An indoor practice range for the Seido High School baseball team.

Zhang Han is practicing pitching with the help of Ono. His right-handed pitch has been sentenced to death by members of Kataoka's supervisory and coaching staff.

According to their analysis, Zhang Han's ball speed, ball control, mentality, and changing ball ......

Putting all of that together, he should score above sixty points. In a big high school, it's a rotation pitcher's life at best. As for the potential for future development, there is almost none.

If Zhang Han wants to rely on this hand to pitch and break into the professional baseball, it will be tens of millions of dollars. This is at the bottom of the salary structure of professional baseball.

Of course, if Zhang Han has no talent in other aspects, this may not be a way out. But this is not the case, Zhang Han is expected to become the top fighter with his striking skills, whether he is an infielder or an outfielder.

His salary should be measured in billions, not tens of millions.

Therefore, Kataoka and the coaching staff of the Seido High School baseball team unanimously gave Zhang Han the advice to let him concentrate on being a fielder.

His development potential on this path is a hundred times stronger than that of being a pitcher.

I have to say that the coaching staff of the Qingdao High School baseball team is still very considerate of the players. Even if there is an urgent shortage of pitchers in the team now, they didn't put their minds on Zhang Han, for fear of missing his future future.

It wasn't until more than a month ago that everyone found out that Zhang Han was born left-handed.

The original silent mind ignited new hope. The coaching staff tested Zhang's left hand, and his left hand pitched savagely, as rough as an unpolished rough stone compared to his right hand.

But even so, the coaching staff still saw the potential of Zhang Han's left-handed pitching.

The fastest speed of the ball tested with the tachymeter was 143 km/h. Pitching the ball a whole notch faster than his right hand.

Too violent, too savage.

Even if he throws the ball with his left hand, there is no way to show his talent in other aspects, and this terrifying ball speed alone is enough for the team to cultivate well.

Coach Kataoka privately told the coaching staff that they didn't have to worry. Even if next summer and autumn, Zhang Han's pitching can't be played, it doesn't matter.

As long as he was able to polish his pitching in the summer of his third grade, it would be fine.

If his pitching is really good enough to be a big responsibility, then Zhang Han is likely to become a great legend in the future.

The coaches of the Seido High School baseball team also feel honored to be able to train such a player with their own hands.

So they taught Zhang Han very energetically. Before the team officially started training, there were two assistant coaches who accompanied Zhang Han to practice.

Concentrated on practicing pitching, they naturally didn't know what was going on on the court outside.

"Smack!"

Zhang Han threw a ball, and Ono caught it steadily.

One of the assistant coaches immediately jotted it down in his notebook.

"It's good, now seven or eight out of ten goals can be put into the good ball. You've only been practicing Kung Fu for a few days, and even if you have a foundation in your right hand, it's not easy to do that. It looks like you have a good sense of the ball in your left hand and maybe show good potential in terms of ball control in the future. ”

Ball speed, ball control!

If Zhang Han can master these two weapons proficiently, then he will be able to gain a foothold on the pitcher's hill.

Zhang Han, who had already thrown sixty balls, let out a long breath and sat on a rest chair to drink water.

At this moment, someone suddenly rushed in at the door.

"Why are you still here, there's something big going on outside!"

Well?

Zhang Han and Xiao Ye were both stunned.

Now that the team has not officially assembled, what big things can happen?

The two looked at each other, and both saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

"What's going on?"

"Senior Dong, he ......"

Zhang Han immediately stood up nervously: "What's wrong with Senior Qingguo?" ”

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As a teammate who fought side by side, although Dong Qingguo's mouth was damaged, he usually took care of Zhang Han.

Hearing that something happened to him, Zhang Han subconsciously became nervous.

Senior Dong has already submitted an application to participate in the draft, and if something happens at this time, it will affect him for a lifetime.

"It's nothing, it's just a little ghost who came to visit."

Sam Zhen, that monster Dong senior?

Ono's eyes were as wide as copper bells, and if he had stared a little wider, his eyeballs might have fallen out.

It's not that he's rare and weird, it's really this news, it's too shocking.

That Dong Qingguo, who hit six home runs on the Koshien field, will be struck out?

How can it be?

Zhang Han's attention was different, he focused on that little ghost.

The little ghost who came to visit, could it be that the young man from Nagano Prefecture who Xiaoli asked him to help receive in private?

If it's him, it's not impossible. After all, being valued so much by Takashima Rei, if you don't have two brushes, you really can't say it.

After saying hello to the assistant coach who coached him, Zhang Han rushed to the court with his two friends.

"It was just strikeouts, right?"

Miyuki said lightly.

Dong Qingguo's fat face turned into the color of pig liver.

"It's not just now, let's do it all over again."

"Senior, is this going to cheat? Three throw-ins, this good ball misses. You've already lost this matchup. ”

"What did you just say?"

Dong Qingguo was annoyed and angry, ready to let Yu Yuki feel the anger of the senior.

"Forget it, Dong was really careless just now, why don't you have another showdown?"

Rei Takashima set her sights on the boy on the pitcher's mound.

Although it was true that there were strikeouts just now, two of the throw-ins were hit outside the wall.

The terrifying swing of the stick is bound to cause a lot of psychological pressure on the pitching teenager.

Takashima Rei is very curious, at this time, Sawamura, does he still have the courage to continue to accept the challenge?

Or did he take it when he saw it?

"Come on, come! Who's afraid of whom! ”

Sawamura said unequivocally. The cooperation with Yu Xing just now made him feel very comfortable.

He's forgotten how long he's been and hasn't felt this way anymore, the feeling of throwing the ball with all his might.

When I was in Akagi before, because my friends always said that his pitches flew everywhere, they couldn't catch them at all. Sawamura had no choice but to restrain his throwing power.

But now, he doesn't have to do that anymore. No matter where the baseball flies, the awesome guy on the pitcher's mound will definitely catch it anyway.

At this time he was especially eager to pitch, more than ever.

Yu Xing secretly smiled bitterly, why didn't he know to accept it when he saw it?

Just because he was an undercover agent, and Senior Dong really underestimated the enemy, which allowed Sawamura to win three strikeouts.

If it's really a serious duel, Miyuki looked at the burly figure beside him.

Do you know who this monster in front of you is?

……