How can it be so fast?

The first batter of Qingquan Temple had his eyes full of disbelief.

Just now, before he could react, the small white ball flew in front of his eyes.

It was like a light that passed through him in an instant. And as a beater, he didn't have time to react at all.

Not to mention reacting, his eyes were barely keeping up.

"Is this called strength?"

The first batter of Qingquan Temple immediately put his resentful gaze on his rest area.

He seemed to be questioning his trump card, why did he deceive him? How fast was the ball just now?

"Pitching is fast..."

"Although the momentum is not very strong, the speed is really nothing to say. In the blink of an eye, the ball flew over. ”

The fans in the stands actually had the same doubts in their hearts. They couldn't figure out why the ball was so fast.

"Did anyone bring a speed gun?"

"Who's going to bring that thing to today's game?"

Whether it's the Seido High School baseball team or their opponent, Kiyosenji High School. Neither of these teams had a particularly fast player before.

Watching them play, who would want to bring a speed gun?

But who would have thought that Zhang Han would pitch the ball on the court, and his ball speed was still so fast.

"If you see it for the first time, you will definitely be scared!"

In the outfield, the corners of Izashaki's mouth curled up and showed a malicious smile.

When he saw Zhang Han throw that kind of ball for the first time, he was also shocked. Although it is said that after getting used to it, it is not impossible to deal with. But at first, it will definitely be very uncomfortable.

Playing against giant-level opponents is not completely reassuring. But fooling these second-rate players in Qingquan Temple, Zhang Han's current ball is enough.

Just when Jun Izakiki thought that Zhang Han would soon be able to win the number of outs, Zhang Han's pitch suddenly had an accident.

"Smack!"

"Bad ball!"

"Smack!"

"Bad ball!"

After a good lead, he threw two bad balls in quick succession, and the ball count became two bad and one good.

In the rest area of Kiyosenji Temple.

Ueki said indignantly, "Do you want to use a bad ball to seduce us to swing a bat?" It's insidious! ”

He thought that Zhang Han would throw a bad ball, and he deliberately wanted to seduce the beater to swing the bat. But obviously, Zhang Han's poison plan did not succeed.

But Xihe, who was next to him, shook his head.

"It doesn't look like it's intentional, it's like ......"

Zhang Han's control of the ball just now seems to have a problem.

No, it's not that there's a problem, it's that there's a problem.

The previous right-hand hitter has now switched to left-handed pitching, and he didn't make it to the pitcher's mound once during the Koshien Tournament......

These seemingly unrelated pieces of information were connected by Xihe one by one, and he came to a conclusion that made him feel very absurd.

Zhang Han's left-handed pitching was just learned. In other words, this experienced pitcher is now equivalent to a beginner in left throwing.

Although this conclusion is very nonsense, excluding all impossibilities, no matter how unreliable the remaining conclusions are, it is the only truth.

"Tell everyone, don't swing the bat until you have two good balls."

Xihe's action was very decisive.

The players of Qingquan Temple, although they don't quite understand their trump card, why do they order everyone to do this?

But they have become accustomed to following Xihe's orders, and they also trust Xihe's judgment.

This team, which is built with Xihe as the core, is based on Xihe's will as the direction of action.

The first batter nodded slightly, and he gradually began to adapt to Zhang Han's ball speed.

Yu Xing, who was in the catcher position, was extremely anxious in his heart, he never thought that Zhang Han's ball control would have problems at this time.

When they practiced before, Zhang Han already had eight or nine of his ten balls, and he could throw a good ball belt.

How could it be now?

Do you want to call a timeout?

Just when Yu Xing hesitated to call a timeout and go to the pitcher's hill to discuss with Zhang Han.

Zhang Han, who received the ball again, took the initiative to stop, he took a deep breath, and then spit out heavily.

After two deep breaths, Zhang Han re-put himself in a pitching stance. At this time, the tension in his eyes no longer existed.

In the stands, an old man in his fifties with a beard suddenly felt his eyes light up.

"Self-adjusting!"

This kind of ability, not to mention teenagers with excessive hormone secretion, even among professional baseball players, only a few geniuses can do it.

When a player is competing, it's hard not to be affected by the situation and the atmosphere. Coupled with the ups and downs of personal emotions, the performance of the players is generally very fluctuating.

Miyuki felt it, too.

Although he and Zhang Han's physiognomy are not very compatible. But he has to admire this guy in the same grade, Zhang Han can always do unexpected things in the competition.

It's as if now, when he is in a possession crisis, he has adjusted himself.

Although he said that he had not yet voted, Miyuki believed that he would definitely be able to vote.

"Whew!"

The white ball, like a white light, passed through in an instant.

The batter, who had made up his mind not to swing the bat, watched the baseball fly by, and the fear in his eyes became even more obvious.

This ball looks faster than before.

And the ball, which was originally off the good ball belt, is now back on track.

"Good shot!"

Two good balls and two bad.

"Whew!"

"Smack!"

"Strikeout!"

The beaten man who was being chased had no way to remain silent in the last ball anyway, he could only swing his bat.

Unfortunately, the bat in his hand didn't touch the white ball.

Before he could swing his bat, the little white ball flew in front of him.

Not only the first bat, but also the second batter on the field, the same fate.

One throw-in, one bad and then two good shots.

Zhang Han cleanly struck the second stick of Qingquan Temple.

In the stands, the eyes of those supporters who came to cheer for the Seido High School baseball team were shining.

This momentum, this result, is it so handsome?

Ever since Hidesawa retired, they have been worried that the team's ace will not be able to hold up the pitcher.

Maybe God heard their request, so he gave Zhang Han to them.

"Zhang Han! ZHANG Han!! ”

More than a dozen girls, holding signs, shouted Zhang Han's name. That momentum has a bit of the demeanor of Liuchuan Feng's support team.

In such a warm atmosphere, Ueki, the third batter who had just stood in the strike zone, was also relentlessly struck.

Three outs, offense and defense exchanged.

"It's !! so fast"

waited until it was striked, and Ueki didn't see clearly how the baseball flew over?

The ball came so fast!

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