"Ryosuke!"

"Ryosuke !!"

With the Red Heart Brotherhood and the Demon King's Praetorian Guard cheering to help, the momentum is naturally extraordinary.

In such an atmosphere, Ryosuke Kominato felt that his blood was beginning to boil rarely.

I have to say that this group of fans brought by Sawamura is still very discerning. (Kuramochi: Senior, what about your discipline?) ）

However, you can't just play because of this, keep the rhythm and pick four bad, which will hit the pitcher harder.

Even though Yang Sun-sin's pitching speed is not very fast, his rhythm is too good. If Qingdao wants to completely defeat him, he will have to disrupt this guy's rhythm.

Come on, I don't know what it's like for you, who are so good at the ball, to be forced to throw four bads?

Two good balls and two bad.

It looks like the hitter is being chased, but the reality is the opposite, and it is not the hitter who is being chased, but the pitcher.

This is already the twelfth goal of the entanglement between the two sides!

In the position of the catcher, Sekiguchi looked at Ryosuke Kominato, and his eyes were similar to looking at a demon.

The world is so big that there are no surprises.

There are really people in this world who can distinguish between Shun and good and bad balls.

It's already twelve balls!

He alone, the number of pitches consumed by Shunchen is comparable to the number of pitches they consumed in one game before.

The most terrifying thing is that until now, Seguchi has not thought of a strategy to deal with Ryosuke Kominato.

Such an opponent?

How are they going to deal with it?

Is it difficult to do it, do you really want to escort it?

Just when he was confused, Yang Sunsin on the pitcher's mound gave him a code.

Do you really want to do this, Shun?

When executing this set of tactics, there was hesitation.

But Yang Sunsin's attitude was very resolute.

In that case, come on!

Almost in the same position, he slammed his gloves off.

On the pitcher's hill, Yang Sunsin threw the ball over.

Ryosuke Kominato's entire body tensed at first, then relaxed.

It was almost half a ball off, but it was still a bad ball.

"Smack!"

"Bad ball!"

So far, the number of balls is two good balls, three bad balls, and the number of full balls.

The next goal will be decided.

Come on!

Sekiguchi placed himself in the position of his glove and moved a ball inside.

This point was clearly seen by the referee.

He looked incredulously at the catcher and the boy on the pitcher's mound.

Could it be that they still have to make up for that deviation and throw it to the sideline of the good ball belt?

Is there really anyone in high school today who can do such a thing?

On the pitcher's mound, Yang Sunsin's movements were smooth and smooth without any stagnation.

"Whoosh!"

Such an opponent makes Ryosuke Kominato have to admire.

has been entangled for more than a dozen balls, and the spirit of the other party is still so abundant, which is really admirable.

That's the end of it, though.

This ball, although closer to the good ball belt, is still a little off.

It's a bad ball!

"Smack!"

Ryosuke Kominato, who made a judgment, was overjoyed.

Great, that's the four bad!

Forcing the opponent who is extremely accurate in controlling the ball, he throws four bad. It has always been one of Ryosuke Kominato's hobbies.

"Good shot!"

"The hitter is out! Strikeouts! ”

The smile on Ryosuke Kominato's face has not faded. I heard an incredible voice behind me.

He looked back at the referee in amazement.

Is he blind?

The ball just now is clearly off the good ball belt.

The referee looked innocent: "What's wrong?" ”

Ryosuke Kominato replied helplessly: "It's nothing." ”

The judging criteria for good and bad balls were originally the referee's final say, and if he had to say that the ball was just attached to the good ball belt, what could Ryosuke Kominato say.

I can only suffer this dumb loss.

Two outs, no one on base.

The Qingdao friends who witnessed all this had a hard look on their faces.

"The catcher just moved his gloves and misled the referee's judgment."

"No wonder the referee, Yang Sunsin did throw the ball into the glove accurately."

"This is the horror of precision machines, Yang Sunsin."

"With confidence in his possession, I'm afraid that some ambiguous balls will be judged as good balls."

"In this way, even the corner kick can't be let go."

Friends, you not only saw through Yang Sunsin's terribleness, but also came up with countermeasures.

Although this strategy may seem crude, it is still a solution!

Ochiai touched his mustache, and there was a solemnity in his eyes.

It's not just Chris and Miyuki who are two smart people.

Most of the third-year Seido students analyze each other's data and formulate countermeasures.

"Players will act according to their own thinking, and such a team can be very tricky if it is an opponent. But as my own person, I am really reliable. ”

Thinking about it, he looked at Yang Sun-sin on the pitcher's mound.

To be honest, a guy like Yang Sun-sin is also very tricky.

"The competition in Nishitokyo is really fierce. In the top 16 games, you can even meet players like Yang. ”

The game continues.

Two outs, no one on base, and it was Jun Izashaki's turn to strike.

"Please advise!"

When Izaki is pure saluting, he is always respectful and scary.

"This kid really knows how to be polite."

The referee nodded at Usashiki Jun and signaled that he was ready to strike.

Although Ryosuke Kominato is also very polite, he looks like a good boy. (Kuramochi: Are you sure?) ）

And Izaki Jun has a mustache and looks like a social person, but he didn't expect to be so humble and polite when he saluted.

Before the referee's thoughts were put down, he saw that Jun Izashaki seemed to have transformed into a different look.

"Come on, little ghost. Watch me blow you up! ”

"Growl, Golden Retriever."

"It's time for you to wield!"

Such a change directly made the referee look stupid.

On the pitcher's hill, Yang Sunsin sneered in his heart.

A dog that bites, doesn't bark!

The more fierce the dog barks, the more it will not bite.

Compared to the fast-paced Kuramochi, whose striking skills are comparable to that of a foul Ryosuke Kominato, Izawaki Jun has been lackluster in their collection of information.

And he's a pitcher who swings the baton aggressively, whether it's a good ball or a bad ball, he will swing the bat.

If you want to deal with him, don't be too simple.

"Use the bad ball to seduce him to swing the bat."

For Izaki Jun, Ming Chuan has already had a countermeasure.

"Whoosh!"

The little white ball, far away from the good ball belt, flew from the outer corner.

"Wow!"

With a shout, Izaki Jun swung his stick directly.

The bat was swung without even touching the bristles.

On the contrary, it was himself, because the power of the swing was too strong, and he was carried around twice before he stopped.

"Good shot!"

This is a funny performance, which caused the audience to laugh.

"Jun Izaki, what face do you have left in the core line of Qingdao?"

"Retire, retire."

It seems to be mocking, but in fact, there is not much malice.

Jun Izakiki, like the ancient swordsman, fell to the ground in embarrassment and stood up on one knee.

In the stands.

Owada Akiko giggled.

"I didn't expect there to be such an interesting player in Qingdao."

Next to her, Fujifu's face was very strange.

"What's wrong, Senpai?"

In the past, Owada was called Brother Feng, but then he was stopped by Fujifu for some reason. Now she generally calls him senior.

"Player Yang's rhythm has stopped!"

Yang Sunsin, who was originally extremely smooth, paused because of Jun Isashiki's funny performance.

"Come again, stinky boy!"

At this time, Jun Izashaki, who stood up, regained his fighting spirit.

It was as if he had chosen to forget the humiliating scene just now.

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