In the first half of the fourth inning, the White Dragon Academy attacked.

The injury of the white dragon third baseman completely stimulated the blood of the boy in the heart of the white dragon player.

There was never a moment when they were so united, and so hungry for victory as they are now.

To win, win no matter what, otherwise how can they be worthy of their injured teammates?

This kind of unity makes the momentum of the white dragon unprecedentedly high. Even if it is their lower position that is hitting the line now, the white dragon has shown extraordinary aggression.

On the other hand, Qingdao Road, the atmosphere is a little dignified. On the pitcher's mound, Sawamura had a solemn face. In the position of the catcher, Miyuki's face was also a little dazed......

At this time, even if everyone wants to cheer up and cheer up, they can't say anything.

Even if the injury of the White Dragons third baseman has nothing to do with them, but after all, the two sides are playing, and someone on the first team is injured, this feeling is definitely not good.

"It's not a good idea to think about it, but it's a good opportunity to attack."

In the rest area of the White Dragon Academy, Sasaki typed a code to his disciples.

"Swing the bat, run the base."

Let's use the champion of Kanto to give Huijun three years of high school as a final gift.

On the strike zone, the eighth stick of the white dragon nodded.

Then put on a chipping play.

In the position of the catcher, Miyuki didn't bother to give Sawamura a code, but just put the gloves in a position.

On the pitcher mound, Sawamura also casually pitched.

Neither of them, it seems, is out of shape.

"Whoosh!"

Even Sawamura's previous tackling of Kitaoji and Miyano's new pitching posture where you can't see the point of putting the ball is now gone.

In the eyes of the hitter, the ball is not particularly fast. It should be about the same speed as Miyano's predecessors, and the position is in the center of the inside corner.

How can the eighth batter of the White Dragon endure in the face of such a sweet ball?

He just swung his bat.

"Ping!"

The little white ball, hit and flew out.

The moment the bat touched the baseball, the eighth batter of the white dragon had a strange face.

It seems that the ball is not very powerful, and the ball is so heavy and scary that he almost can't hold the bat!

Judging from the information gathered before, Sawamura's pitching should not have this kind of power.

In other words, did the swing not hit the center of the ball?

The frustration in my heart disappeared in a flash. The eighth baton of the White Dragon Academy, after hitting the ball, spread the bat and ran to first base at a high speed.

The baseball landed badly, landing right in front of the shortstops.

Kuramochi didn't say his mantra.

Someone has just been injured, and your hip-hop and hip-hop screaming here is always bad.

Although there is no mantra, his movements are not slow at all. An arrow stepped forward, picked up the ball, and sent it to first base.

"Smack!"

"Out!"

Damn it!

The eighth stick of the white dragon was annoyed.

Finally, Sawamura threw a sweet ball, but he didn't expect him to waste the opportunity in vain.

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

In the stands.

Kanemaru looked worriedly at Sawamura on the pitcher's hill.

"Hey, stinky boy, does it matter?"

Even he felt that Sawamura's pitching was very problematic, although it did not have the terrifying ball speed of Akira Tani, but the quality of Sawamura's own pitching was also very high.

The first time I saw Sawamura pitching, the first duel strike, I could hit it directly, and I looked for it all over the country, and there must be so many.

But among these few, it is absolutely impossible to have the eighth stick of the White Dragon Academy.

But someone hit it!

This makes Kanemaru have to worry about the state of Sawamura. And looking at the spirit of Sawamura and Miyuki, it seems that they have not recovered from the loss of the player's injury just now.

"It didn't matter to us just now, the reason why the third baseman was injured was because he found it himself."

Kanamaru couldn't help but roar.

Beside him, a baby-faced little Shota grabbed him: "Don't get excited, Kanemaru-san." I feel like things shouldn't be that simple. ”

Well?

Kanemaru looked at Kominato Haruchi in bewilderment.

"Rong Chun is not the kind of person who punishes himself because of other people's mistakes. If he had hit it himself, this kind of performance would still be possible. Miyuki senior? ”

Kominato Haruichi didn't say any more, but it shouldn't be a good thing for Kanemaru to guess.

"In short, I don't think they would be so restrained and merciful because of the white dragon's injury."

On the court, the ninth baton of the White Dragon Academy went to the strike zone.

And Sawamura and Miyuki still don't seem to have recovered from their previous emotions.

Some soft-hearted viewers understand Sawamura and Miyuki's thoughts very well.

In any case, that third year was a farewell to his high school career. The rabbit dies and the fox is sad, as a player on the field, it is inevitable that there will be ups and downs in emotions.

After all, everyone is not a saint, and the players are also human beings, and they are also ordinary people.

"Hit out, hit out!!"

Looking at the listless appearance of Sawamura and Miyuki, it further stimulated the anger on the ninth stick of the White Dragon Academy.

No matter what, he wanted to swing the bat.

At this time, Sawamura's pitch came.

The ball is unbiased and is in the middle.

Did the pitcher miss a pitch?

If it was before, the beater of the white dragon might hesitate. Is it a trap to doubt? But now, he didn't care so much, and directly swung his bat.

He subconsciously believed that Sawamura, who was now absent-minded, might lose his vote.

Sawamura may be good, but there is one thing that cannot be changed. No matter how good he is, he is a first-year freshman after all......

"Walk you!"

Aiming at the ball path, Bailong's ninth stick hit the ball far away.

The ball hit a long way, very far, and flew seventy or eighty meters before it landed.

In the midfielder position, Jun Izaki waited early for the baseball to land, raised his glove to catch the ball in the glove.

"Out!"

Two outs, no one on base.

The ninth stick of the White Dragon Academy, when he returned to his rest area, was still very self-blaming.

"Damn, it's still not strong enough. If you have more power, you will win the home run. ”

"Now this pitcher is simply vulnerable."

"Shenlu, don't miss the opportunity."

"Let's fight, beat this guy back to his hometown in Tokyo."

The beaters of the White Dragon Academy are like a rainbow.

In the stands.

A professional scout, shaking his head in admiration.

At this time, his assistant was talking to him about the game.

"High school students, their psychological quality and endurance are just a little worse. was originally a very powerful Qingdao casting partner, but I didn't expect it to be messed up because of an accident. But there is no way, who makes them students, and their minds are inevitably simpler. ”

Poor mental capacity?

Simple-minded and kind-hearted?

The professional scout turned his head to look at the shooting duo of Miyuki and Sawamura.

He couldn't believe what he had just heard.

Are the two people my assistant talking about?

Did you watch the fake game, or did your assistant watch the fake game?

Otherwise, how could the views of the two be so different.

The pair of shooting partners on the field are obviously 'cold-blooded', okay?

To say that they are simple and have poor psychological tolerance is simply a joke.