In the second half of the eighth inning, Qingdao attacked.

"Second baseman, second baseman, Ryosuke Kominato."

Counting up, this is the fourth time that Ryosuke Kominato has fought Miyano.

He smiled and glanced back in the direction of the Seido rest area, and saw Sawamura sitting on a chair, gasping for air.

Around Sawamura, several seniors, holding water glasses, handed it to him.

Everyone already recognizes Sawamura's strength.

"Although I am very happy to have such a reliable junior in the team. But I didn't plan to rely on my junior brother to take me to Koshien. ”

Come on!

"Ping!"

After tangling a few balls, Ryosuke Kominato picked a ball, hit the ball into the outfield, and went to first base.

"Safety!"

No one is out, there is someone on first base.

Next, it's the turn of the third batter, Jun Izagiki.

Jun Izaki once again swung the ball out with an irregular swing.

No one is out, there are people on first and second base.

In the position of the catcher, Takehara's face became strange.

He turned his head to look at his lounge area.

In the previous goal, the power and speed of the ball dropped significantly. This result is obvious, Miyano's physical strength is at its limit. Originally, with his rhythm and throwing style, it was no problem to stick to a dozen or so rounds.

It's just that Qingdao's attack power is too strong.

In this game, Miyano's number of pitches and physical exertion far exceeded their expectations.

The rest area of the White Dragon Academy.

Superintendent Sasaki asked the recorder next to him, "How many balls did Miyano throw." ”

"138 goals!"

Sasaki frowned, then glanced at the substitute and made a decisive substitution.

"The White Dragon Academy requested a substitution, and second-year pitcher Wang Ye played."

Miyano, who was replaced, collapsed directly on the rest chair.

I'm so tired~

Sitting in the chair, Miyano felt that there was not a single cell in his body that did not wail.

The opponent is Qingdao, and he has to go all out and concentrate on every ball.

Pitched a small 140 ball, and his physical strength was completely overdrawn.

On the other side, the Qingdao rest area.

"Tired and paralyzed?"

Chris frowned and looked at Miyano.

It's really time to be paralyzed, and after four rounds of adaptation, the Aodo hitter has fully adapted to Miyano's pitching rhythm, ball speed and change. Okay, someone has changed!

I just don't know, is this second-grade pitcher you replaced with enough weight?

It's hard to say what the opening situation of other pitchers is, but Wang Ye's start is a nightmare.

At the beginning, we had to face the crisis that there were people on first and second bases, and no one was out.

Of course, this is not his most unlucky place, Wang Ye's most unlucky place is still the two beaters he will face next.

The fourth stick of the Qingdao is formed.

Fifth stick, Sawamura!

New pitcher, just debuted. As long as you can play your strength steadily, you still have a lot of hope and win the number of outs. After all, if a hitter wants to hit the pitcher's ball, he also needs to adapt to the pitcher's pitch.

Unfortunately, Qingdao's four or five sticks do not belong to the type that needs to adapt to pitching.

Neither of them is particularly good at playing the ball, in other words, they can hit anything.

In the position of the catcher, Wu Yuan looked at the immovable, amazing momentum, and his heart sank inexplicably.

To be honest, Wang Ye had just come on the field, and he didn't want to put too much pressure on Wang Ye at the beginning.

Unfortunately, the current situation is full of pressure!

"Wang Ye boy, you must be steady. The next opponent is definitely the type you haven't encountered. ”

After a brief exchange with Wang Ye, Wu Yuan squatted down.

Come on!

On the pitcher's mound, Wang Ye has a paralyzed face, and it is difficult for you to see any expression on his face.

Nervous, scared, excited, all none.

It's cold like a robot.

The bat in his hand is held high, and his whole body does not move.

"It's annoying!"

Every time he looks at the ball, Takehara has this feeling.

"Whoosh!"

Small white balls, flying in.

Sticking to the corner of the inner house, it flew into Takehara's gloves.

"Good shot!"

The first shot was a good shot, and it was a very good shot.

Knot was not able to swing the bat.

One ball count is good, zero bad.

In the position of the catcher, Wu Yuan couldn't help but admire.

I didn't expect Wang Ye, who was hanging with a dead face as a whole, to behave so calmly.

Form a position behind and wait for the blow.

Sawamura's eyes narrowed.

Wang Ye!

After Miyano graduated, he began to serve as the ace of the White Dragon. He didn't enter professional baseball in the future, but Sawamura knew a little bit about it.

His performance in Koshien was very good!

Cold-faced pitcher, Wang Ye.

In a way, this guy is more difficult to deal with than Miyano.

You have to be careful, become a senior......

Don't allow Zecun to finish thinking about it, and the formation has already swung the stick.

"Ping!"

The white ball was hit and passed behind the shortstop and landed in the field.

As the ball flew out, neither fielder reacted. Including Meima, there was not much reaction.

It's fast, it's incredible.

"Through, long fight!"

Ryosuke Kominato, who is on second base, went straight back to home plate and helped Seido score a point from the lead.

The aggregate score was 5:4.

Jun Izashaki took the opportunity to advance to third base and formed a second base.

No one is out, there are people on second and third base!

Sawamura, who was still worried about the knot just now, had a bitter face.

It's worthy of becoming a senior!

Zhi observed a ball and hit Wang Ye's ball.

Terrific!

"I can't be ashamed anymore!"

In this game, Sawamura's performance in striking was not very eye-catching. Three hits, just one hit.

For others, it is not uncommon to have hit a hit in three rounds, but for Sawamura, a person with a base rate of less than 70%, such a batting rate is not even half of his normal level.

Shame on you~

Standing in the strike zone, Sawamura stared at Wang Ye with a pair of eyes, and the bat in his hand put on a short strike posture.

Scam beating?

Seeing Sawamura's posture like this, Takehara's heart subconsciously sank.

But at the same time, he had to be suspicious. Now there is no one out, there are people on second and third base. Sawamura could also play short to secure two points.

A one-point lead in Qingdao Dao did not make Bailong feel hopeless.

But two points is different, once Qingdao leads by two points, then the White Dragon Academy will only have the theoretical possibility of winning.

With a change ball, let's say hello to the corner!

No one is out, there are people on second and third base.

This also means that the first base bag is still empty, and it is not impossible to use some corner balls to decide the winner.

"How many times do you have to use the same routine?"

Seeing the ball road, the corners of Sawamura's mouth curled.

Do you really think that I can't hit the ball in the corner?

Sawamura retracted the bat, stepped out, pulled away from the stand, and waved the bat decisively.

"Ping!"

The white ball is hit and flies out!

Outfield long fight !!

Izaki Jun, the formation is back to home plate one after another.