The real hell journey begins!

With a heavy face, Sawamura walked up to the home plate starting position and ran to first base.

The practice of running the base, not only simple running, but also mixed with skills such as sliding base, is very energy-consuming.

In Sawamura's team, there are three first-year students, so there are twelve people. The first person runs to first base, the second person follows, the second person runs to first base, and the third person follows.

And so on!

It may seem like a lot, but it took less than a minute for twelve people to finish.

Then rest for ninety seconds and resume again.

In fact, Qingdao usually does this kind of practice, but because it is in a court, the twenty people of the first army are together. This lap is about a minute and a half, with a break of 90 seconds in between.

The total time to run a lap is three minutes. Twenty times an hour.

Fifty times, and it's over!

This training intensity is already very large. And I don't practice like this every day, usually every two to three days.

And now!

In total, one round plus rest time is less than two minutes, and you need to run 267 times an hour.

Such a fast pace and such a strong physical exertion are enough to squeeze out the whole person's physical energy.

By the fifth lap, Kominato Haruichi and Tsukitani Xiao were already a little out of breath.

However, they were very glad that they had replenished enough food before, otherwise they would not have been able to hold on.

In their group, almost all of them are first- and second-year players. The other group of third graders, who had one less in their own right, and were faster, were now one more lap ahead of them.

"Can you do it?"

"If not, do you want me to exchange with you?"

"Don't be so listless, run for me."

"Kominato Spring City, Descending Valley Xiao!"

The seniors of the Second Army who were in charge of supervision next to them shouted one by one.

The sixth lap begins.

I sprinted five or six hundred meters with all my might, plus various sliding maneuvers in between. The rhythm of Xiao Minato and Akira Tsuruya's breathing began to be chaotic.

On the contrary, the second-year seniors and Sawamura can basically maintain their faces.

Kuramochi glanced at Sawamura in surprise.

Because of getting along day and night, Kuramochi has a clear understanding of Sawamura's stamina. Although five laps is definitely not enough to drag Sawamura down, his breathing should not be so smooth.

"This guy's physical fitness has been strengthened to this extent!"

Two months after entering school, Sawamura's physical fitness has grown by leaps and bounds.

I heard that he dragged the tires to practice every night, and it didn't look like he did it for nothing.

By the tenth lap, including the second-year seniors, they were a little out of rhythm.

The pace and intensity is so fast and too strong!

Compared to the third grade, which has only eleven people, their pace is significantly faster. And because each of them ran with all their might, the difference in speed was also widened.

Group A in Year 3 is now on lap 13.

Descending Gu Xiao, Xiao Minato Haruichi's face began to redden, and the sweat gradually increased.

Now the only ones in Group B who can maintain a normal rhythm are Kuramochi, Miyuki and Sawamura.

On the other side, ten laps later, Chris withdrew.

Although his injuries had healed, the hell-level training was still a bit reluctant for him. Chris himself did not agree to quit the training, but Kataoka forcefully carried out the superintendent's orders.

"Instead of doing this kind of intensive training, you might as well imagine how to match the four pitchers you have now."

For Kataoka's kindness, Chris still understands it.

Although he will not be afraid of the well rope for ten years as soon as he is bitten by a snake, his previous injuries have indeed changed him a lot.

It is stupid to have no risky training without it.

When Chris stepped back, his face and breath were very steady.

This scared Miyuki out of the way.

After the injury, Chris was out of the box for a full year. Why doesn't he seem to have any problems with his fitness?

Seeing that Chris could still not breathe after ten laps. That means that his physical fitness will definitely not be inferior to himself.

"In the year of the empty window, Master Chris was not idle."

Sawamura saw the expression on Miyuki's face and immediately understood his thoughts. No one can maintain their peak condition after a one-year gap, and it takes at least a period of adaptive training to make it possible.

Chris injured his arm, and during the injury, his arm was being rehabilitated, but at the same time he was training his body and conditioning and adaptation.

In the face of the possibility of never getting back on the pitch, he persevered.

He never relaxed for a moment!

It's as if he was convinced that he would be back on the pitch.

"It's worthy of Senior Chris!"

Miyuki said with heartfelt admiration.

"Then you have to come on, partner. Otherwise, I am afraid that you will not be able to keep the position of the main catcher. ”

Sawamura said.

"Don't worry about me, I'm not going to lose."

"I'm not worried about you."

"Just admit it."

Sawamura rolled his eyes, not wanting to continue to entangle with this black-bellied, thick-skinned guy.

"Stop gossiping, it's your turn!"

Ninety seconds are fleeting.

The eleventh lap begins.

An hour later, Group B reached lap 27.

What is the concept of twenty-seven laps? It's three thousand meters. It's not a long-distance 3,000-meter race, it's a 3-kilometer run with all your might. Although there was a pause in between, almost everyone was out of rhythm.

Until now, everyone can barely maintain their peak speed, including Xiaogu and Kominato Haruichi!

If you are seen by others, you will inevitably be scared to pee.

The heritage of the Qingdao giants is fully revealed.

The training continued, two hours, fifty-one laps.

Akira Tsuki's consciousness has begun to blur, he is just running mechanically.

The only people in Group B who can maintain their speed are Sawamura, Miyuki and Kuramochi.

With pure physical fitness, Sawamura surpasses most of the second-year seniors.

Whether it's a senior who is assisting in training or a senior who is training, they all look at him like a monster.

The front garden looked at Sawamura who straightened his waist out of breath.

Is this guy's stamina so good?

Although Qianyuan joined the First Army through joint training, his hard training was incomparable to others.

In the second year, he may not have lost to Kuramochi and Miyuki, two veteran first-class players.

He never thought that there would be such a big gap between himself and Kuramochi, who was mischievous all day long, and Miyuki, who was not active in training at all.

Yes, no one really relaxed their training, otherwise how could they appear in the lineup of the Qingdao First Army?

And Sawamura!

Sawamura is almost the last to return to the dormitory every day, and the latest to train.

The hard work paid off, and now his physical strength can compete with Kuramochi and Miyuki.

Three hours later, seventy-five laps, the sun was about to set.

At this time, everyone's consciousness, including the front garden, has begun to blur......