In the cowshed where the Xijing High School baseball team is located.

Narumiya's eyes seemed to be about to erupt fire.

His eyes were fixed on Sawamura on the pitcher's hill, and it was full of unwillingness to be deceived.

From the moment he strikes, Sawamura did it on purpose. The reason why Sawamura pitched so quickly was to not give himself extra time to think, so that he could choose to play short and escort.

As long as he is out, Sawamura can force the remaining sixth and seventh bats to face him head-on.

"Defending ahead of time is a tactic that will only be adopted if you have great trust in your own ace pitcher."

At this time, Cheng Gongming was even faintly envious of Sawamura.

The little friends around him, although their strength is not very strong, they are completely convinced and supportive of Sawamura.

This trust is unconditional.

In contrast, although these players in Xijing are better than those in Akagi, they don't trust themselves very much.

In this way, he is actually in the same position as Sawamura.

"Okay, okay, let's compete and see who is stronger?"

Narumiya Naruto was in the cowshed and made up his mind to fight Sawamura.

On the court, Qi Ping made a difficulty.

At this time, forcing points doesn't seem to work.

Akagi's men are so forward that it is not safe to hit the ball into the infield, let alone play short!

What can I do?

Subconsciously, he glanced at his cowshed.

Coach Yamamoto, at this time, also happened to give them a code.

"Head to head!"

He first gave the sixth batter a code, and then the seventh batter.

Qi Ping, with the two beaters, Gu is nodded.

Then I saw the sixth baton of Xijing Middle School, and raised the bat in his hand high.

It's going head-to-head!

Seeing this scene, the audience couldn't help but start applauding Xijing.

In the face of Akagi's strange tactics, Xijing chose to be tough and tough.

Don't you trust your pitchers?

Then I'm going to hit your pitcher's ball.

In the stands.

Da Lin and Xiao Lin glanced at each other, and a trace of contempt flashed in their eyes.

Tough with Sawamura!

I'm afraid that when the time comes, you won't even know how you died.

Sawamura's name was not blown out by himself, nor was it praised by the media. It's a game after a game, and you earn it yourself.

The beaters of Yokozuna are not good, and the beaters of Tenryuji are not good. Those international students from Europe and the United States in Shenfeng Middle School can't do it, why do you Xijing players think that you can play the ball in Nakazawa Village?

Naive!

"Good shot!"

On Sawamura's first ball, the hitter swung the bat, and the bat came out too late and did not touch the ball.

The ball is so fast!

The beater's face turned pale.

Xijing Middle School is a well-known and strong school in the country, and the players in it are not one in a hundred. They are different from their friends at Akagi Middle School, and they are still very confident in their own blows.

Akagi's friends got together to discuss how to hit the ball.

And the players in Xijing got together and discussed how to hit a hit. Hitting the ball is taken for granted in their eyes.

Now, I can't even hit the ball!

The more they play against Sawamura, the more they can understand the horror of Sawamura.

Then the second ball, this time the hitter still swings the batter normally.

But the ball was long overdue.

"Smack!"

"Good shot!"

The number of balls, two good, zero bad.

The beater's face was as white as a ghost.

It was just a speed ball, and the previous over-speed straight ball, this fast and slow, made the hitter begin to doubt life.

"Smack!"

While the hitter was doubting his life, Sawamura's third shot was taken.

The baseball landed straight into Feng Xiang's glove.

The Xijing beater, whose rhythm was disrupted, was still immersed in his own thoughts and did not come back to his senses.

No swing, strikeouts!

This is more of a slap in the face than strikeouts.

Two outs, no one on base.

At this time, it was Saikyo's turn to hit the seventh batter.

"Strikeout! Strikeout!! ”

Driven by Sawamura's compelling momentum, the scene resounded with amazing cheers.

The momentum of 5,000 people forced the beater of Xijing's seventh batter, and he couldn't help but tremble.

It's horrible!

Sawamura was also stirred up and unceremoniously threw a sharp inside corner.

It looks like he's made up his mind to strike out against his opponent.

"Good shot!"

The seventh batter of Xijing Middle School also swung the bat on the first ball, and the same swing missed.

Sawamura, who led the ball count, threw his second goal non-stop.

The beater was a little flustered, and it was time to cut through the chaos with a quick knife.

Sawamura throws the ball!

In the strike zone, Xijing's seventh bat, which originally looked nervous to death, suddenly changed to a short bat.

In the face of the forward defense of the nine-man infield, and in the face of the huge crisis of two outs, he still did not hesitate to use the short stick.

"Ping!"

Under all the scrutiny, the white ball was hit and rolled down to the pitcher's front.

On third base, Qi Ping seemed to have been hinted at a long time ago, and after a short hit here, he started running and went straight to home plate.

In the cowshed of Xijing Middle School.

Coach Yamamoto was nervous, and bruises appeared on his arms.

Although Akagi's first and third bases have all moved forward, it seems that Akagi's infield has run out of room for short plays.

But in fact, there is still space.

Directly in front of the pitcher, what used to look like a dangerous short-hit position is now the safest place.

The home plate is eighteen meters from the pitcher's mound, and as long as the short hit is beautiful, it lands four or five meters in front of the hitter and begins to roll towards the pitcher's mound. If the pitcher is mentally prepared, it certainly won't work.

But what if you're not mentally prepared?

When the pitcher reacts and picks up the ball, all he sees is the runner on third base rushing to home plate.

What will he do?

As long as it is taken by surprise, the hitter may not be able to get to base.

Now, with two outs and the opponent ahead of the line, he certainly couldn't have imagined that he would let the hitter use the pitcher's frontal short play at this time.

"It will work!"

Coach Yamamoto told himself.

"Smack!"

"Out!"

As a result, it's cruel.

It is impossible for the hitter to play short after the Sawamura ball is thrown.

He had to advance, otherwise he wouldn't have time to use the short shot when Sawamura shot.

And Sawamura kept his eyes on the hitter until he threw the ball out of his hand. Seeing the beater with a short stick, he barely thought about it, and his body began to rush forward.

The downed baseball rolled right at Sawamura's feet.

Sawamura ignored Flushei, who was about to go to home plate, and passed the ball directly to first base and gave it to Ashin, who was filling in the first base.

That's how three outs counted.

Coach Yamamoto's little tricks, dealing with ordinary middle school students, may be okay.

For a pitcher like Sawamura, who has already fused the garrison into the depths of his soul, it would be hellish if such a little trick could work.

Three outs, offense and defense exchanged.

In the second half of the fifth inning, Narumiya used a tough pitch to strike out Ashin, Feng Liang and Komaki.

At the end of the five innings, each team had a hit, and no one scored.

The sixth game is like copying.

It didn't take much effort for Sawamura and Narumi Narumiya to solve their respective opponents.