Motor motor pinch!

A home run that crossed the field in the middle and flew out of the training ground!

The fact slapped his face, Youdou touched his tall nose, showing respect for the facts: In the sport of baseball, brother (shu) is still a motor and a motor pinch!

Imai still bowed his head in the hitting area and hit the spikes on his feet with his bat, causing the sand to fall to the dust. He www.biquge.info attentive and behaved like a priest presiding over a sacred ceremony......

From the outsider's point - this guy! He is a "if you don't pretend to be forced, you will die" starman! Hiroya Imai!

Imai doesn't seem to have time to pay attention to other people's thoughts, and he is still immersed in his own world:

The quality of the balls thrown by these wild ball boys is very good, and of course this means at their age...... If these three people can develop steadily, they will definitely have a great future in the baseball world! Sikashi, the intention of the three of them to pitch the ball is still too obvious, and they don't use enough "rituals" to cover the intention of pitching, this is the so-called "immature"! A pitcher who has been seen through is a death in the professional arena!

Imai waved his bat and continued with his YY:

Every time I hit the ball just now, it was like piling snow on a high mountain, and the pressure of the pitcher's pitch being hit by my continuous hit was like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger, accumulating more and more - only one good ball count was needed, which seemed to be very beneficial to the pitcher, and conversely, such favorable conditions could not solve the hitter's problem, and for the pitcher, the accumulated pressure was also increased in multiples. Blessings and misfortunes depend, misfortunes and blessings lurk, and the pitcher's mound has its own scenery - the last missed pitch...... It seems like a mistake, but it is inevitable! The real game is not the same as baseball comics - the harder you pitch, the faster the ball will be, and the faster you want it!

Fall Demon Pinch...... The last goal! ╰(′▽‵)╯Blessed Virgin Mary!

Of course, Imai wouldn't say that: "Yo Xi Yo Xi!" A few times three times, a few times three times, this small amount of exercise...... It's finally time for me to warm up! ”

"Are there any challengers (and those who haven't been sent to death)?"

The eyes of the members of the wild ball club were focused on Junichiro Izumita.

"This wild ball boy...... A collection of thousands of pampering in one! Imai slapped his bat with his hand and joked.

"Don't dare, don't dare! No matter how conceited I am...... I would never dare to make a mistake in front of the Imai players of the Tokyo Yakult Army! Junichiro Izumida revealed the true identity of Coach Imai in one sentence.

Nani?! (“▔□▔) (▔□▔) The wild ball boys were dumbfounded.

Tokyo Yakult Army? Isn't that ...... Professional baseball player?

Izumada recalls, "When I was in the third year of junior high school, I was lucky enough to witness Imai players in the pre-spring tournament of professional baseball...... Yes! No! is Coach Imai and serves as the team's third baseman...... In that game, Coach Imai was really powerful, hitting three home runs in a row! ”

"Just like today!" Izumita made up for it.

"It's really nerve-wracking, I didn't expect some of the contemptible people's skills that are not worth mentioning, and they can be used casually...... I was actually recognized...... "Imai's words are quite kind" God! O earth! It's not that I want to pretend to be B, it's just that my appearance is too high, my ability is too big, I just want to be low-key, why is it so difficult! ".

The witch superintendent took a step forward, controlled the scene, and stifled Imai's arrogance: "Thank you Coach Imai for speaking with his own strength, allowing Minna to have a real experience and exposure to professional baseball......"

Afraid that the scene would be controlled, Youdou interjected: "Bei...... Sister, uh...... Supervision, Minna's attacking ability to Coach Imai is already obvious to all, and he retreats and bows to the wind. But what...... Minna still wants to see what kind of earth-shattering ghosts and gods are at the level of professional baseball! Isn't it? Dear partners? ”

Youdou little monk, this time, we praise you! ——The friends also reacted quickly:

"Youdou is right! We also want to see Coach Imai in action! ”

"Didn't Coach Imai show his strength on both ends of the floor? Now there is only one side, and only one side...... Neither side can complete a game on its own, right? ”

"Yes, yes, yes! Having both offense and defense is the way of baseball, and I ask Coach Imai for a lot of advice! ”

"Coach Imai for more advice!" The word "all mouths" is unanimous.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Koya Imai again.

Imai seemed to enjoy the feeling of being in the limelight, and he first "bathed" in the pool where everyone's eyes converged - is this like no one else? Or is there no one in sight?

Then, Imai put on a picture of the great grandmaster's self-inflicted style: "Since the people are so gracious, I will come to the simplest and most unskilled skill display!" ”

Diamond Course.

Imai stands alone in the outfield. Under the gaze of the melon-eating masses, four metal garbage cans were erected on the four bases - the opening of the garbage can is facing upward, and the size and diameter of the opening is 3/2 of the size of the household wastepaper basket, if the size ratio is 1.5:1

Imai also had a basket of baseballs in front of him that had been cleaned and used for practice.

What kind of rice is this?

Is it to throw the baseball into the trash from Imai's outfield position?

Masaka?! Imai is standing 60 meters away from home plate, and if you look at the opening of the trash can, you can see that the opening is actually only the size of a slit......

"Yo Si! Let's warm up first! Imai said, bare hands, and picked up a baseball with his left hand.

Imai looked like he barely had much aim, and as soon as he raised his hand, he threw the ball at the trash can, the one on home plate farthest away.

"Bang!" The first goal didn't go in! Just smashed into the side of the trash can!

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" Haven't scored four goals in a row!

The crowd of onlookers fights, and on the sports glasses, the symbol of three eyes looms: the last ball smashed into the upper edge of the garbage can!

"Tong!" This one, the fifth, it went in!

Imai also seems to be encouraged, and the speed of throwing (throwing) the ball is gradually accelerating!

"Tong!" "Tong!" "Tong!" As the number of balls increases, so does the hit rate.

The sound has gradually changed from piecemeal at the beginning to continuous like war drums!

"Good! Warm-up done! After Imai said this, the speed of the pitch began to steady.

"Tong!" "Tong!" "Tong!" "Tong!" No missing shots!

All that was left of the Diamond Field was the sound of the ball coming in, and everyone else was turning their necks left and right + shaking their heads in accordance with Imai's throwing motion - even though their heads were now a mess of "shock".

Because Imai was no longer satisfied with just throwing in the direction of home plate, he began to throw the ball into the four garbage cans one by one!

It's still a no-brainer!

It's amazing! There is wood, there is ah!