himself.

The other party's goal is determined, and now he is desperately moving towards the goal.

Even if he is not even a player of the three armies now, his body is also shining.

That's the light of effort, that's the light of sweat in pursuit of goals, effort, and sweat.

What about himself?

What kind of person does he want to be in the future?

Zhang Han's personality is somewhat casual. Basically what did the Kataoka supervisor and the coaches of the coaching staff ask him to do? And so he did.

Never thought of anything else.

Fortunately, both Kataoka and the coaches of the coaching staff are very professional, so Zhang Han's progress is very fast, and he has even become a well-known baseball star.

But what next?

Do you want to continue your education in the future, or do you aim to play professional baseball?

Is it to be a pitcher? Or is it just a strong stick?

Zhang Han is more mature than his peers because of his family relationship. But after all, he was only a teenager who had just turned sixteen, and it was still too early to think about the path he would take in his life in the future.

At least Zhang Han didn't think about anything so far-reaching before. His only obsession at the beginning was to work hard to make money, so that he and his family would no longer worry about money.

Now it looks like his goal has been achieved.

The school's scholarship, plus some of his income from covering covers, is enough for him to support his family.

He himself is not a person who has supreme pursuit of material life.

So what's next?

What do you want to do?

I still hope to play baseball!

Rather than continuing his studies, Zhang Han obviously hopes to take off in the world of baseball.

Strong batter is what he has always pursued, and he is unwilling to give up on pitching. Although it may be a little harder, Zhang Han still plans to practice throwing the ball on the basis of not delaying his swinging practice.

No matter what the future achievements are, this is what he likes after all and he is not willing to give up.

After figuring it out, Zhang Han's face showed a relaxed expression.

Academics should also be continued.

Any exercise is to eat young, if you live a hundred and twenty-three, the remaining two-thirds of your life, you can't just look back on your first 1/3 of your life, right?

If you continue your studies, you may be able to do more meaningful things in the future. It's just that compared to baseball, academic things are destined to be secondary.

A person's energy is limited, and it is impossible to put all of it into it. Fortunately, mental exercise and physical exercise do not overlap so much.

Even if it is delayed a little, it will not be delayed too much.

Just when Zhang Han figured it out, Superintendent Kataoka sat down beside him.

"Overseer?"

Zhang Han looked puzzled.

The overseer is notoriously strict. I usually only sit in my own exclusive seat, and I never go to the area where the runners stay at the back of the bus.

At this time, the friends on the bus watched one by one, with curious looks on their faces.

Inspector Kataoka glanced at him sternly, and the guys fled one by one.

They all honestly turned their heads and pretended not to see.

It felt like they wanted to plug their ears.

This time, Zhang Han was even more puzzled.

"Are you back to pitching practice?"

"Listen to the doctor, I rested for two weeks, and I started to resume practicing the day before yesterday, but I didn't shoot much every time!"

Zhang Han said with a weak heart.

Without the permission of Superintendent Kataoka, he started practicing privately, which is unreasonable.

Fortunately, Superintendent Kataoka didn't hold on to this matter.

"What's the ball speed? How does it feel to be in possession of the ball? ”

Zhang Han felt his little heart pounding.

If he can't hear what it means, then he can buy two taels of tofu and kill himself.

"I didn't really practice pitching, but I was doing other basic pitching exercises a while ago, including arm swings. Ball speed shouldn't have much of an impact! ”

"Have you tested it?"

"There wasn't a test, but Ono took it. In his words, the speed is not slow! ”

Hiroshi Ono was Zhang Han's former teammate and partner in Matsukata, and the two had an excellent personal relationship.

Now Ono has been promoted to the Second Army and is one of the main catchers of the Second Army.

"What about ball control?"

"It's still a bit inconsistent, but it's okay to shoot a good ball."

Zhang Han's words have been said very clearly. Compared to when he was training in winter, he can't say how much his strength has improved now, but he will never fall.

Superintendent Kataoka nodded and stood up.

Zhang Han's gaze was a little more gloomy.

Again, there's no chance......

"I don't need to play this game today, have a good rest at night and be ready to pitch tomorrow."

Zhang Han felt that his heart suddenly came to life again.

He looked at Kataoka gratefully, but only saw Kataoka's tall back.

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