Sawamura Eijun obviously hasn't fully mastered the newly honed straight ball.

The first ball he threw deviated from the originally scheduled trajectory and flew straight towards Zhang Han's chest.

Kanemaru, who was watching this scene, shouted in surprise with his pupils widening.

"Danger!"

But he had just opened his mouth, and his voice had not yet come out.

Baseball has approached Zhang Han.

Because he can't see the release point, Sawamura's pitching looks two notches faster than his real ball speed.

Baseball came to Zhang Han almost in the blink of an eye.

Chris, who is a catcher, is also in a hurry.

Don't look at what he said before, full of confidence, once he saw that Zhang Han could really be injured, Chris's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Before, he injured his arm because of his reluctance.

If it weren't for the sudden rise of Yuyuki and the emergence of a genius like Zhang Han, the team successfully entered Koshien and won the quarterfinals.

Otherwise, Chris doesn't know what face he has left in the team.

If it was because of him that the team missed the opportunity to attack Koshien, what kind of face did Chris have to face those seniors in Dongqingguo?

What kind of face does he have to deal with, the supervisors and coaches of the Seido High School baseball team, and the friends who joined the team with him?

No one knows better than Chris what it's like to sit in the stands and watch a game after an injury.

That feeling of powerlessness is enough to make people despair.

Because he has experienced it himself, he doesn't want his junior brother to have the same experience as him anyway.

In my mind, I replayed these images as if I had been in a movie.

Chris straightened his waist and was about to push Zhang Han away.

The moment he saw the baseball flying, before his brain could react, Chris's body subconsciously did so.

His reaction is definitely not slow.

But the baseball flew too suddenly, and it only took a few tenths of a second from the time it appeared to here.

Kanemaru didn't have time to exclaim in surprise.

Chris also didn't have time to push Zhang Han away with his body.

The white baseball, like a bullet, was fired.

And Zhang Han, who was standing in the strike zone at this time, felt completely different from the people around him.

Both Kuramochi and Chris feel that the baseball is flying too fast!

Although the speed of a ball is about 130 kilometers, it is not even a fast ball in the strict sense.

But the ball that flies like this suddenly strikes the chest of the hitter directly.

It's so dangerous!

Because of the tension, in their eyes, the speed of baseball is extremely scary.

It's not even just the people who feel that way, hiding in the corner, silently watching this showdown.

There are a lot of them, and they all feel frightened at this time.

It's scary!

So much so that they didn't have time to react, and when they saw it, the baseball was almost about to fall on Zhang Han.

This is what others see through their eyes.

But in Zhang Han's eyes, the speed at which the baseball flew over was definitely not fast.

It could even be said that it was slow!

"That's the ball speed!"

When he saw the baseball flying over, Zhang Han subconsciously frowned. Although he knows that ball speed is not Sawamura's specialty, but it is inevitably too slow?

Zhang Han, who originally wanted to observe a ball first, wanted to change his mind and blast the ball out directly.

It's just that the angle at which the baseball flew was so tricky that it almost wanted to fly past his chest.

At this angle, even Zhang Han had no way to swing his stick.

Secretly screamed a pity.

Zhang Han's body stepped back half an inch, and it was this half-inch distance that just avoided the baseball flying over.

"Stop!"

More than ten meters away, Supervisor Kataoka's voice was as loud as ever.

The baseball didn't hit Zhang Han's body, but on Chris, who stood up.

"Smack!"

At this sound, the entire stadium fell into extreme silence.

If Zhang Han is injured because of such practice, the Qingdao High School baseball team will naturally have no way to accept it.

But if Chris was injured because of this incident, the Qingdao High School baseball team still couldn't accept it.

Especially emotionally.

How much did this senior suffer before the start of the competition? Can you get back on the field, back in the first army, and compete for the position of the main catcher?

Even if the friends of the Qingdao High School baseball team have not experienced it personally, they can imagine it.

But whenever they think of this, they feel that their hearts are pounding fiercely, and they can't relax no matter what.

"Senior!"

The first to react was Zhang Han, who was the closest.

He hurriedly leaned down to check.

"I'm fine!"

Seeing that Zhang Han was not hit by the ball, Christic calmed down and signaled him to calm down.

"Master!"

Sawamura, who was on the pitcher's mound, had already rushed over and jumped around Chris.

Kataoka, who had originally shouted to stop, just put his heart down and immediately lifted it up again.

Even if he has a huge heart, he can't accept such a continuous change.

At this time, almost everyone gathered.

Chris hurriedly signaled that he was fine.

It took him a few deep breaths, and he stood up and jumped twice, and everyone put their hearts back into their stomachs.

Then, continue with the exercise you just had.

In the process of competitive sports, there are too many such small differences.

Not even injuries can be avoided.

If you give up practicing or giving up the game because of such a small setback.

Then the players of the Seido High School baseball team include all the baseball boys in the country.

Basically, you can wash up and go home and sleep.

There was no need for them to continue fighting.

Although the practice continued, Kanemaru couldn't help but say to Sawamura.

"Be careful!"

Whether it is Senior Zhang Han or Senior Chris, they are very important members of the team, and they are injured because of practicing with Sawamura.

It is estimated that all the friends of the Qingdao High School baseball team will not spare Sawamura.

Not to mention, at this time, Superintendent Kataoka didn't know which corner he had come out of.

In front of the superintendent, I don't know if Sawamura will be nervous?

As Sawamura's teacher, Chris has the same concerns.

He doesn't know if Sawamura, a stinky boy, will be able to survive this hurdle?

Originally, just facing Zhang Han was scary enough! Now in front of Superintendent Kataoka.

If this performance is not good, it is estimated that for a long time in the future, it will be difficult for Sawamura Eijun to get the opportunity to perform.

Qingdao High School baseball team, that's a turnip and a pit, there is no extra place for people.

If Sawamura Eijun can't prove his worth here, it means that he is not qualified to represent the Seido High School baseball team in the next games.

"What do you choose?"

Chris, Zhang Han, Kanemaru, including the Kataoka overseer who just arrived.

Everyone sweated for Sawamura.

This is undoubtedly a difficult test for a newcomer.

It can be seen that Sawamura also felt the pressure of the test, and since he returned to the pitcher's mound, he didn't talk much, his eyes kept staring at the strike zone, and he took out a desperate stance.

The momentum is good, but it can also be seen that he is really nervous.

Under everyone's gaze, Sawamura Eisumi used all his strength and threw the baseball in his hand fiercely.

"Whew!"

The white baseball instantly leaped over a space of more than ten meters and appeared in front of the hitter.

Because the pitching action is smooth, the speed of this ball flies very fast.

However, in Zhang Han's eyes, he pulled a stand from Sawamura Rongchun and prepared to pitch.

He had already clearly arrived at Sawamura Eijun, every move.

All the movements were so clear, he could see them clearly, so that when the baseball flew out, it was exactly the same as Zhang Han expected.

Here it comes!

In Zhang Han's eyes, baseball seemed to be magical, and in the process of flying, it became slower and slower.

So that Zhang Han can clearly see the pattern and trajectory of the baseball, as well as the direction of rotation.

"Presbyopia?"

The sudden magical feeling made Zhang Han very uncomfortable, so that he couldn't judge the timing of the stick as before.

Fortunately, this is a straight ball, he doesn't have to chase it all the time, and when the baseball was about to fly to his hand, Zhang Han had already closed his eyes.

The baseball seemed to form a straight trajectory in his mind.

And what Zhang Han described is precisely this trajectory.

It's good to come!

Calculating the time when the baseball arrived at hand, Zhang Han swung the bat in his hand with all his might.

"Ping!"

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