Sawamura didn't see Narumiya's movements, but he saw Inoue catch the ball.

At this time, Sawamura was at least seven or eight meters away from home plate!

Too late?

Not necessarily!

Sawamura was ruthless in his heart, and continued to pounce on home plate without slowing down at all.

When a person just starts and rushes, there is a process, and the first ten meters, or the first few meters, are the process of acceleration, and it is relatively slow. But once it's fully charged, it's fast. Now Sawamura has rushed up, running seven or eight meters, and he can't even use a second.

In a real competitive showdown, one second is enough time for everyone to do a lot of things. At least enough Inoue to kill Sawamura at home plate.

Dansawa is different from the others, he can take risks when he steals home plates.

Because of the inherently soft joints of his body, Sawamura can dodge the gloves of the trappers at an incredible angle.

Of course, this trick is not a one-size-fits-all approach, and if the other party has psychological defense, Sawamura will have no way to use it.

In the previous game, Sawamura had only used it once. So, it's still very promising.

Xijing Middle School is not necessarily guarded!

Having made up his mind, Sawamura flew over.

"Don't touch his arm, just touch his body!"

The voice like a grim reaper cut off Sawamura's last bit of fantasy.

"Out!"

Who is speaking?

Sawamura looked up in amazement, and happened to meet the eyes of Kamiya Ming, who looked condescendingly.

My goodness!

When this guy reads the information, how carefully does he have to look at it to notice such details.

Home Plate Touch!

The Sawamura plan fails!

"You've figured out what you're going to do, how can I possibly get you back to home plate?"

At this moment, Cheng Gongming was extremely domineering.

Sawamura is out, although Feng Liang took this opportunity to get on the base, but it didn't help.

Three outs, offense and defense exchanged.

Both sides returned to their own cowsheds, and neither of them could calm down.

Especially Sawamura, reliving a lifetime, with the experience of his previous life, Sawamura played, although it was not without losing, but it was because the difference in strength between the two sides was too big, and Sawamura was unable to return to the sky.

Normally, as long as Sawamura has a set plan, it has not been unsuccessful.

It is the first time that he has a chance to score points like this, but he is blocked because of the opponent's strength.

"Wow, it's Cheng Gongming, amazing!"

The blood in his body rolled, and Sawamura began to get serious.

In the first half of the third inning, Xijing Middle School attacked.

Sawamura used the defense to cooperate, and won three out goals in six goals.

In the Nishikyo cowshed, Coach Yamamoto felt as if something was wrong there, and couldn't help but ask his own recorder.

"How many pitches has Sawamura made so far?"

"Nineteen!"

"What?"

Coach Yamamoto's eyes widened suddenly, although he had felt that Sawamura Eijun's pitch should not be much. But I didn't expect that the three-game game was over, and Sawamura's pitch count hadn't reached twenty yet!

Unlike high school students and professional baseball, the number of innings is only seven innings. The three innings were already relatively half of the game, and after half of the game, Sawamura had just under 20 pitches.

At this rate, even if the game is over, Sawamura's pitch count is limited.

"Where's Chenggong?"

"Narumiya doesn't have many pitches, a total of twenty goals in the two games so far!"

To be honest, it's really not much.

"The other side won't want to play the playoffs, right?"

Coach Yamamoto thought suspiciously, and the game came to the third game, the second half.

Narumiya easily took three outs from Komaki, Yamazaki and Oda.

And just like that, the game went to the fourth inning.

In the first half of the fourth inning, Xijing Middle School attacked.

This is the second time that Xijing Middle School has stood in the strike zone. Truth be told, in the middle school competition, that's when they should take action. If it has been delaying action, then when it comes to the third round and then going to the strike zone, Xijing Middle School may not have a chance to act.

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!"

Strikeout!

Tanaka's face was extremely ugly, and he looked at the small white ball in Feng Xiangao's hand.

Maybe it's his own delusion, but the inside corner just now actually sank in his hand.

How could there be such a change?

This kind of disparity in strength is something Tanaka has never encountered.

Once out, it was Toraichiro's turn to strike.

"Ping!"

Tanaka couldn't touch the ball with his swing, but Toraichiro hit the ball very easily!

But the ball didn't play well and rolled down on the front of third base.

Yamaguchi dragged his bloated body, picked up the ball, and sent it to first base.

"Out!"

Sanzhen Tanaka, and then seduces Tokuichiro to swing the bat.

Sawamura's soft and hard pitching rhythm caught people off guard.

The players at Xijing Middle School were even more confused.

Two outs, it's the turn of the third bat, Inoue.

"Ping!"

Inoue hit the ball with a stick, and the baseball flew quite far.

"Ashin!"

Sawamura reminded him that Nobu Nakagawa ran like crazy to where the baseball fell and caught it firmly in his glove.

"Out!"

Goofy, catch and kill!

Three outs, offense and defense exchanged.

In the second half of the fourth inning, Akagi Middle School attacked, and the line started with the second bat, Yamaguchi.

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!"

"Good shot! Strikeouts out. ”

Three balls, Ken Yamaguchi was struck out.

There is hardly any suspense.

Unless the blind cat touches the dead mouse, with Yamaguchi's current swing, he won't be able to hit Narumiya's ball at all.

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

"The third stick, catcher, Fengxiang Aoyi."

This time, Feng Xiang, who walked into the strike zone, had just recovered from the previous blow.

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!"

"Strikeout!!

Feng Xiang, who had just recovered, was crushed by Cheng Gongming again.

The second duel with Cheng Gong Ming, although Feng Xiang Aoyi barely adapted to Cheng Gong Ming's pitching, he still failed to hit!

The speed at which the ball reaches your hand is too fast, so fast that it is difficult for people to react.

Two outs, no one on base.

"Fourth batter, pitcher, Sawamura-san."

It was Sawamura's turn to strike, and the situation was two out, and no one was on the base.

At this time, unless Sawamura can score a home run, even if he goes to base, it will be useless.

"Ping!"

The white ball was shot out and landed in front of the third baseman and was caught.

"Out!"

Three outs, offense and defense exchanged.

Akagi Middle School competed in the Saikyo Junior High School competition. By the time the first half of the fifth inning began, the scoreboard had never been touched as if it had been frozen.

Until the first half of the fifth inning, Xijing Middle School was fourth and flushed with the hitting zone.

That situation has changed.

In the first half of the fifth inning, Xijing attacked.

"Fourth baseman, first baseman, flush!"

The batter who hit a home run with Ken Uesugi was on the court for the second time.