"Smack!"

"Good shot!!"

The Seido High School baseball team had just sent a first-year hitter, and in the face of Narimiya's pitch, there was no time to react at all.

He just stood there stupidly, watching the baseball fly past his eyes.

The fans in the stands, although they didn't think that this first-year newcomer could bring any changes to the team.

But when they really saw this scene, they still subconsciously became nervous.

In this game, there are not many offensive opportunities left for the Qingdao High School baseball team.

If this newcomer doesn't show anything, then in today's game, the Seido High School baseball team is very likely to ......

Jinguji himself has no way to worry about the worries of fans and teammates right now.

He devoted himself wholeheartedly to the duel with Cheng Gong Ming.

He is worthy of being the winning pitcher in Koshien in the spring, and the pitcher he wants to beat the most outside of school, ranking first.

That's strong enough!

Standing on the strike zone, he really felt the strength of Cheng Gong Ming, and did not let this fifteen-year-old boy retreat.

On the contrary, Narumiya inspired the ambition and fighting spirit of Jinguji. Jinguji is now more focused than ever.

Cheng Gongming threw his second ball, Jinguji did not remain silent, saw the trajectory of the baseball flying, and directly swung the bat.

"Buzz!"

When the first-year hitter waved the bat in his hand, the catcher and referee next to him could clearly hear the sound of the bat breaking through the air.

Just by listening to the voice, they know.

This teenager's swing of the stick definitely has a certain level. This is by no means something that can be done with two or three years of practice.

"Ping!"

The bat hit the baseball and although it didn't hit the center, it still took the ball out.

"Smack!"

The baseball smashed out of bounds.

Originally, the Qingdao supporters, who didn't have much confidence in this first-year newcomer who had just played, suddenly had a feeling of being slapped in the face.

But this slap in the face is different from the previous slap in the face.

This time, they were in pain and happy.

"Come on!"

"The first-grade brother is quite capable."

In the rest area of the Qingdao High School baseball team, the friends didn't expect this first-year student to be so competitive.

One by one, they began to walk out of the rest area and cheer for their juniors.

On the pitcher's mound, Cheng Gongming's face became colder than before. He changed his giggling attitude and became extremely serious.

Facing the first-year rookie who performed well, Narumiya Narumiya threw his third ball.

Jinguji, who has already found the rhythm of the baton, saw the flying baseball and made a decisive shot.

This time he was confident that if he could touch the ball, he could touch it inside the field.

As for whether the ball in the field will be caught?

Then it's a matter of luck.

Pregnant!

Jinguji saw the direction of the incoming baseball, and he was confident that he would be able to touch the ball.

However.

Just before the bat was about to hit the baseball, the baseball suddenly sank. Although Jinguji saw it, his body didn't have time to react at all, so he could only continue to swing his stick according to inertia.

"Smack!"

Eventually, the bat swept over almost a ball above the baseball and failed to touch the ball.

"Good shot!"

"Strikeout!!"

The first-year hitter who came off the bench just had a little performance in the strike zone when he was cleaned up by the pitcher of the Inagi Industrial High School baseball team.

This incident is a very heavy blow to the Qingdao High School baseball team.

Ochiai sighed with some regret.

"Now let the Shengong players go to play the ball of Gong Ming, it's a little early."

He's still too tender!

But Ochiai also understands Kataoka.

After all, the Qingdao High School baseball team has nothing else to think of right now.

This ball, Jinguji can't hit it. Itai, who was replaced by him, was even more choking.

As soon as the game is out, no one is on base.

The players of the Qingdao High School baseball team are not allowed to lick their wounds slowly.

The offense of the Daocheng Industrial High School baseball team is here again.

Although they are now on the defensive side, they feel as if they are attacking.

It's not an illusion, it's something that anyone on the scene can clear the perception.

For the Inagi Industrial High School baseball team, they only need to take the remaining five outs to win.

As for the offense, for the time being they did not think about it.

"Let's win this game first, and then ......"

There are still almost two months to go until the summer competition.

This time is not long, but it is not short.

The players of the baseball team of Daocheng Industrial High School are confident that they can use this time to study Zhang Han's pitching.

So now you don't have to think about it at all, just win the game.

Their aggressive and offensive pitching style has also affected the hitters on the Seongdo High School baseball team.

Kuramochi puffed out his cheeks, and a pair of eyes locked on Narumiya's body. As long as there is any good ball, he will not let it go.

But alas, he was doomed to disappointment. Narumi Narumiya, who was in the final stage of the game, didn't give him any chance to fight back at all.

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!!"

"Strikeout!!

It was as if it was in response to the eight strikeouts that Zhang Han won.

Cheng Gong Ming won two strikeouts in succession, refreshing the number of strikeouts won in today's game to twelve.

You know, by the eighth game he won two outs, and he only won twenty-three outs in total.

Among them, more than half of them are strikeouts.

This kind of performance can't be sideways.

Two outs, no one on base.

"Second baseman, second baseman, Ryosuke Kominato."

Standing in the strike zone at this time, it was Ryosuke Kominato.

Superintendent Kataoka gave instructions decisively when he came on the field to strike.

"Can't be struck out!"

It's best to be able to get hits, and even if you can't get hits, you can't say anything and can't be knocked out again.

Otherwise, the situation of the game will be firmly fixed on the side of the Daocheng Industrial High School baseball team.

Even if Zhang Han performs well on the pitcher's mound, it may not help in the end.

After receiving the code, Ryosuke Kominato nodded slightly.

And this did not escape the eyes of Harada and Narumiya.

On the court, when a player is particularly good, his instincts are often sharper than usual.

Narumiya, who noticed this, unceremoniously chose to face off against Ryosuke Kominato.

Instead of using a variation ball, he used a clean straight ball.

"Whoosh!"

The baseball instantly approached Ryosuke Kominato, and it looked as if it had been smashed into his chest.

Ryosuke Kominato's face is a little ugly.

He took a step back and didn't make a shot at the ball.

"Smack!"

"Good shot!"

……