The strength training room of the Baseball Club of Seido High School.

Several players in the baseball club are doing strength training.

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a third-year student walked in.

"That kid, it's on!"

Hearing this, Kyucheng, who was doing push-ups, suddenly stopped moving. The weightlifting Zeng Zitou also put down the weightlifting equipment. Ryosuke Kominato, Jun Izaki, and the main forces of the third grade stopped their movements one by one.

They get together very tacitly, like samurai preparing to go to war. Elegant, with a hint of murder.

"Let's go!"

Under the leadership of the formation of a leader, all the core and main forces of the Qingdao Army began to rush to the baseball stadium.

Cangzhi looked at these seniors in a daze, and didn't understand what was wrong with them?

However, he intuitively felt that there should be a lively scene to watch.

"Hee-hee, interesting."

Kuramochi belongs to the typical people who have a lively and don't look at the dead star, and realizing that there is a lively to see, he follows without hesitation.

By the time they arrived at the court, Sawamura had just finished out the first hitter.

Now, Sawamura, who won the first number of outs, ushered in the third baton of the veteran team, three mouths.

Sankou is a senior in the third grade who is very strong in striking strength.

For Sawamura, of course, the three of them are deeply impressed.

But after watching Sawamura's pitching just now, he couldn't help but wonder, is this really the Sawamura he saw a year and a half ago?

Be! Sawamura is now more grown than when he met him before. The speed of the ball alone has increased by about five kilometers, and Sawamura's current ball speed should be one hundred and thirty-five kilometers!

This is very strong among the new students.

But it feels like the three of them think that Sawamura should be stronger.

In a year and a half, the ball speed soared from one hundred and thirty to one hundred and thirty-five.

This growth is quite reasonable. (The higher the ball speed base, the more difficult it is to improve.) ）

But the three just felt that something was wrong there, and they had the impression that Sawamura seemed to have a speedball and other strange straight balls.

……

In the minds of the current third year of Seido High School, Sawamura is very strong.

How can the people who have defeated Shoji in a row, Ryosuke Kominato, and Chris Yu not be strong? Not to mention, Sawamura also struck up the monster-like former captain in their eyes, Dong Qingguo.

Although Sawamura is two years younger than them, many of them have always regarded Sawamura as their strongest imaginary enemy. Especially after being played by Inagi's rookie pitcher Narimiya Ming last year, their fear of Sawamura is even stronger.

They have seen the terrible of Cheng Gong Ming.

And when he was in middle school, Sawamura defeated Narumiya.

How scary is Nazawa Village?

Absolutely none of these players in the third grade of Qingdao will underestimate Sawamura.

As a member of the third grade, the three have always been in their hearts and treat Sawamura as a monster.

But now looking at Sawamura's pitching, he couldn't help but be suspicious.

Doesn't it seem that Sawamura is not as strong as he thinks?

It's not that Sawamura doesn't look strong now, and the current Sawamura pitching is also very beautiful, but it seems to be compared to his memory, and it is not as strong as he remembers, which is desperate.

"Are we getting stronger? Or is there something weird hidden in your pitching? ”

At this point, the three of them racked their brains and didn't figure it out.

In the end, he reluctantly gave up the idea of using his brain.

No matter what, now my task is to hit the flying balls!

After making up their minds, the eyes of the three of them stared at Sawamura on the pitcher's hill without blinking.

On the pitcher's hill, Sawamura waited for Kaba to give him a code.

Although the game only lasted a little over two rounds, it wasn't the first or second time that the three had played each other (the opponent scored 18 points, which was the fourth time they had played each other). He has a deep understanding of the three of them.

This senior is very strong!

There were two hits and three hits before.

The two hits were from the outside corner, and there were very few swings at the inside corner.

These information flashed through the mind of Kajiba Hang, and then he decisively gave Sawamura a code for the inner corner.

Pitcher mound.

Sawamura nodded at Kajiba, then threw an inside corner.

"Whoosh!"

A small white ball that goes straight into the inner corner.

Strictly speaking, there is nothing wrong with the approach of the hunting ground voyage. It's just that he underestimated the shrewdness of Sankou. The three also know that their previous two hits were from the outside corner, and this time the opponent will definitely aim for the inside corner.

So he aimed at the inside corner at the beginning.

Here it comes!

The ball flew into the inside corner.

The three teeth gritted, aimed at the ball, and decisively swung the bat.

"Ping!"

The white ball was hit and flew out.

Hit it out!

The moment he hit out, the three of them were a little incredulous, but fortunately, the strict training had already formed a conditioned reflex for him. As soon as the ball was hit, he raced to first base.

On the pitcher's mound, Sawamura looked at the baseball flying to the side of third base and shouted, "Third baseman! ”

Kanemaru barely moved, and the small white ball flew into his glove.

"Smack!"

"Out!"

Two outs, no one on base.

Sawamura gave a thumbs up to Kanemaru: "Well done!" ”

Kanemaru was also excited, but more of a shock.

The ball flew into the glove by itself as if it had been commanded!

"Fourth baseman, first baseman, Kenta Maezono."

After three mouths, it was the turn of the strike to the front garden, and he was the fourth baton of the second army.

"Watch me get out!"

After Maezono walked into the strike zone, it was like an angry King Kong, giving people a very strong sense of oppression.

On the pitcher's mound, Sawamura had a smile on his lips.

Unexpectedly, the first time I had close contact with the front garden was on the court.

"Okay, let me entertain you well, Senpai Qianyuan."

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Three balls in a row, each ball in front of the garden swung a bat, but none of his bats could hit the ball.

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!"

"Strikeout!!

Qianyuan is not in the third grade, and he has never seen the horror of Sawamura before, and this sudden hit, he is really a little confused by the second monk.

Who can tell him what just happened?

In the referee's position, a rare smile appeared on Kataoka's face.

The onlookers formed them, and their faces sank one by one as if they were about to freeze.

"This ball is too weird!"

Jun Izakiki frowned and commented.

"Standing on the side and watching, it is the most ordinary straight ball, but the front garden has failed to swing the baton three times, and the catcher can catch the ball steadily? That stinky boy, can he do magic? ”

"It's not magic, it's pitching!"

The gaze of the formation is more precise: "It's a matter of pitching." That pitch contains a mystery that we have not yet understood. ”

"Three outs, offense and defense exchange."

Two strikeouts, one catch.

Sawamura played, and the veteran team went up and down three times.

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