"Second baseman, second baseman, Kominato-kun."

"Minato, be careful, that guy's knuckle is sharper than expected, especially the speed of falling, it's best to swing the stick faster."

When the body is staggered.

Kuramochi lowered his voice and whispered to Kominato Haruichi.

Chun Yi nodded solemnly.

The eyes hidden under the pink bangs flashed with a different kind of cold light.

"Wooden bat, oh, speaking of which, this batter is a skill batter, right, do you have the strength to use a wooden bat!?"

Wakabayashi Hao looked at the Kominato Spring City in the strike zone, and a cold light of disdain flowed in his eyebrows.

In Ruolin Hao's view, this is completely a manifestation of the arrogance of the giants.

Even in the last game, I suffered a lot.

The so-called pride of the famous family will not change either.

I have to say that if Lin Hao's view of the famous family has reached the point of paranoia, if he knew that in the original book, the so-called powerless spring market in front of him, who he looked down on, knocked out a home run against him, he probably wouldn't have made such an expression now.

"First ball, finger fork!"

For Wakabayashi, the finger cross is not a sure way to win the ball, and sometimes, the finger cross is used as a bait, or the matching idea of grabbing the number of good balls.

In the Hunting Theory of Wanggu High School.

are common means.

If Lin Hao, he will not stick to general theories.

It was also influenced by Inspector Araki.

If Lin Hao is in the control of the ball, he seems calm and at the same time, he is also very organic.

The average hitter is very difficult to catch his ball.

Even if it's as strong as a blue road line.

In the first offensive.

It's also hard to do something very good.

"Huh"

Raised arms.

The pace of the step, the body that twisted with all its might.

The strength of the lower body is exerted entirely on the arms.

The moment the arm is waved down.

A cold light appeared.

The moment when the bright cold light flies.

Spring Market's eyes flickered.

Swing your arm and dance with your bat.

The shadow of the ball that was approaching rapidly, near home plate, suddenly shook, and the light of the ball that was like a stall in an instant fell sharply after a shock.

Sharp angles.

Sharp timing of the fall.

The spring market is even a case of psychological preparation and coping with the situation.

In the first face of Wakabayashi Haona's knuckle that can be controlled in the good ball belt, there is still some lack of response.

"Huh"

"Smack!"

There was still a clear sound.

Close encounters at home plate.

In a second, a moment of time.

The ball and bat staggered past and sank into the catcher's sleeve behind him.

A crisp sound followed.

Sure enough, this pitching finger fork ball is quite good, and it is quite stable in terms of ball control, and this ball is still biased towards the outside corner, even if it is touched just now, it is very likely that it is just a throw-in.

The rest of the probability.

The batting probability is also very low.

Even the probability of being caught or blocked is higher than the probability of hitting.

Haruichi exhaled.

In just a few seconds.

It was a detailed analysis of the ball just now.

Rong Chun's jealousy is not unreasonable, this pitcher, very strong (Rong Chun: ????? Hey, I didn't say anything.)

Well, the best way to do it is.

To deal with this hitter, this force is enough, and then the outside corner kick of the same ball path shakes him, and then the inside corner straight ball solves him, and it is necessary to guard against the next two hitters.

So, here's a quick fix.

Same moment.

On the occasion of the same response.

Hitters and pitchers have their own coping plans in their minds.

Just, in this time.

In terms of psychological preparation, the spring market is already slightly better.

"Huh"

When that cold light appeared.

Here it is, a low straight ball!

"Huh!"

The pink eyes that loom under the bangs are beating out at this moment.

"Da!"

A crisp and powerful sound exploded.

Pitcher mound.

Ruolin Hao suddenly changed color.

"Whew!"

The sky is full of light.

The ball leaps out.

"Smack!"

With many fielders at Wanggu High School unable to react, the ball quickly crossed the middle of first and second base and fell into the center right field.

Kominato Harushi successfully stepped on the first base.

"Wonderful hit, two bats, Xiao Minato-kun, accurately caught the ball in the outside corner, one hit out, hit in front of the right fielder, one person out, one base, and the next thing to usher in is strong, Qingdao clear home run line, three bats, ace, Sawamura Eijun!!"

"Oh oh, nice job, Minato."

"Haha, Spring Market, I know you can do it."

"One shot into the soul!"

"OK, OK, OK, that's it, Minato."

"Anyway, don't blush, Spring Market."

"Hahahaha"

The shy young man's slightly flushed cheeks, the triumphant posture of raising his right hand.

The contrast is the pitcher's mound, Ruolin Hao's somewhat gloomy look.

"Damn, look down on this guy, I didn't expect such a delicate striking style to exist in a team of gorillas full of brute force."

Ruolin Hao bit his lip tightly and glanced at the spring market on the first base bag angrily.

However, at this time, there is no time and room for Ruolin Hao to regret what he just did.

"Three sticks, left fielder, Sawamura-kun."

"Kill him, Sawamura-kun."

"Yike!! Rong Chunjun! ”

"Ace, come on."

"Sawamura-kun, come on!"

"Rong Chunjun, come on."

The shouts of the peak, the crazy screams, accompanied by Rong Chun's entry on the field, on the stands, on the support seat of the side to which Qingdao belonged, bursts of shouts suddenly erupted.

Among them, the screams of those little fan girls, the decibels, simply broke through the sky.

The leader of the Summer King.

One of the strongest casting partners of the generation.

One of the strongest left throws.

The trump card of jade - Eijun Sawamura.

"Boom!"

Riding the waves, that is like the majesty of the emperor's landing.

The constant victory of the team.

Let the momentum on Rong Chun's body, that evil spirit, become more and more intense.

"It's coming, one of the big bosses."

When the four eyes are in response.

Ruolin Hao's eyelids rolled, and he lowered his tone, and said in a cold voice.

"Spring market is on first base, it's just the first inning, there is no need to be reluctant, and steadily advancing the base pack is the most ideal result."

Rong Chun gently danced the bat in his hand.

A faint discoloration danced in the corner of his eye, and he was ready to strike.

“playball！”

"Huh"

Flying ball light.

The white light shimmered.

Rong Chun's footsteps stepped out, his body twisted, his center of gravity sank, and his arms drove the bat.

The wind of Wech.

A snarcole sonic boom erupted.

"Boom!"

Rolling waves of air are coming.

"Pong!"

A loud thud rang out.

"Huh"

Intercepted balls.

Soaring into the sky.

"Huh"

The shadow of the ball, the fierce breath, smashed the guardrail of the stands outside the third base.

"Bang!"

A dull thud rang out.

"Out of bounds!"