Chapter Eighty-Seven: Serial Heavy Artillery (Part 3)
"Boom!"
The bat waved, and the whole world seemed to be thrown out.
Despite having a two-goal lead, Fujita, who was in the position of Inagi Industrial catcher, was still scared out of a cold sweat.
Fighting such a monster is the most terrifying.
No matter what advantage you have, as long as you haven't completely dealt with him, he could send you to hell with a blow.
And now, this scene is playing out.
"Ping!"
The baseball, which was swept away, flew backwards at a faster speed than when it came.
In the face of a monster like Dongqingguo, it is impossible for Daocheng Industry not to prepare.
In fact, their outfielders have long since retreated.
In case the ball hits the back of the pitch, they can stop it.
But it couldn't be helped, the ball came so fast that the wilders didn't have time to react.
Before they could get to the baseball flight route, the baseball had passed through the space they were guarding and slammed into the fence.
The consequences of such a goal are not difficult to imagine.
Tanaka, who was originally at second base, ran back to home plate in one go and helped the team score the first point ahead.
The aggregate score became 1-0.
This is not the end, immediately after, Dongqingguo also ran past the first base.
The fielders of the Daocheng Industrial High School baseball team, although they tried their best to stop it, where could they stop it?
Before the baseball was passed back to second base, Dong Qingguo was already standing on the base bag of second base.
"Safety!"
The situation is still two outs, and there are people on second base.
The difference is that at this time, the Seido High School baseball team has already taken a one-point lead.
Yuki is at this time, standing on the strike zone.
In the stands, the fans of Qingdao were still roaring at their heart's content.
On the one hand, it is to win the first point, and on the other hand, it is also to cheer for Yuki.
"Yuuki! Yuuki !! ”
"Qingdao! Qingdao !! ”
In addition to these neat slogans, the orchestra and the beautiful cheerleaders were not idle.
They are all cheering for the players on the field in their own way.
The scene is so lively that even if the school has a celebration, it can't be compared.
It's amazing!
The atmosphere of the whole stadium, driven by the Qingdao fans, seems to have become another world.
The other side.
In the rest area of Daocheng.
They have a Mediterranean hairstyle overseer, it's really stupid.
Before the game, the players of the baseball team of Daocheng Industrial High School of course also made various predictions and plans.
I have considered all sorts of contingencies.
But the scene in front of them still caught them off guard.
They couldn't figure it out anyway, how did things get like this?
Qing Dao, who was not in their eyes before, when did he become so powerful?
"Overseer?"
The Minister of the 'Mediterranean' looked helplessly at the Guardian of the Friends of the Country.
In all the plans they made, they never imagined that the strength of the Qingdao High School baseball team would be so much stronger than them.
If things continue like this, then they probably will be really cold.
The scoring valve, once opened, is not so easy to close.
Friends of the country supervised, expressionless.
It gives the impression that it is not them who are lagging behind.
It was only after half a sound that he shook his neck, and there was another creaking sound.
The minister of Inagi originally thought that he was going to say something, and put on a posture of listening to him.
But in the end, the superintendent of Guoyou did not say a word.
I didn't give any instructions to the players on the field.
It seems that it is completely up to the players to handle it themselves.
"Overseer!"
Mr. Minister couldn't bear it anymore, and said directly: "If it doesn't work, you can change people, right?" ”
Guoyou didn't even move his head, just skimmed his eyeballs.
The minister of Daocheng, the words in his stomach disappeared at once, and he was silent.
"It's not time yet, let them continue to go crazy."
Unable to get any instructions from the overseer, Daocheng's surrender was somewhat apprehensive.
They thought the same as their own minister, and they also thought that it was time for their own supervision to take action at this time.
But instead of doing that, the overseer chose to trust them and let them get through the crisis on their own.
It's a pretty good feeling.
Fujita in the catcher position pondered and decisively typed the code.
After losing a point, they didn't hold back, and they still faced each other head-on.
Ximen Temple on the pitcher's mound, after nodding slightly, decisively threw the ball.
"Whoosh!"
The small white ball flew straight in front of Yuuki's chest like a sharp arrow.
Yuuki in the strike zone looked at the baseball less than five centimeters from his chest, and didn't move.
"Smack..."
"Bad ball!"
Fujita, who was in the position of the catcher, saw this scene, and felt that there was no place in his liver, spleen, stomach and kidneys that did not hurt.
It's so sad!
Tetsuya Yuuki's waiting posture is simply too sad.
You know, Ximen Temple is not a person who controls the ball very well, although they were careful with the ball just now, there is still a certain probability that it will be smashed directly on Yuuki.
But in the face of this kind of ball, Tetsuya Yuki didn't take a step back.
It feels like even if the ball hits him, he won't take a step back.
The horizontal ones are afraid of being stunned, and the stunned ones are afraid of dying.
Yuuki's way of waiting for the ball is not fatal.
Unless the people of Daocheng Industry really plan to throw a touch ball, they can't throw a dangerous inside corner like this.
And Yuki didn't retreat a single step just now.
In this way, it is impossible to find where his flaws are.
It seems that no matter which position, no matter what angle.
As long as the ball is thrown into the good belt, he can hit it.
If it goes on like this, you can't play at all.
Fujita was very helpless, so he could only give the Ximen Temple on the pitcher's hill a code for the decisive goal.
At this time, there is no point in escaping, and they can only choose a head-to-head duel.
Fortunately, as long as they win Yuki's number of outs, their situation will be much better in the future.
Come on!
Fujita spreads his gloves.
The Ximen Temple on the pitcher's mound did not hesitate and threw the baseball in his hand very decisively.
"Whoosh!"
Watching the baseball fly over, Yuuki, who had been motionless like a sculpture, suddenly moved.
His body is like a natural disaster, and he doesn't see any threat when he doesn't move.
As soon as he moved, a small tornado blew over the entire strike zone.
"Ping!"
The bat struck the baseball, and the white ball made a perfect arc and fell directly behind the third baseman.
"Smack..."
The moment the baseball hit the ground, everyone already knew the result.
Tetsuya Yuuki, as good as ever, helped his team to a second point ahead.
As soon as the game opened, Seido High School not only perfectly held Inagi's offensive.
While they were still on the attack, they took a two-point lead in one go.
Playing against Daocheng, such a perfect start, Qingdao has not encountered it for many years.
They're lucky, but more importantly, they're strong!
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