PS: Two chapters are still owed.

Aodo High School with ease.

There is no way back from the city of the city's three highs.

This is the second half of the ninth inning, the reality of the two teams before they collide, the third high school of the city university has to recover five points, or even six points, however, for Qingdao High School, losing three points, four points, are not a big problem, as long as they can ensure the lead, one point for one out, it is acceptable, of course, this is just the opinion of the bystanders, as the ace pitcher of Qingdao High School, the core guard.

Number of points swapped out!?

"No!! I'm going to suppress all of you, and I won't give you a single cent. ”

A clenched right fist.

When Miyagawa's figure stepping into the strike zone came into Shigerun's eyes, Shigerun's pupils flashed with a fierce look.

"Are they all in front of the top?"

At home base, Miyuki's afterglow was slightly oblique, and Miyagawa stood next to him, Miyuki's eyebrows raised slightly, and he knew very well in his heart that the opponent had no way out, and he must try his best to force his own side, especially his own trump card on the pitcher's mound.

That's why.

"I can't let you act recklessly."

Miyuki's eyes flashed.

“playball！！”

The high-pitched words of the referee, Miyuki's quickly set the position of the ball cover, and the gesture code in the direction of the pitcher's mound.

"Where to cast it?"

Shigero's lips pursed slightly, focusing his gaze.

"What's wrong? Don't have self-confidence? ”

"Hmph, Ichiya, you're kidding!!"

Shigero's pupils froze, and his eyes flowed.

The slightly bowed body straightened, and the arms that were quickly raised were aimed in the direction of the home plate.

Straight to form a straight line.

When the majestic momentum erupted.

"Huh"

Swing your right arm down suddenly.

The cold light that flickered and flew out rushed towards home plate.

"Here we are."

Dancing in front of the cold light.

An awe-inspiring aura gushing out.

Strike zone.

Miyagawa tensed his nerves, aiming at the shadow of the ball that slid in downward, slightly contracted back his steps, and his clamped two arms suddenly shook hard.

"Huh"

The white ball shadow between the marches, the precise and detailed arc trajectory, successfully avoided the route.

Precise control of the precision sphere at the lower side position.

"Shhhhhh

In Miyagawa's somewhat ugly expression.

"Knock"

Sideways into home plate and into the Miyuki ball set behind him.

"Good shot."

"Is it controlled at such a low position!? It's the ninth inning, this guy, can still have such delicate ball control? Damn it!! ”

Foothold on the strike zone.

Looking at the figure of the pitcher Shigeno Shin on the hill.

Miyagawa gritted his teeth and thought indignantly in his heart, Miyagawa was thinking so, but as everyone knows, Shigeno Shin, who was on the pitcher's hill, was quietly relieved in his heart.

The delicate location requested by Miyuki.

You have to keep the ball to a minimum.

Shigeru almost didn't have fine control just now, but the physical exertion was a little serious, and the touch of his fingertips was a little less sensitive.

The goal just now.

There are some signs of uplifting.

I almost couldn't control it.

"Yiya, the ball just now, it's hard for me to continue to throw, you should know very well."

Looking back at the sight.

Shigerino Shin slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and a faint light flashed in his pupils.

"Well, I know, but as long as you have that goal, it's enough."

Circulating heterochromia.

A slight smile rose at the corner of Miyuki's mouth.

It's enough to be called a ghost talent in terms of balling.

Just the first goal!

Now you can see the rest of the results.

"The second ball, a straight ball high in the inside corner, you can't score a good ball with it, Ashin."

Miyuki set the ball cover position underneath, and the gesture code was played again.

"I understand, Ichiya."

A little trembling right hand.

Sweat stains on his forehead.

The muscles on the arms are sore, which is the biggest sign of physical fatigue.

However, it is precisely because of this.

Pitcher!

Only then can we tap the potential and strength that we should have at a deeper level.

Death that is not in silence is an explosion in silence.

In this finale, in a situation that is close to the limit.

Shigeru tensed all his heartstrings, mobilized all his remaining strength, raised his right arm high, and deliberately raised a slight angle.

Extreme swing down the arms.

"Huh"

Shine away.

An aurora that flashes from Shigerun's fingertips.

Awe-inspiring over home plate.

The shadow of the ball that approached sideways suddenly flew away.

"What!?"

In the strike area, Miyagawa's pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously shrank his head and skimmed his head.

"Knock"

It seemed to be a small ball flying in against his cheek, and it passed quickly, and Miyagawa seemed to be able to feel the cold forward.

The loud sound fell.

"Bad balls."

The ruling of the presiding judge also sounded immediately.

"This guy."

It's a provocative way to provoke the hitter.

Miyagawa's forehead was also bruised.

"Calm down, calm down, you must not be provoked by this guy at this time, this kind of ball is completely trying to force me to retreat, I will never let you get your wish."

Miyagawa bit his cheek, still standing straight forward.

"Hehe, do you think I'm trying to get you back? Don't be naïve. ”

Looking at the side of Miyagawa as if he was going to be tough on the front, he was standing very hard and stepping forward, and the corner of Miyuki's eyes was slightly bent, revealing a playful smile.

The gesture code that was quietly drawn out at the bottom.

"Hmm."

Pitcher mound above.

Shigerono nodded in understanding.

Hold the ball tightly in the palm of your hand and turn it gently.

Accompanied by a raised left leg.

"Boom"

Step forward.

"The third ball."

Near the lower knee on the side.

The height is deliberately low.

Refracted light and shadow.

"Huh"

Footsteps, dusty, dazzling white auroras.

Standing out in the air in front of you, a straight arc of the highest and lowest, aiming at the approximate direction near the knee.

Sharp striker.

Leap in front of you.

"Inside corner!? No, it's a squirt!! ”

The sudden shaking of the cold light, the curved and changing trajectory.

It was originally an arc of a good ball belt.

After that abrupt refraction.

It's just such a low height.,Forced to bend down the knee.,Completely collapsed blow posture.。

"Huh"

"Damn!"

"Pong"

I don't want to rub it, but I can't help but rub the edge of the bat.

"Whoosh"

The ball that bounced out and smashed violently on the surface.

"Bang"

A dull thud on the ground.

Bounce out of the arc.

was easily intercepted in front of Kurachi.

Changing hands.

"Huh"

"Smack"

"Out!!"

Then came the high-pitched sound of the trial verdict.

Miyagawa stopped his steps with anger and unwillingness, and vigorously hammered Miyagawa who was on the ground in front of him, and the big teardrops in his eyes were already a little uncontrollable.

Miyagawa bent down on his knees.

Shigerino stands proudly.

The bottom half of the ninth inning.

Shigeno took the first number of outs, and Seido High School took the lead.

.。 m.