Although in the first round of the competition, the Seido High School players had various problems.

The new squad still leaves a lot to be done and needs to be reformed, but that still doesn't stop everyone from feeling good.

The world is like this, where there really is a perfect team, if there is really such a team, there is no need to play, just award the Koshien championship trophy to the other party.

How easy!

Problems will be solved one by one in the end, and all the players have to do is to actively prepare for the next game.

Before this, the friends who had just defeated the king of East Tokyo would inevitably be excited for a few days.

Although Qingdao High School has won the national hegemony before, it is a team with third-grade seniors as the main body after all, not their generation.

Now is their time, and they will continue to work hard to build on the glory of the previous Seido High School with the goal of achieving the highest level of success.

Maezono and Kominato Harushi went to practice swinging the stick.

"Let's strengthen ourselves in a moment, right?"

Miyuki took the initiative to say to Kuramochi.

"Okay!"

Excitement is excitement, and the exercises that should be done still have to be done.

Although the gap in strength between the main force and the substitute of Qingdao High School is relatively large, it is not completely insurmountable.

Even Kurachi didn't dare to be too careless.

Not only the main force, but also the substitutes are full of energy.

Looking at the positive scene of his teammates, in the corner, a figure looked at all this with a lonely gaze.

"Ah Bian, what's wrong?"

Next to the lonely boy, an ordinary-looking teenager asked.

His name is Kudo, and he is a sophomore at Seido High School.

"Kudo, I often think. Is it really good to stay in this team in the form we are in now? ”

"What?"

Kudo looked at his friend with a puzzled expression.

Watanabe stood up with a wry smile.

Everyone else went to training, only they were ready to wash up and sleep.

What an inexplicable irony!

Qingdao High School has a full 20 places for the first army, and the second army also has a full 20 places.

After the retirement of the third-year seniors, as second-year seniors, if they do not squeeze into the 40-person squad, then it is almost certain that even after graduation, it will be difficult for them to wear the jerseys of the Qingdao High School baseball team and represent the school in competitions.

Wait until next spring, and there will be more gifted freshmen coming in.

The quota of those forty people can only be kicked down, and it is impossible to fill it up at all.

There is no more chance!

People always have to learn to face the reality when they no longer have the opportunity to wear the jersey of the Qingdao High School baseball team and represent the school in games.

They had to face going on to higher education.

Even though they are still doing their daily training, they can no longer focus all their energy on baseball like everyone else.

"Let's find a chance to talk to Miyuki."

Watanabe said.

The next day, school opened as usual.

Watanabe, Kudo them, specially went to Miyuki Kurachi's class.

The two are exchanging team builds.

"Ozawamura caught a cold and was said to have to rest for two days before he could resume training. This guy is too spineless, just a cold ......"

Kurachi's tone was a little dissatisfied.

"He himself is more anxious than all of us, he has been preparing for a long time in order to compete with Ah Ming."

"Forget it, don't talk about that unlucky boy. However, after he caught a cold, it was a good opportunity for Akira and Kawakami. ”

"I heard that the two of them trained late yesterday."

"Saturday and Sunday are league games, and even if Sawamura is all back, it won't be possible for him to finish all two games. Not to mention that he's still sick......"

"The opportunity for the two has come, if they catch up during the time when the ace is sick, the new ace competition in the team may be scraped again."

"What did Sawamura say?"

"That kid is as stubborn as a donkey, and says he will never give anyone else a chance."

Miyuki smiled.

This is really in line with Sawamura's character.

He himself is sick, watching competitors snatch the position that originally belonged to him, is it strange that he can be convinced?

Just as the two were discussing, the squad leader next to him came over and said.

"Miyuki-san, the graduation trip group has come out, and we put everyone on the baseball team in one group."

"Hip-hop, it's not the same as the dorm."

"Kuramochi, don't say that, I'm also forced to do it, who made it impossible for any of you on the baseball team to find anyone?"

Kurachi: Why do you call me by my name when you call me?

Yukiichi also smiled on the side: "Let's forget it, the graduation trip conflicts with our competition time." We're not going! We never intended to lose. ”

The beautiful class leader frowned at his good-looking brows.

"It's a pity, this is a rare opportunity for you to get along with other classmates."

"There's no way, it's probably just that I can't help myself, who made us the defending champions, Qingdao High School? Yes, Abian! ”

Miyuki smiled and glanced at Watanabe.

Watanabe's face was a little embarrassed, but he nodded in agreement.

"That's right!"

No matter what he thinks in his heart, he is still very happy that the team can dominate the country and the third-grade seniors can fulfill their long-cherished wishes.

"By the way, did you come to me for something?"

Miyuki asked.

Watanabe shook his head, feeling that now was not the time to say this.

"Nothing, let's talk about it later."

Watanabe left, but Miyuki frowned.

I deliberately came from another class, and then left without saying anything.

Even if Miyuki doesn't want to think about it, how is this possible?

In the evening, the baseball field.

There are two people running on the court, one is Kawakami, and the other is Akira Shibuyani.

In a short period of time, it was very difficult to drag Sawamura from the position of ace pitcher at Seido High School.

The two of them are not extravagant.

But high school baseball can't survive all the way to the end by relying on Sawamura Eijun alone, which needs to be replaced by others.

In addition to Sawamura, Seido High School has two pitchers, and the rivalry between them is self-evident.

Originally, the competition between the two would not be so obvious, but there was no way, who made the previous ace pitcher sick.

The competitive relationship between the two is directly put on the surface.

Whoever can become the trump card of the substitute will naturally get more opportunities to play.

In this way, the two competed with each other.

The course leads to the steps of the dam.

Yukiichi also looked at the two of them who were training with a smile, and next to him, Eijun Sawamura brought a big mask.

His illness was not an ordinary cold, but the flu.

To put it bluntly, it is contagious.

In order not to cause trouble to others, Sawamura Eijun wears a big mask wherever he goes.

With the mask on, it became extremely difficult for him to even breathe.

There was no way, he didn't want to spread his cold to his teammates.

"These two guys!"

The large mask covered Sawamura's mouth and nose, and only a pair of eyes were exposed.

Those eyes were full of anger.

Seeing others competing for the position that originally belonged to him, it was no wonder that Sawamura Eijun was not angry.

"Don't be too angry, the most important thing is to get your body back up."

"Don't worry about me, I don't have a fever, just a small cold."

Sawamura disagreed: "I won't hold back during the game. ”

Because he was wearing a mask and talking, his voice sounded buzzy, and there was something different.

Miyuki ha, no more words.

He believed that Sawamura Eijun was measured.

"About Ukumori?"

Sawamura shook his head: "They were in the round of 16 in East Tokyo in the summer, but their strength is definitely more than that. I can't say exactly what it was, but it's a very weird team, and it's always right to be careful. ”

Miyuki nodded.

The so-called careful sailing of the ship of ten thousand years, high school baseball has no turning back.

If they accidentally capsize in the gutter, they have no place to cry.

"We need to do a good job of investigating."

While the two were talking, Watanabe walked over in the distance.

His steps were very gentle, unhurried, and he held a stack of review materials in his hand.

Miyuki frowned.

……