"The Overseer asked me to tell you that this game will not replace you."

Yamanaka, who was in charge of the herald, said to Tanba.

Tanba, who originally thought that he might be insulated from the pitcher, seemed to come back to life after hearing these words.

He looked at the lounge area in disbelief.

Did such words really come out of the mouth of the overseer?

Superintendent Kataoka was expressionless.

Ochiai sat in the back, sulking with his thumb and forefinger between the mustache on his chin.

It's so capricious!

Kataoka doesn't look like a supervisor at all, but rather like an immature player.

In this case, how can you still be so capricious? Could it be that he has already given up on this year's Kanto Conference?

In order to cultivate the team's trump card, it doesn't seem unreasonable to give up the Kanto Tournament, which is not very important.

But is that trump card of Pitcher Hill really worth it?

Ochiai was skeptical.

"If the principal or the board blames, I won't intercede for you."

Ochiai thought about it.

Although this is not a good thing for the entire Seido High School baseball team.

But for himself, it's not necessarily a bad thing. If Kataoka insists on going his own way, he will suffer a big loss this time and offend the principal and the board of directors.

Even if he is the overseer of the Qingdao High School lineage, it is very likely that he will be replaced later. If he is replaced, he may be able to become the overseer of this team.

The little ninety-nine in Coach Ochiai's heart is destined to fail.

Tanba, who was already on the verge of collapse, squeezed out his last physical strength because of the trust of Superintendent Kataoka, and threw a ball that was in good shape.

"Ping!"

Although the ball was still played, the hitter did not play well.

The ball is missed.

Yuki ran out of bounds and took the ball that fell into his glove.

"Smack!"

"Out!"

Three outs, offense and defense exchanged.

Tanba, who returned to the rest area, stood in front of Kataoka with a look of shame.

"I'm sorry!"

Chris looked at Tambo, who was drooping his head, and couldn't bear it, so he took the initiative to stand up.

"The ball speed is a little bit slow, but the overall pitching is not too much of a problem. In terms of pitching performance alone, I think Tanba is okay with his pitching. As for why he was beaten out continuously? There are two main reasons, on the one hand, they have become accustomed to Tanba's pitching, and on the other hand, because ......"

Chris took a deep look at his opponent and couldn't say his last words.

But even if he didn't say it, everyone could understand it.

Shonan School Park doesn't look like some second-grade baseball players.,But the strength is really not bad!

"Now is not the time to talk about that, let's talk about it at the review meeting after the game. Now our goal is to find a way to turn the game around. ”

Chased by his opponent for four points in a row, Superintendent Kataoka didn't seem to be affected much, but instead commanded the players to continue the fight with enthusiasm and generosity.

"Yes!"

The beaters of the Qingdao High School baseball team are gearing up one by one.

They're not going to let the game end like that.

But the reality turned out to be very cruel.

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!!"

"Strikeout!!"

"Strikeout!!

The ninth bat, including the first bat, includes Kurachi, who hit the first bat.

Strikeouts successively.

By the end of the game, Aoki, who had pitched nearly 100 balls, not only did he see that he was physically exhausted, but he was fighting more and more fiercely.

"Is this guy's physical strength so good?"

In the rest area of the Qingdao High School baseball team, the friends looked at Aoki with a dull gaze.

Zhang Han shook his head: "When he was in middle school, although his physical strength was not a weakness, it was definitely not as strong as it is now. ”

After throwing nearly 100 balls and facing the beaters of the Seido High School baseball team, Aoki's pitching did not weaken significantly?

Yukiichi also said: "It seems that in the two years since joining Shonan School Park, Aoki has grown a lot! ”

Zhang Han and Yu Xing, these are already open players.

But it seems that among the players of their age, in addition to Narumiya, there are also open-level players in other regions.

In the end, Ryosuke Kominato, who wants to entangle himself in the strike zone.

As a result, he was entangled in the seventh goal, accidentally hit the infield rebound ball, and was blocked out.

Three outs, offense and defense exchanged.

In the stands, a reporter scratched his head in surprise.

"How can you press the strings of the Qingdao High School baseball team like this? Qingdao doesn't even score now, he can't even score a hit. ”

Starting in the fifth inning, the Qingdao High School baseball team had nine hitters in one round, and none of them could win a single hit.

At the end of the seven innings, the scores of the two sides were tied.

7:7！

"If only I could dwell on a few more balls."

Because of Ryosuke Kominato's entanglement, Aoki's pitch count skyrocketed, reaching one hundred and five goals.

But Ryosuke Kominato doesn't seem to be satisfied.

Kuramochi, who was standing next to Ryosuke Kominato, felt that his face was as red as a monkey's buttocks.

With such a ball, the senior hit it five times in a row, or did he deliberately hit it out of bounds, and he was still so dissatisfied?

What about those of them who haven't even touched the ball?

Just when the situation of the Qingdao High School baseball team was in jeopardy, they changed pitchers.

"The game is only starting now."

Realizing the substitution of the Qingdao High School baseball team, Yonekura's eyes widened and stared at Zhang Han.

However, to his surprise, the Qingdao High School baseball team did not replace Zhang Han with a pitcher, but instead replaced a first-year rookie pitcher.

"Dawn of the valley?"

Yonekura frowned.

Because in the past two years, they have recruited star players all over the country. As long as he is a star player who made a name for himself in the junior high school era, Yonekura knows a little bit about it.

But he had never heard of this name.

Yonekura was not at ease, and turned his head to stare at the substitutes in the rest area and asked.

"Does any of you know this man?"

Those substitute first-graders, you look at me, I look at you, they all shook their heads.

Obviously, they had never heard of the name before.

"Rookie pitcher without any popularity?"

The other side has potential, and rightfully so.

A giant like the Qingdao High School baseball team, a player who can be promoted to the first army, it is absolutely impossible to have no potential.

But how much strength can such an amateur exert in the game, even if he has a high pitching potential?

"Could it be that the Qingdao High School baseball team is already planning to give up this game?"

Although Yonekura has a hard time believing that there will be such a pie-in-the-sky good thing. But the facts in front of him are here, and he can't help but believe it.

Otherwise, why would the Qingdao High School baseball team change a first-year pitcher at this time, instead of their real ace Zhang Han on the court?

"No matter!"

Mikura, who couldn't figure it out, finally decided not to embarrass his own brain anymore. Anyway, regardless of the Seido High School baseball team, what kind of plans do they have?

He just needs to do a little good.

That's to get rid of the pitcher on the field.

"Don't take the other party lightly just because they are first-year newcomers, go all out and get the score."

In the first half of the eighth inning, before the hitter of Shonan School Park played.

Yonekura admonished them sternly.

Now it's just a tie, and they're just back on the same starting line as the Qingdao High School baseball team.

That doesn't mean they've won?

If they want to win, they have to ......

"Boom!"

Just when Yonekura wanted to say a few more words to the hitter, on the pitcher's mound, the tall pitcher who was newly replaced by Seongchi had already thrown his first ball.

Then the whole stadium suddenly fell silent.

A loud uproar erupted.

"I'll go, what's that?"

"Even when I was standing in the stands, I felt like I heard the sound of a baseball breaking through the air."

"Really?"

Yonekura looked at the pitcher's mound with a dull expression, and countless small question marks rose in his heart.

Why is there such a pitcher hidden in the rest area of the Qingdao High School baseball team?

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!!"

"Strikeout!"

"Strikeout!!"

"Strikeout!!

……