In the first half of the first and second innings, Qingdao High School attacked.

At this time, the rest area of Misimon High School.

Qianyu Shunyi overseered, and his face was pale.

The one Sawamura just threw was, in his opinion, the most ordinary straight ball, but this is the most ordinary straight ball, and these proud disciples under his command can't even touch the ball.

Not only did I not even touch the ball, but the timing of the swing was much late.

Why is that?

As soon as the contestant came, he asked.

"You can't see the ball at all, and the ball is super fast when you look at it in the strike zone."

Super fast!

Looking at it from the perspective of Shunichi Chizu, Sawamura's ball is very fast, but it is definitely not super fast. It's only 14 years old, and this ball speed looks very fast and very scary.

But it is definitely not enough to deter the minds of the beaters.

That means that when the players get to the strike zone, they will feel that the ball is even faster.

More than one hundred and forty kilometers, faster!

Sawamura Rongchun, who is just in the first grade, is this strength a little over-the-top.

"What a monster!"

It took him three years to cultivate a Mamoru Hirata, Sawamura just debuted, and his strength was thrown off Mamoru Hirata and ten streets.

Now, I'm in trouble~

Sawamura's flawless performance completely hit Junichi Chizu, who was active in the game.

He doesn't see any hope of taking points from Sawamura.

Despite the facts, Shunichi Chizuki still said strongly.

'It's a matter of patience now and as long as we can keep the score, the opportunity will come. After all, the pitcher is only a first-year, and his physical strength cannot support nine innings. ”

The pressure brought by Sawamura is indeed very great. But not enough to make people feel hopeless.

For Year 3, this is their final tryout. When this game was over, their high school baseball career was over.

Whatever it was for, now they had to give it their all.

"Fourth baseman, first baseman, classmates."

At the beginning of the first half of the second game, Qingdao's starters formed a strike zone.

In the ranks of the second army of Qingdao High School, several figures immediately jumped out.

"Let's get out, get it done!"

"It's time to perform your bombardment stunt."

"Finished! ~Form!!! ”

Needless to say, looking at the momentum, you also know that the knot is different in Qingdao.

in the lounge area.

The friends of the First Army also stood up and cheered for the formation.

I don't know why, but as soon as Yucheng stood in the strike zone, everyone felt as if something terrible was about to happen.

"Come on, Captain!"

"Hit out, hit out!"

……

In the face of Qingdao's four sticks, Misimon was also on guard.

Their shortstop moved straight to second base, which was clearly skewed toward first base.

Not only him, but the entire garrison of Misimon gave the impression of being concentrated on the first base.

For such a right-hand player, such a defense is tantamount to blocking the way of the ball from the outside corner.

"Do you plan to use an outside corner kick to decide the winner?"

Izaki muttered dissatisfied.

Kuramochi frowned and shared his experience with Sawamura.

"The pitcher's outside corner felt like it was very far away."

Sawamura nodded.

Of course, the pitcher is a right-handed pitcher, and with a low shoulder pitching position, the outside corner shot from his angle is a huge diagonal line.

From the perspective of the beater, it will naturally be very outward!

And this point, presumably as a senior, is also clear.

"It feels like I'm deliberately avoiding a matchup with the formation."

Sakai said angrily.

Just when everyone was in the middle of a heated discussion, Kataoka suddenly spoke.

"Look at the blow that is formed."

Well?

The friends were stunned for a moment, but they quickly came back to their senses, and what Inspector Kataoka meant was probably to let them learn something from Yusei.

Strike zone.

He formed a bat in his hand and raised it very relaxedly.

The catcher at Misimon High School placed his gloves firmly in the outer corner.

For knotting, they are aware.

It's one of the best hits in Tokyo, and it doesn't matter if you hit him on base.

The most important thing is to throw the ball all into the outside corner.

This means that it doesn't matter if you throw a bad shot, the most important thing is to be tricky.

If you pitch with such an awareness, the pitcher's pitching will naturally be much trickier.

On the pitcher's mound, Nanping Shou held his breath and threw the baseball in his hand.

Sawamura has brought a lot of pressure, but for Minami Pingmori, he has no time to worry about Sawamura's affairs now.

His mission is to deal with the hitters in the current strike zone of Qingdao High School.

"Whoosh!"

The white ball whizzed out and flew towards the trapper's glove.

Formed to face the ball, not moving.

"Smack!"

"Bad ball!"

"Smack!"

"Bad Ball !!"

Two bad balls in a row.

In the rest area, the voices of the friends suddenly became high.

"It's a great choice!"

Kuramochi grinned: "It's worthy of being the captain, you can see it so clearly." ”

He has been on the field, but he has a deep grudge against Nanping's outside corner kick. I really didn't expect that the captain could calmly judge the good and bad balls.

The ball was behind, and the pressure on Nan Pingshou's shoulders was getting heavier and heavier.

At this time, the problem of his inexperience arose.

Just standing on the strike zone, he felt very uncomfortable.

It's disgusting!

If you want to play well, you have to throw a little bit in.

"Walk you!"

After two bad shots, Minami Ping Shou threw a good shot.

A small white ball that flies above the home plate.

It was originally formed without moving, as if it had suddenly woken up.

"Boom!"

The bat waved like lightning and thunder, and the momentum was overwhelming.

"Ping!"

The small white ball is hit and flies towards the court.

The ball is so fast, fast and time around it stands still!

It wasn't until the ball hit the ground that time returned.

"Smack!"

The baseball landed at the first baseman's feet and bounced off his feet and flew away.

The first baseman who was there only had time to turn his head and watched the baseball fly out of his side.

Behind the first baseman, there is a huge gap.

Yusei took this opportunity to go to second base.

It was only now that time seemed to suddenly return.

"Damn, what is this!"

"So fast!"

"More than 200 kilometers."

"I really didn't expect that there would be such a swing among high school students now."

……

Relying on the rebound to cross the outfield defense, through the strong hits of the Misimon High guard.

With practical actions, he destroyed the last trace of luck in the hearts of the Misimon High School players.

Rest area of the Qingdao Road.

Kataoka clasped his arms to his chest and said coldly.

"I don't need long fights, I want you to break through the opponent's guard with strong rolling hits. Do you understand? ”

"Got it!"

Kataoka quickly grasps the weakness of Misimon High School.

Their pitchers do have a bit of a quality, but their goalkeeping is clearly lacking.

It's not unqualified, it's just not strong enough.

"Yes!"

Qingdao's friends also understood what they were going to do next.

No one is out, there is someone on second base!

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

……