No one is out, no one is on base.

The number of balls is one bad goal, and the score is tied. Judging purely from the situation, Akagi Middle School must be in crisis. In the last two games, the side that catches up with the score will undoubtedly be stronger.

In particular, this side is still the Tianlongsi Middle School, which has an advantage in strength.

Haruka Nanami's long fight, Sawamura squinted his eyes, thought for a while, and figured it out. Put himself in the position of Haruka Nanami, and he will bet on the outside corner.

Sure enough, he was not that person, and he didn't have that person's charm.

If that guy were replaced, he would definitely let himself shoot inside or in the middle.

Originally, Sawamura still thought that when he was promoted to high school, he must teach that kid to be a good man, so that he knew that the junior couldn't be flirted casually, and he had to know the truth of the heavenly cycle and retribution.

But now, Sawamura didn't dare to think like that anymore. Even if he is reborn and returns, he is probably not the opponent of that guy in some ways.

"A bad ball!"

Thinking about it, Sawamura stretched out a finger and rushed to the sky.

His voice was clear, and he didn't seem to be affected at all by Haruka Nanami's hits and steals.

Feng Xiang, who had just made a mistake in receiving the ball, also came back to his senses at this time.

He hammered his gloves with his hand, secretly cheering himself up. As a senior, his performance must not be underestimated by these elementary school students.

The game wasn't over yet, it was just a hit, a point.

"A bad ball!"

Feng Xiang squatted steadily in the position of the catcher, opened his gloves, his eyes were firm, and his fighting spirit was undiminished.

"A Bad Ball !!!"

"Let them call."

"We'll catch it."

Akagi's friends, at this time, I also thought about it. Although they dropped a very important point, the game was not over and it was not time for them to surrender.

If this game is won, they will be able to participate in the Kanto Convention.

Tomorrow's final, don't think about it at all, as long as they win this one. Sawamura will definitely suppress the beaters after Tenryuji, and they just need to find a way to gnaw on the next point.

Just bite down on the next point.

The indomitable fighting spirit permeated the entire team of Akagi, and their eyes became hot and firm one by one. Stay firmly in your own garrison position and assist Sawamura.

"Exhale~inhale!!"

Taking a deep breath, Sawamura calmed his mind as well. This is his habit in his previous life, if there is a crisis and a mistake, let himself take a deep breath, forget all the previous games, and only concentrate on the next games.

The hitter is a plain, the ball counts as a bad ball, and all his ball paths should also be seen through by him, and the next thing he can do is to fight with the ball and guarding.

The battle of wits between the pitcher and the batter does not mean that the batter knows all the ways of the pitcher and he can hit the pitcher's ball. Even if the pitcher can hit every kind of pitch, when it comes to the real matchup, it may not be the pitcher who loses.

That's the meaning of the netting and the charm of the ball.

Sawamura is also experienced in matching, so even if the hole cards are cleaned, he is still confident to meet the next challenges.

"Whoosh!"

Small white balls, flying towards the edge of the inner corner. Sawamura is a left-handed pitcher, and his inside corners are even more deceptive.

Hirahara didn't have the terrifying dynamic vision of Haruka Nanami, and he couldn't accurately judge whether this ball was good or bad. But it feels like this goal should be a good goal.

Since it was a good ball, Pingyuan unceremoniously swung the bat.

"Ping!"

The little white ball was hit, flew far away, and landed outside the touchline on third base.

"Out of bounds!"

"Out-of-bounds!!"

Two goals in a row, both of them were knocked out of bounds by the plains.

Although the current number of balls has been reversed, it has become two good and one bad, and the hitter is being chased. But it felt like the hitter was more aggressive, and both goals almost flew into the pitch.

Once the ball lands on the court, it is bound to form a long hit.

Because the direction in which the ball fell, it was simply empty and unguarded. Even the audience was very skeptical, even if there were people in Akagi, they couldn't stop the ball so fast?

There are not without unmoved people on the field, such as the pitcher Sawamura of Akagi Middle School and the catcher Feng Xiang.

At this time, the minds of the two were almost figured out.

With two goals ahead, the next goal is the deciding goal.

"Whoosh!"

The fourth ball, like a ray of light, traveled from Sawamura's hand to a distance of eighteen meters and came to the attacker.

In the strike zone, the eyes of the plains seemed to be shining.

Here it is, Sawamura's decisive goal, the speed ball.

"Hum~"

With the low sound of swinging the bat, accompanied by the speed of the thunderous swing, the bat is facing the baseball.

It's just strange that his bat didn't hit the baseball.

"Smack!"

The bat flew by, and the baseball steadily drilled into Feng Xiang's open glove.

"Good shot, strikeout."

In the last ball, Sawamura threw the most ordinary straight ball, and he was originally sure that Sawamura's last ball would use a speedball in the plain, and it was inevitable that he would swing the baton late.

"What an idiot!"

The little old man is in the mountains, and his beard is white.

Sawamura and Feng Xiang can use a straight ball so boldly in the end, that is, they bet on the last ball of the plain, and the aim must be a speed ball.

"When you need to win a good ball the most, you shoot the tiebreaker, that idiot told you?"

After Pingyuan got off the field, as soon as he entered the cowshed, he was sprayed wildly by his own coach.

If it weren't for his preconceived belief that Sawamura's last ball must be a speedball, the sweet ball in the middle would not have been a hand-to-hand catch.

Ping Yuan lowered his head, unable to refute a word.

As soon as the game is out, no one is on base.

"Fifth baseman, third baseman, Hirata-san."

At this time, Hirata stood in the strike zone, and it could be seen that the audience and friends of Tianlong Temple still trusted him very much. The confidence to refuel is much stronger than just now.

On the pitcher's mound, Sawamura had a cold face, and he couldn't see any emotion.

He just raised his foot high and threw the baseball in his hand.

The ball is the outside corner!

In the striking zone, Hirata's eyes were resolute, and he aimed at Sawamura's first ball and unceremoniously swung his bat.

Sawamura's high-legged pitch is either an uplift or a normal straight ball. He's aiming for the ball!

"Ping!"

The white ball was hit, and Hirata's face changed in an instant. He guessed wrong, Sawamura threw neither an upward float nor an ordinary straight ball, but a slightly upward trajectory.

The ball bounced out like a ray of light and was picked up by Oda. After receiving the ball, he passed it back to Nakagawa on first base.

"Smack!"

"Out !!"

The fourth and fifth bats of Tenryuji Middle School. Plains and Flatada!

Not to mention in Nagano Prefecture, even in the entire Kanto region, it is also known as a super strong fight.

Such a strong beating, a full three seats, was suppressed by Sawamura without any temper.

Two outs, no one on base.

The momentum on the field, which was originally overwhelmed by Tianlong Temple because of the tie score, suddenly disappeared.

"This rhythm is very familiar!"

In the stands, Da Lin and Xiao Lin looked at each other excitedly, and a kind of expectation gradually sprouted in their hearts.