The players of Tenryuji Middle School, when they first competed with Akagi Middle School, they actually looked down on Akagi in their hearts.

All of them watched the video of the match between Akagi and Nagano Metropolitan High School, and they had a very objective evaluation of Akagi Junior High School. In their opinion, the entire Akagi is Sawamura's one-man team, if it weren't for the surprise of Akagi Middle School, if it weren't for Nagano Metropolitan Luck's declining luck that day, Akagi would not have won Nagano Metropolitan High School.

In today's game, they originally thought they could abuse Akagi.

But now that the game has been played for five rounds, they still haven't broken through the garrison of Akagi Middle School and scored points.

１:０！

The score is like a clown's mask, constantly mocking them.

And the most terrible thing is that until now, they have not seen any hope of conquering Zecun. Two games, six outs. Can they really score points from that pitcher?

This confusion, like poison, keeps gnawing at their hearts. Even Hirahara, Hirata, Nanami Haruka and Hattori, who have experienced a big scene, these star players, their faces are ugly to death.

Inexplicably, they have a premonition that they will lose.

Hitting Sawamura's ball into the outfield is a probability after all. What is this probability, no one can say. But through the fourth and fifth games, the people of Tenryuji could barely come up with an answer.

This answer is very difficult, and they are afraid that it will be difficult for them to use this method to conquer Zecun in the last two games.

Lose, lose!

As long as they thought of this, goosebumps all over their bodies rose, and a trace of cowardice and fear in their hearts continued to spread.

"Idiot! What an idiot! ”

The little old man scolded in a low voice, and then asked the assistant coach to summon all the players from Tianlong Temple who were ready to go on the field.

"Do you feel like you're being led by the nose?"

Hiromitsu Yamano asked solemnly.

"Daddy, what do you mean?"

Nanami looked at the mountains in bewilderment.

The others looked at each other, and probably everyone except Nanami had a faint feeling that they were always in the trap of Akagi Junior High School.

The little old man ignored Nanami Haruka's question, and stared at the players of Tianlong Temple with a pair of old eyes.

"Do you know why you feel this way?"

Plains and Flata, the two looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

"Because you're stupid, stupid like pigs."

The little old man said in a low voice: "It's right that I let you swing the stick with all your might, but when you find that the road ahead is not working, won't you be flexible?" ”

The contestants of Tianlong Temple are very aggrieved, this little old man is too unreasonable. If you listen to him, he says you won't be flexible, if you don't listen to him, he says you want to fly before your wings grow hard.

In short, nothing is right.

The little old man finished grumbling and glanced at the silent disciples.

Of course, he had reason to be dissatisfied, and he had already told them so clearly how to fight. As a result, when it was really blowing, they were still led by the nose by Feng Xiang and Sawamura.

What ball they aim to hit, they can see it clearly in the cowshed, not to mention Feng Xiang in the catcher position and Sawamura on the pitcher mound. It was precisely because he saw through the ball path they were aiming at that Sawamura was able to turn them around.

They can't even act and deceive people, what can they expect to do?

Although he thought so in his heart, the little old man did not bring it up. Most of the people in the Tianlong Temple area are very simple, and they definitely do not lack team and conscientious spirit, but it is really difficult for them to act and deceive people.

There are some things that cannot be changed. Striking is the battle of wits between the batter and the pitcher and catcher. Just looking at this aspect, Feng Xiang and Sawamura's partner almost completely exploded the line of Tianlongsi Middle School.

"Since we can't win by betting on probability, let's change the way we can win. The next line is the turn of the core three, four, or five bats, and after two rounds of hitting, you can already see the pitcher's ball clearly. Do you have the confidence to hit the ball head-on? ”

As he spoke, the little old man's eyes were firmly fixed on Nanami Haruka, Plains and Hirata San.

Hit the ball out solidly and don't want to mess around.

All three nodded solemnly.

"Don't worry, Coach."

"Peace of mind, Dad, I'm strong."

"Good!"

"You three go and prepare, and I'll talk to the others."

The little old man motioned, and the three people who played the core line left. Then he carefully admonished the others.

After all the instructions were given, he returned to the rest chair worriedly.

"Mr. Yamano, don't be too anxious, trust our team members."

The assistant coach couldn't stand it and reassured.

The old man is in his sixties, and his temper is as hot as a volcano, which is really rare.

Hiromitsu Yamano shook his head.

He was worried about this game, and it was not difficult to win this game, and there were many ways to do it, baseball was not something that could be played by just one or two people.

What he worries about is that in the future, Sawamura is now dragging such a group of teammates and is already on a rampage in Nagano. And what about next year, and the year after?

The three kings, Nagano Metropolitan University, Daihoku Junior High School, and Tenryuji Temple.

I'm afraid I've really met an opponent this time, the very strong kind.

In the first half of the sixth inning, Tianlongsi Middle School attacked.

"Third batter, pitcher, Haruka Nanami."

This time, Nanami stood on the strike zone, the striking stance, and the grip of the baton, all of which had no obvious features, including the standing.

Feng Xiang subconsciously frowned, as an excellent catcher, it is basic to judge what kind of ball the opponent aims at from the posture, position, expression, and reaction of the hitter.

In the previous two duels, he could guess what Nanami Haruka wanted to play, but this time, he was a little unsure.

It feels like this kid Nanami is going to swing a stick for anything.

Let's test it first, and the first ball is a bad ball in the corner.

Seeing Feng Xiang's code, Sawamura nodded. He had the exact same feeling as Feng Xiang, and Haruka Nanami seemed to be aiming at all the paths that entered the good ball belt.

For the first shot, Sawamura threw a bad ball against the inside corner sideline.

"Whoosh!"

The small white ball flew into Feng Xiang's glove through the good ball belt like a laser light.

"Bad ball!"

Facing an inside corner, undisturbed. The current Nanami Haruka feels like an immovable iceberg.

Feng Xiang's heart sank, Nanami was serious!

Only Feng Xiang, who was once a partner, knew the horror of Nanami Haruka. Nanami is a true genius, a genius unlike anyone else. His strongest isn't even his pitching, it's his blows.

Strength, dynamic vision, mentality, physical coordination, everything a good fighter should have is not lacking.