"What a **** thing!"

Nitta overseer angrily threw aside the mineral water bottle in his hand.

"Stupid, idiot."

He roared angrily, looking fiercely at his disciples.

"If you don't want to play, then I'll change people immediately."

The players who had just left the game immediately met the storm of their own supervision.

"In today's game, Sawamura Eijun didn't stand on the pitcher's hill from beginning to end. Look at you again, what are you all embarrassed about? I didn't bring you all the way from Hokkaido to ......."

Before Nitta Supervisor finished speaking, the camera happened to sweep over.

The face, which was almost distorted by anger, returned to its flatness at this moment.

Inspector Nitta looked at his players lovingly, then clenched his right hand into a fist and raised it in front of his chest.

"Come on!"

When he spit out these two words, the disciples under his command could even hear the sound of their own overseer grinding their teeth.

"It's really hard to hold back!"

Renji glanced at his own overseer sympathetically.

This kind and kind appearance is really not suitable for the supervision of his own family.

His command has always been simple and rude, and such a calm heart is also difficult for him.

But there is no way, now the camera is sweeping over. For the sake of Hokkaido's image and the school's image, Inspector Nitta has to endure even if he is in a bad mood.

After all, if the troll Otomaki High School baseball team wants to achieve results, it can't do without the support of the local government and the school.

If you can't attract sponsorship and investment, you won't get the full support of the school.

Then they can't take the bus and go to practice matches all over the country.

This old man really did everything for the sake of the team.

Let a hot-tempered person like Xintian disguise such a face.

It's really hard for him.

Hongo looked at his overseer sympathetically.

"Stinky boy, what kind of eyes are you looking at?"

Nitta overseer went straight back.

The camera didn't stay on them for long, and in a blink of an eye, it was on the side of Qingdao High School.

"Very good, very good!"

It can be seen that Superintendent Kataoka is very excited. said two good words in a row, recognizing the performance of the players.

The only fly in the ointment is that no hitter wins a hit after Miyuki, and if he can get another hit, it will be perfect.

That means that Seido High School's line is not only Sawamura's turn, but there is even hope that it will be Miyuki's turn.

After calming down the small excitement in his heart, Superintendent Kataoka knew that he was a little greedy.

But today's game was to consider not letting Sawamura Eijun go to the pitcher hill.

He still hopes to be able to recover his disadvantage as soon as possible.

"Continuing with our previous tactics, the opponent's pitches have exceeded 70, as long as the opponent's pitches are close to 100, we will definitely find opportunities! Do you understand? ”

"Understood!"

Superintendent Kataoka deliberately mentioned tactics, which gave confidence to the players of Seido High School in disguise.

It means that their previous efforts are not doing useless work.

This affirmation is too important.

When facing Masamune Hongo, the frustration of the players is not even described in words.

It's horrible.

Not to mention hitting the ball, many of them can't even touch the ball.

In this case, the beater's self-perception is like a clown jumping off a beam.

Everything they do can only be reduced to a backdrop and a tool for others to make fun of.

With Superintendent Kataoka's approval, they were finally able to find a little psychological comfort.

What's wrong with three swings? What happens even if you don't swing the baton and get a direct strikeout?

Anyway, Lao Tzu also entangled him with three balls, and if he continued to be entangled with three balls and three balls, he didn't believe that this stupid boy didn't have a headache.

In the second half of the seventh inning, the troll Otomaki High School attacked.

Xiao Jintani threw a very superb ball, although he lost a hit, but with the cooperation of the guard, he finally held the situation and did not lose points.

At the end of the seven games, the score of the two sides was still 2:1.

And just like that, the game came to the eighth inning.

"He's got a lot of pitches and he's going to find a chance."

Tojo, who played the seventh bat, cautiously looked at Masamune Hongo on the pitcher's hill.

As a fighter, Tojo has never had such a huge frustration.

So far, he has faced off against Hongo Masamune twice, and has been knocked out twice.

His swing couldn't catch up with Hongo's pitch at all.

That's too frustrating for a player with good ball skills.

Everyone is still the same age, but it feels like they and each other are not playing baseball in the same dimension at all.

What a horrible guy.

Sawamura, Hongo Masamune, Akatsuki Valley!

Even Tojo, who is very strong, has an illusion when facing these monsters.

It's like playing the same kind of baseball with the other party at all.

But I've come here, and it's definitely not okay to retreat.

He could only do his best to rush up.

He was the first hitter, according to the strength of Seido High School, as long as he could get on base.

The chances of scoring at Qingdao High School are very good.

Straight ball!

Straight Ball!!

As soon as he started, Tojo aimed for a straight ball.

He has a clear judgment of his own strength. Hongo Masamune's ball speed reaches 150 kilometers and he can't hit it.

All he could aim for was a straight ball.

With his swing speed, it was also difficult to catch up with the 150-kilometer ball. Therefore, it is necessary to judge the timing of the swing in advance.

One, two......

Here it comes!

When Masamune from Hongo started the fight, Tojo was already calculating the time in his mind.

When Hongo Masamune threw the ball, he also unceremoniously swung his bat.

"Ping!"

The bat hits the small white ball as if it were hitting reinforced concrete.

The huge anti-shock force almost made Tojo get out of his hands.

Damn, so heavy!

This feeling is as if being crushed by the other party.

The tip of Tojo's tongue pressed tightly against the upper tooth hall, and he used all the strength to feed, forcibly sweeping the small white ball out.

"Smack!"

The little white ball turned around and flew out of bounds.

"Whew, Whew!!"

Tojo gasped and looked at Hongo incredulously.

This guy's ball power is even stronger than that of Gu Xiao.

But.

Finally caught up!

Originally, he couldn't even touch Hongo's Masamune ball, but now he finally touches the ball.

And as long as you can touch the ball, you can hope to hit the ball out.

In the position of the catcher, Renji looked at Tojo again.

Qingdao?

Is even the lower line hitter so strong?

It's incredible.

If you give the other party some more time to grow, he will probably really make a difference.

But unfortunately, time waits for no one.

Now you are still far from it.

Next Ball: Finger Fork Ball!

"Smack!"

"Good shot!"

"Strikeout!!

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