"This guy is too strong!"

In the stands, Kobayashi exclaimed in an almost low voice.

His mind, as if in a movie, replayed Sawamura's actions just now.

Before the ball was hit, he ran straight forward, chased after the baseball at the moment when it was bounced off the short hit, and then directly covered the ball with his gloves and threw it at the catcher.

The whole action, as if rehearsed thousands of times, is clean and neat, without the slightest flaw.

His own speed, his body's agility, is almost impossible to complete.

Sawamura Eijun, who is he sacred?

Da Lin was also pleasing to the eye, especially when he saw Xiao Lin stunned beside him, he was extremely satisfied: "How is it?" You're attracted to him, too. ”

With his own super strength, with a group of teammates with average strength, challenge the king.

This is generally only seen in comics. Unexpectedly, they were lucky enough to witness it in the real world. It feels like Sawamura is even more attractive than the main characters in those manga stories.

Dalin has decided that he wants to become a fan of this teenager who is younger than him.

is such an ordinary otaku, and the ordinary thoughts that can't be ordinary anymore have created Sawamura's first fan group.

'Brotherhood of the Red Heart'!

Of course, this is a later story, let's not mention it for the time being, just talk about the game.

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

The audience sees Sawamura strong, mainly by his speed and guarding skills, these superficial things.

Nagano Metropolitan High School's coach Ryuyi Hosho is different, he sees something deeper.

Sawamura's ability to read the game, judgment and execution.

Immediately after pitching, he ran forward without any hesitation. This is because Sawamura, who has already determined this goal, Nagano Metropolitan will use forced points to score. But if he hesitates in the process, he can't stop this point.

"This guy really has a set."

Fengxiang Long Yi had to reassess Sawamura's strength, at this time, even he vaguely felt that the two-point lead was not enough insurance, and he had to take advantage of the current favorable situation to win another point.

Because Feng Xiang Aoyi chose to hit home base, they didn't have time to stop Marian from reaching first base.

Now it's one person out, and there are people on first and second base.

Mari, the original hitter, went to first base. The dirt of first base is on second base.

In this case, the Nagano Metropolitan hitters had their turn to be the sixth batter.

Feng Xiang Long Yi, who had been lazy and slumped in the rest chair, stood up and made his first coaching decision.

"Substitution!"

Nagano Metropolitan High School changed their substitute to replace their sixth baton and hit on the field.

On the pitcher mound, Sawamura knew in his heart.

This is Nagano Metropolitan finally can't hold back and wants to move seriously. The guard he had just now had obviously touched the sensitive nerves of Nagano Tsutari, which woke up the sleeping lion and began to face the game.

"It's just a bunch of little kids, and they're too good at tossing things."

Sawamura complained in his heart, and now even he feels that the game is difficult. After all, all he has now is the complete experience of his previous life and a decent straight ball and ball control. With these alone, it's still very reluctant to deal with a school like Nagano Metropolitan where all the staff are from a small base.

No matter how reluctant it is, the game still has to go on.

Facing an opponent who did not have any information, Sawamura threw a standard straight ball on the first ball.

"Ping!"

The baseball was hit, and the hitter ran to first base like crazy.

He played the standard short and ran at a blistering pace. It looks like he's the same speed-type guy as the third club at Nagano Metropolitan High School.

Although the ball was a short hit, it did not land on third base, and it looked like this player's short shot skills were far inferior to their three bats.

Oda stepped forward to catch the ball, and Sawamura ran to first base to fill in the position, and finally barely stopped the opponent's stolen base and let him out.

Although the hitter was out, Mari on first base and Tohara on second base each advanced a base bag.

Two outs, two or three bases.

At this time, it was the turn of the seventh stick of Nagano Metropolitan High School, and at this time, Fengxiang Longyi changed again. He replaced Tohara on third base and replaced him with a runner.

And Nagano Tsutari's seventh bat, in Sawamura's impression, is also good at short hits.

"This is going to be a short fight, to the end!"

The audience could see the difference, and they were clearly aware of Nagano's determination to win another point.

One point, just one point.

3:0, enough to completely crush Akagi Middle School.

In the cowshed of Nagano Metropolitan Junior High School, Fengxiang Ryuyi looked at Sawamura with interest, what are you going to do?

On the pitcher's mound, Sawamura's face was grim.

The heavy pressure, like a huge wave, pressed towards Sawamura in waves. Despite Sawamura's experience and mental quality, this pressure is really not worth mentioning. But he can still clearly feel the intention and determination of the other party to get a point.

If Nagano Metropolitan High School's seventh-batter hits the short and hits third base, they have at least half a chance of scoring another point.

Half the probability~

Sawamura thought about it and threw his first ball, which was amazingly fast, and even the seventh stick of Nagano Metropolitan High School did not touch the ball when he put on a short shot.

"Smack!"

"Good shot!"

As soon as the ball was good, Fengxiang Longyi stood up and passed the ball back to Sawamura.

When he stood up and stretched out his hand to signal the return pass, in the cowshed of Nagano Metropolitan Middle School, a trace of coldness flashed in Feng Xiang Long Yi's eyes, and he made a secret signal to the court.

The runner who had just replaced Tsuchihara quickly left the base bag on third base and rushed to home plate.

He ran away, and Feng Xiang, who was all focused on Sawamura at this time, didn't pay attention at all, and passed the ball to Sawamura step by step.

By the time he hit the ball, the Nagano Tsutachi runner had already run seven or eight meters, and he was only twenty meters away from home plate.

"Be careful!"

It wasn't until here that the exclamations of the audience reached Feng Xiang's ears, and then he looked incredulously at the runner who was only a dozen meters away from him.

Why are runners on third base there?

At this time, the ball had not yet reached Sawamura's glove.

In the cowshed of Nagano Metropolitan Junior High School, Coach Toyosho Ryuyi spent his time admiring his masterpiece.

No matter how cunning you are, you would never have imagined that we would do this.

The most interesting thing is that even if you think about it, you can't stop it.

"That's the gap between us."

On the pitcher's mound, Sawamura's face remained unchanged.

With the peripheral vision of his eyes, he saw the actions of the runner at third base at Nagano Metropolitan High School, and at this time, it was too late to catch the ball with his gloves and then take out the ball and pass it back to home plate.

The runner was so fast that Sawamura himself could only go from third base to home plate in 3.3 to 3.4 seconds.

Coupled with the rush just now, he bought himself a few tenths of a second.