Tokyo International Airport.

Chris walked through the halls of the crowded airport, a nostalgic smile on his lips.

Speaking of which, it's been three months since he left Tokyo!

Now that I'm back, I feel like I'm in a different world.

Yes, it's like a world away, both mentally and physically.

Sawamura's original duel with the current third grade was to help Chris share the pressure. But he knew that after seeing Sawamura's toughness, Chris felt that the burden on his body was heavier.

At the time, Chris was thinking, how many monsters like Sawamura are there in the country?

Although he also advised Zecun not to overtrain, he also understood this truth. But put it on himself, looking at the little eyes of Kataoka Supervisor expectantly, and the teammates around him who are trying to keep up with his footsteps.

How could he stop?

Just exercise for a while, and then for a little while......

Superintendent Kataoka, Rei Takashima, and friends around him have more or less persuaded him.

But Chris just can't stop!

Three months earlier than Ze Village's previous life, Chris had exhausted himself!

With a shoulder injury, he probably won't be able to play baseball again for the rest of his life.

When this result came out of the doctor's mouth, Chris was as strong as Chris, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

He hates, he hates himself, he hates God.

But in the end, he is to blame for everything.

Fortunately, in the face of a desperate situation, Chris did not give up on himself like Mitsui Boy, and he immediately chose the path of rehabilitation.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will never give up baseball and give up on getting back on the field.

The hard work paid off, and by last winter, his road to recovery was almost over. However, doctors advised him that since he had not yet recovered, it was best to give up high school baseball.

Of course Chris disagrees!

After finally obtaining his father's consent, Chris traveled to the United States to receive state-of-the-art rehabilitation treatment.

After a painful rehabilitation process that no one else could have imagined, Chris came over.

Three months before the start of the summer tournament, he returned to Tokyo and returned to Seido.

In the last summer, he did not allow himself to have regrets.

"Chris!"

The middle-aged man with blond hair, holding a folding fan in his hand, said with a smile: "Now that we have negotiated the conditions with the Golden Eagles, their scouts will pay attention to your performance at Qingdao High School." ”

"It's been a year since you left the pitch, are you confident of getting back to the main position?"

The middle-aged man is Chris's father, who was also a baseball player when he was younger, and is now a comedy entertainer on television.

For Chris, his father has high hopes.

"Qingdao is not that simple, it is difficult for Qingdao to be the main force of the team for a person who has been away from the court for a year."

Chris whispered, "Still, I'm not going to give up. ”

Whether it is an army or a catcher, he has to rely on his own hands to fight for it.

Otherwise, how would he explain to his friends in the same class? How to explain to my father who accompanies me to rehabilitate? And, how to be like the little guy who trusts him and wants to explain to him to enter Koshien together.

"Where to go first?"

Chris's father, after driving the car from the temporary storage near the airport and picking it up with Chris, asked.

"Qingdao!"

Chris's father was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Good!"

The car slowly drove towards Qingdao, and when they arrived at Qingdao, they happened to see the red and white battle in the team.

"What a brutal game!"

The score is 18:1!

The huge score gap is impossible to ignore.

In a wealthy high school, a three-year baseball career is enough to transform a player. In the simplest example, after graduating from high school, you can go straight to the professional draft.

This alone is enough to prove that the top high school students in the country are definitely not inferior to the professional players.

Especially in a place like Qingdao, three years of exercise is enough to make people reborn.

Freshmen who have just entered the school for less than a month have no ability to compare with old students in that respect.

Seeing the score, Chris's father sighed.

Hey, it seems a little wrong.

Of the eighteen points of the veteran team, they scored twelve points in the first game and six points in the second game. And what about the rest of the rounds?

０:０！

In other games, most of them were 0:0, and there was even one game, and the freshmen fought back by one point.

"Any great pitchers?"

Chris's father, a former pro, barely took much time to guess the truth of the incident.

"Pitcher, of course!"

When the father and son arrived, the orientation match was in the second half of the eighth inning, and Sawamura was pitching on the court.

"I didn't expect this kid to be so powerful!"

Chris exclaimed.

Don't underestimate these beaters of the Second Army, if they are dragged to other teams, they may not be the main force, or even a strong club.

Sawamura took a group of freshmen, and he suppressed them without the slightest temper, which really amazed Chris.

In the first half of the next nine innings, it was the turn of the freshmen team to attack.

A substitute for Kominato Haru City, I'll come! attracted everyone's attention to him, and for a while, no one noticed that there were more Chris and sons in the corner of the game.

Harushi Kominato hit second base, creating a situation where two outs and two people were on second base.

At this time, Sawamura stood in the strike zone.

"Come on!"

His eyes were firmly locked on Kawakami.

Pitcher Moukami, in the face of the provocation of the junior, Kawakami was not to be outdone.

This time, I definitely won't let you hit it again!

"Whoosh!"

The first ball, the inside corner is off the straight ball of the good ball belt.

Sawamura, who was standing in the strike zone, saw it clearly, so he didn't swing the bat.

"Smack!"

The baseball landed in a glove in the palace.

"Bad ball!"

After Miyauchi received the ball, he couldn't help but look at Sawamura while passing it to Kawakami.

Now the situation is two outs, and there are people on second base!

To put it mildly, success or failure is here. How do you look at Sawamura's appearance, he still seems to be very calm, not nervous at all?

Could it be that it's not just technology, but even the mentality of this guy is the top in the country?

Thinking of this, Gong's heart sank, and his brows furrowed.

Against a hitter like Sawamura, bluffing seems useless.

Only good balls can be chosen to bring a showdown.

Next up is the second ball.

Seeing the secret signal in the palace, Kawakami nodded slightly, and then threw his second ball with all his might.

"Whoosh!"

The white ball flew from the right side of Kawakami's body to Sawamura, who played on the left.

This angle is huge!

Sawamura saw it clearly.

Diagonal straight ball!

Here we are, go you!

Seeing that the baseball was about to enter his hands, Sawamura decisively swung his bat.

"Ping!"

The white ball was hit and flew out of bounds.

"Out of bounds!"

The number of balls is one good and one bad, and the two sides are even.

In the strike zone, Sawamura's face began to gloomy inexplicably.

That ball just now, is it a slider?