"Did you catch it? The trajectory of the slideball? ”

watched Cheng Gong Ming smoothly step on the first base bag.

Compare the enthusiastic cheers that erupted from the stands of Inami High School.

Shigero's eyebrows on the pitcher's mound were raised, and a look of surprise appeared in his pupils.

It wasn't a pre-anticipated blow.

It's more like the body is already familiar, and the subconscious swing of the stick.

The pitcher's sense of the ball is originally stronger than that of the average hitter, not to mention that Cheng Gong Ming himself is also good at throwing a slide, in the case of adapting to its refraction trajectory and being able to react with it, it is a high probability event to be hit horizontally, for his slide to be bombarded out, Shigeru Ye has long been mentally prepared, but, Cheng Gong Ming's blow is too exquisite, if the hit is a little more delicate, I am afraid that you can fly to a more far-reaching position, and even flying out is not an impossible thing.

"I said, I believe, the game won't end like this, from this blow, we will take back one point at a time!!"

The raised head, the Narumiya who did not show weakness and looked at Shigero, there was an extremely resolute look on his face.

"It's just a blow, it's too early to rejoice."

Shigero's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold glow seemed to make the aura around him even colder.

Very brilliant hit.

That neat pull and run base.

Narumiya's blow was also a complete ignition of the offensive flame of Daocheng Industrial High School, the road to victory still exists, and they can still see the dawn of victory.

It's not over yet!!

"The angle of the blow should still be raised, but it is strictly forbidden to swing the ball if it is too high to ensure the smoothness and accuracy of the strike!"

On the side of the third base, in front of the rice bench, the supervisor of the national friend gently made a gesture.

Yamaoka, who had just stood up from the strike preparation area, nodded solemnly, and strode towards the direction of the strike zone.

This is the last time!

I definitely have to show a decent performance!

"Sixth baseman, first baseman, Yamaoka-kun."

"It's your turn, Yamaoka, the last hit, you have to show the results!!"

"Come on, Yamaoka!"

"It's time for a big one, Yamaoka!!"

"Yamaoka-kun! Let's attack!! ”

In the stands on the third base, the outpouring of solidarity from Inami's high school side was also hoarse.

"There are a few power-type hitters in the Daoshi line, theoretically speaking, who can really suppress your ball power, unlike the previous two hits, now they are probably already adapting to your ball trajectory, Ashin, as long as the shot is not tricky enough, this hitter has a high probability of flying out."

In the entire Tokyo area, it is also one of the few power-type fighters in Shigero's class (it should be said that the power fighters themselves are a minority in high school students, and the body has no stage of development at all, similar to Yamaoka's beaters, and only Masuko is counted in Qingdao High School, and others such as the Tetsu team and Izashi can only be regarded as more than half a point, and the same is true for Shigero. ）

Plus the peculiarities of metal bats.

Even if it was a six-stick beater, at the third round of the table, Miyuki also showed an extremely solemn expression.

Others are out.

This product misses, but it is not necessarily out, it may also become a hit, or even a deadly cannon bombardment!!

"Ah, I understand, I'll be a little more tricky."

Shigero, who was bowing slightly on the pitcher's mound, also nodded quietly, with a solemn look on his face.

"Don't shoot on the high ball, don't shoot on the high ball! The dots should be sharper and the strikes should be smoother!! ”

Yamaoka, who was standing on the strike zone, took a deep breath, his metal bat clenching harder and harder, and his eyes fixed on Shigerino Shinbu on the pitcher's mound.

“playball！！”

Behind him, the high-pitched words of the referee sounded.

The slender figure that greeted his eyes was suddenly straight, and his arms hung high in the air.

Swing forward suddenly.

A moment of brilliance.

"Whew!"

Fly straight to home plate.

That little bit of chill.

Yao Xian came in.

Yamaoka held his breath, lifted the metal bat, sank his body, and used the power to stabilize the plate.

"Whew!!"

Aim at the incoming light and shadow.

A metal bat that swings in vain.

Across interception over home plate.

The white shadow that rushed in, clinging to the edge of the inner corner, leaped over the white trail.

"Smack!"

With a very swift posture to avoid the oncoming metal bat, it seems to be close to Yamaoka's chest, and straight into Miyuki's ball sleeve behind him.

"Good shot!!"

First ball, inside corner high straight ball, air swing, good ball!!

"There's no problem with the height, is it a little slower? It must be more concentrated, more rapid, and not the slightest stagnation and hesitation! ”

Yamaoka's facial muscles trembled, and his expression became more and more hideous.

Yu Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, and the faint cold glow that flashed out.

At the bottom, lightly gesture out of the code.

Do you want to swing the stick even faster?

So!

"Second ball!"

"Hmm!"

Casting with one mind.

It's just a momentary moment of eye contact.

Shigero, who was on the pitcher's mound, nodded immediately, and quickly raised his right arm, his arm erect, his eyes burning in the direction of home plate.

"Whew!"

The light and shadow that came out of his hand.

Emerge in front of you.

"Huh!"

Yamaoka in the strike zone didn't even think about it, and danced the metal bat in his hand with a more swift and vigorous posture than before.

But!

A metal bat that moves violently.

A fierce cloud of dust rose over home plate.

It was still floating in the air, slowly flying to home plate, before it fell sharply.

"How can it be repaired! Palm ball!? ”

"Smack!"

The timing of the bat throw is perfectly staggered, and it flies into the Miyuki ball sleeve.

"Good shot!!"

Thoroughly calculated mind, extremely wonderful matching.

In the face of Yamaoka such a hard swing posture.

Shigeno and Miyuki are captured.

It's still two good balls, and I quickly chased the hill!

The clear sound that resounded over the field also made the look of the national friend supervisor in the bench on the side of third base more and more cold.

"Excellent! Chase him! ”

"Come on, go on, go on, Shigerun-kun!"

"Ace-sama!!"

It's all in the dominance of control, and the beater who is firmly suppressed.

Compared to Shigeno and Miyuki's easy posture, the expression on the face of the hill in the strike zone is also more fierce, and the violent aura that emanates from it.

The atmosphere around him became extremely unstable.

A line of sight that meets in the air.

Yamaoka gripped the metal bat in his hand harder and harder, took a deep breath, and forcibly calmed down the emotions that had turned in his mind.