The first game of testing each other and gaining something from each other.

Anyway.

1 to 0.

This is the score data that is really on the bright side.

Qingdao High School is indeed in control of the leading rhythm of this game, and in the next offensive and defensive battle, what needs to be done is to completely suppress the attack of White Dragon High School, and prevent them from giving full play to the mobility advantage that belongs to White Dragon High School, as long as they can do this, White Dragon High School will not want to win this game, and at this point.

"Sawamura, remember? Today, follow that rhythm and pace! ”

Before stepping onto the pitch.

Miyuki tilted his head slightly, looked at Sawamura on the side, and said with a faint smile on his face.

"Yes, Miyuki-senpai!"

Sawamura straightened up, leaned on the brim of his hat, and answered in a deep voice.

"Very well, let's go then!"

"Yes!"

Golden Week Expedition.

One of the two most important games.

Entrusted to one of the double votes, Sawamura.

The meaning of this is self-evident, even if it is as simple as Sawamura, it can clearly realize that this is a test given to him by his own supervision, including but not limited to this one, and it should even be said that covering the entire summer competition, those who perform better can carry the next trump card of their own team in September!

Take over the burden of the team from the hands of your tyrant senior!

So!

"Today! It's today! Be sure to come up and let the overseer! A track record that your teammates can trust! ”

Pitcher's Hill on the rise.

Looking in the direction of first base, in the bench of White Dragon High School.

A pale golden halo bloomed from Sawamura's pupils.

"In the first half of the second inning, the attack of White Dragon High School, the fourth baseman, the first baseman, Kitaji-kun."

Enter the second game of offensive and defensive battles.

It's the turn of White Dragon High School's clearance sequence.

"The hitter behind Meima may not be as good as Meima in terms of ball sense, but the strength of this hitter is the most important point to be guarded against, which is why he can become the White Dragon Four Sticks, Sawamura, this hitter, you should pay more attention to controlling the ball and keep it as low as possible."

Above home plate.

Yu Yuki glanced at the north road beside him.

With a slight movement of the fingers underneath, he gestured a coded gesture.

"Yes, Miyuki-senpai, I understand."

Pitcher mound above.

Sawamura bowed slightly, and nodded with a more serious expression.

“playball！！”

Both sides are ready for battle.

Compare to the high-pitched adjudicatory words that fell.

"First goal!"

Visible to the eye.

"Come on, Sawamura!"

After moving the Miyuki ball set slightly towards the outside and lower position.

He gently patted the surface in front of him.

The next moment.

"Whew!"

Left arm raised high.

Sawamura's waist struggling to twist.

Relying on a calm lower body chassis.

All the power of the whole body that conducts upwards.

The moment it exploded.

A bright shadow flew from between his fingers.

The moment when it was depressed.

A sharp arc that was crossed.

The position of the front side translation.

Depressed angles.

The moment it flew in.

"Huh!?"

The North Road in the strike zone has not yet had time to react.

Jumping light and shadow.

"Smack!"

The moment I didn't get in.

"Good shot!!"

The clear sound of falling balls entering the set.

Behind him sounded the high-pitched ruling words of the presiding judge.

"So fast!"

A straight ball at first sight.

This is not last year's unfinished product.

It's Sawamura's own straight ball with a very personal character.

There is almost no difference between muzzle and tail velocity.

As a result, the hitter will have the illusion that a small ball will accelerate abruptly when it hits home plate.

The special pitching position where you can't see the drop point.

It will also allow the hitter to catch the trajectory of the ball in the first time.

The next moment.

Suddenly approaching.

The hitter needs to react in less time.

This has a direct double negative effect.

Stronger than the white dragon four batters like Beidalu.

On the first seat.

It's hard to get used to Sawamura's straight ball.

It's not a howe speedball.

A straight ball that doesn't even reach a speed of 140KM.

But it caused the North Road a problem comparable to a big speedball, or even more to some extent.

"Second ball!"

The sharpness of the straight ball.

This is the basis for all pitchers to be able to navigate the court.

Shigeru has the heaviness of a tyrant.

The valley has the extreme speed of a big man.

Sawamura has a special peculiarity.

"Come on! Sawamura! ”

need to take full advantage of this advantage.

On this second game of confrontation.

Miyuki still does not hesitate to play with straight balls as the center.

The second ball code was played decisively.

"Yes, Miyuki-senpai!"

At the moment when I saw the gesture made by my own senior at home plate.

Pitcher mound above.

Sawamura once again stepped forward with a swift pace.

"Huh"

Soaring arms.

A small ball clenched in the palm of your hand.

Swift flick time.

The next moment.

The light and shadow that flashed out suddenly.

A bit of the right location.

Concentrated angles.

Forced into the air above the inner corner.

"Huh"

"Pong!!"

Staggered arcs.

Overlapping shadows.

There was a loud thud.

"Huh"

The ball that flew upside down.

"Bang"

It slammed into the ground in front of third base.

The thud of the landing.

Stirring up dust.

"Snap"

Flying third baseman.

The shadow of the ball that can't be stopped.

Quickly swerved off the boundary.

"Out of bounds!"

The words of the ruling of the fallen base.

"Oooh! Strike! Sawamura. ”

"Yo Si! Yo West! Two good balls! ”

"It's been chased! Attack to the end, Sawamura. ”

"Let him call! Sawamura! ”

On the court, as well as the Qingdao people on the bench, they all shouted loudly at this moment.

"Third goal!"

Take full control of the tempo.

This is the fourth stick that is rigidly suppressed.

After the chase.

Yuyuki didn't mean the slightest politeness.

Quickly draw out the decisive ball code.

"Whew!"

Jumping figures.

Dealing with Sawamura's firm arms waving forward.

Flying out of the cold.

The high point that swept in.

"Huh"

"Smack!"

The staggered arcs, the very subtle and extremely sharp high-angle lobs, completely induced and deceived the North Road in the strike zone.

Missed bats.

The ball that went in.

"Good shot, hitter out!"

High-pitched adjudicatory words.

It makes the expression of the North Road in the strike zone very difficult to see.

Defenseless.

This was directly won by the number of strikeouts, although there was an uncomfortable reason for the first play, but the suppressive force shown by the sophomore left throw in front of him made Beida Lu completely soberly realize that this is an extremely terrible pitcher!

"Fifth stick, catcher, Ito-kun."

The first striker.

And it was also four bats that were directly won and struck out.

This brings about a change in rhythmic flow.

“playball！”

Ling Zecun and Yu Xing can completely reproduce the plot of the previous game.

"First goal!"

No chance to be given.

"Huh"

"Huh"

"Pong!!"

By various means.

Come and suppress the White Dragon High School fighters in the strike zone as much as possible.

"Whoosh"

"Bang"

"Out of bounds!!"