Three sets of pitches, for Sawamura, it was like relaxing. Compared to other trainings, being able to pitch in the cowshed, especially with Chris, was a pleasure for Sawamura.

It's just that this kind of relaxing and enjoyable time always flies by.

After a while, the order to assemble all the staff came from the small loudspeaker.

At the end of the ordinary practice, the three first-graders, Sawamura's performance was a perfect score, and the performance of Kominato Haruichi was also very good.

In the previous garrison practice, Kominato Haruichi's performance was not inferior to his brother's.

Not only the garrison, but also the morning strike practice, and Kominato's results are also remarkable.

In the first grade, he went from the third army to the second army, and then from the second army to the first army.

Kominato Haruichi, with his own practical actions, proved his strength and the vision of the coaching staff.

Even Kuramochi was surprised.

I didn't expect Ryosuke's younger brother to be so strong in strength?

However, the gap should appear soon~

After all the players of the Qingdao First Army were assembled, they were divided into two teams, one on Court A and one on Court B.

"Sprint, go!"

The training just now consumed too much of the player's arm strength and mental strength.

Now the consumption of the lower body strength begins.

Sawamura rushed out first!

Someone next to him specially pinched the table for Sawamura.

Seeing that Sawamura finished running, he glanced at Sawamura in surprise.

I really didn't expect that the speed of the Great Demon King was far beyond that of ordinary people.

It's just that compared to the runner after him, he is a little behind.

"Hee-hop, haha!"

Kurachi, rushed over quickly.

The speed was a full 0.4 seconds faster than Sawamura.

At the speed of two people, 0.4 seconds, but three or four meters.

"Worthy of Lord Cheetah!"

Sawamura hurriedly sent it to the fart.

"Hip hop!"

Kuramochi was proud.

This training can only be regarded as an appetizer.

But ten sprints back and forth, and that's it.

At the end of the sprint, the beautiful team managers served them the food they had cooked themselves.

Rice balls, sushi, tempura......

The Qingdao runners sat on the ground and began to replenish their energy.

It is not enough to train non-stop all afternoon, counting on that meal in the evening.

So, add a meal in between. It is precisely because of the need to add meals that the initial training will not go too far.

Sawamura, Kurachi, Minato, and Akira Tsuki, the four of them sat together.

Sawamura chewed slowly and began to replenish food.

Thinking of the inhumane training after that, he thought that at this time, it was necessary to replenish more energy.

"I said it was a cohabitation, but I didn't see anything ...... it."

Minato whispered to Sawamura.

Kurachi's eyes suddenly brightened.

"Yes, even though it's called a co-juku. It's just some day students, and they live in a dormitory together. ”

Kuramochi explained casually, and handed a rice ball to Kominato Haru.

Sawamura's eyes narrowed dangerously, he was witnessing something very incredible.

"There is still a lot of training in the afternoon, so it's best to eat more while you can."

Kurachi's statement is particularly understated.

Sawamura listened from the sidelines, goosebumps rising on his body.

He looked at Kuramochi in disbelief.

Kuramochi actually wants to pit the small Minato Spring Market?

And it's not just that, Kuramochi also practices it and stuffs food into his mouth.

In this way, his words become more convincing.

Kominato Harushi believed it and ate a lot.

Even Gu Xiao, who was silent on the side, also ate an extra rice ball.

Sawamura had the intention to remind the two good friends, but the mischievous genes in his body also flare-up. couldn't help but watch the curiosity of watching the show, so he didn't make a sound.

"You eat it too!"

Kuramochi enthusiastically pushed the rice ball to Sawamura.

"I don't have an appetite."

Sawamura shook his head like a rattle.

Are you kidding? He had already eaten two rice balls before, and he was already satisfied.

If you eat more, you'll be in trouble.

However, he admired Kurachi's courage.

Kuramochi actually dared to pit Ryosuke's brother?

Isn't he afraid of death?

In the distance, several third-graders were also sitting together.

Each of them only ate one or two rice balls and then stopped.

Watching Xiao Minato Haruichi and Tsugu Xiao stuff their mouths one by one, several third-grade seniors looked deep.

Knot: They're finished!

Jun Izaki: I'll vomit!

Masuko: I'm going to vomit!

……

Ryosuke Kominato watched Kuramochi bully his younger brother and didn't say a word. Even the smile on his face became brighter.

Kuramochi shivered subconsciously.

When I turned around, I saw Ryosuke Kominato's smiling incomparably bright face.

Kuramochi felt his spine tingle.

He probably belongs, and he won't die if he doesn't die.

"Rong Chun, do you still need it?"

Just as Sawamura was waiting to watch a good show, a very pleasant voice suddenly appeared behind him.

It's Haruna, who is also the team manager of the first year.

In Haruna's hands, she was holding two very delicate pastries. It's different from other rice balls, sushi, and tempura.

At first glance, the other things belong to the kind of mass production, and the two pastries in Haruna's hand, although there are no special marks, but at first glance, they are made with heart, the more delicate kind.

No matter how innocent Sawamura is, he knows that this is made for him by Chuna herself.

Whether the pastry is good or not*** is not delicate is secondary, and the most important thing is this girl's heart.

The girl's heart is absolutely not to be disappointed.

"Thank you!"

Sawamura raised his hand and took it very naturally.

Haruna's face was slightly red, but she didn't say anything.

Sawamura himself was also greatly relieved.

He was actually very afraid that Haruna would say that.

"Huh?"

When Sawamura wanted to put the pastry in his mouth, a figure suddenly leaned down above his head.

"The two pastries in your hand don't seem to be quite different?"

"You're thinking too much!"

Sawamura quietly put the pastry in his mouth.

"It's salty!"

I guess that little confused person has mistaken salt for sugar again......

"Alright, everyone has finished eating, and we can start training again."

Number 1: Running the bases!

It is still more than 20 people in the first army, and the average score is in the two courts of AB.

Then the first person starts to run the bases, and when the first person runs to the first base, the second person starts from home plate, and so on, turning a dozen people.

"Ready, run!"

In the first round, no one felt anything.

Especially Akira and Haruichi Kominato, until now, they thought that the training was easy.

But they didn't know that the real hell was coming.

Running back, just 90 seconds.

"Go on!"

From first base, over second base, over third base, back to home plate.

The total length is more than 100 meters!

Sprinting with all his might, the person's breathing is rapid.

At this time, I didn't even breathe, so I had to continue running.

The perceptive Kominato Haruchi immediately felt that something was wrong.