"In the first round, you can completely aim at the pitcher's low ball and shoot, it is naturally best to be able to hit, and it doesn't hurt if you don't hit, but you must be bold in swinging the bat, and the timid half-hanging swing will only boost the opponent's momentum, and it will be knocked out of the game, and you must put pressure on the opponent in terms of momentum, understand!?"

On the first base side, in the bench of Seido High School.

The first nine people from Seido High School formed a circle, and Superintendent Kataoka stood in front of Eijun, Miyuki and others with his hands crossed.

He said in a solemn tone.

"Yes!"

"You can try to aim for that pitcher's knuckle after two good shots, and by the way, Sawamura and Miyuki, and Maezono don't need it."

Hiromitsu Ochiai, who was standing next to Superintendent Kataoka, rolled his eyelids, still saying in a lazy tone.

Be reasonable.

It is true that the last game against Ukumori High School gave Seido High School a memorable lesson.

But in the end.

That's all a small probability.

Moreover, Rong Chun's loss of points is indeed an amazing explosion of the opponent in a game.

The loss of points is not that Ukumori is really tough, but that it is Xiao's own problem, and there is a little bit of responsibility for Yuyuki.

Of course, there will still be a lot of attention to tactics.

But strategically.

It's really hard for Hiromitsu Ochiai to care much about such a metropolitan high school.

Ultimately.

The lower limit of metropolitan high schools is very high, but the upper limit is already there.

No matter how high it is, it can't go anywhere.

After all, as long as Qingdao can play normally and win, it is a high probability event.

Thinking so, in reality, Ochiai Hiromitsu still did his job very well, and the opinions given, most of the audience were a little confused.

However, Rong Chun and Yu Xing flashed a thoughtful look.

In the control of some small details.

This old fox coach is really not comparable to few people can compare to it Rong Chun Yuguang glanced at Ochiai Hiromitsu slightly, and thought secretly in his heart.

In simple terms.

It's a matter of routines and anti-routines.

At this point.

Hiromitsu Ochiai is really the ultimate state.

"In the first half of the first game, the attack of Qingdao High School, a stick, a shortstop, Kuramochi-kun."

Do you aim for a low ball thoroughly?

Kuramochi let out a hot breath.

A dangerous cold light flashed through his pupils.

On the pitcher's mound, Ruolin Hao met this gaze, a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and a sneering look flashed in his eyes, isn't he just an inferior beater who can only run?

Can such a person actually become the first mover of a wealthy family?

A mere wealthy family.

See how I crush you!!

“playball！”

The presiding judge gave an order.

The catcher's gaze suddenly met that of Wakabayashi Hao.

Fingers moved slightly.

"Huh"

A flash of white light rushed out here.

It came in the direction of the strike zone Kurachi.

Outside corner.

Kurachi's eyes flickered.

The shadow of the ball comes into view.

Footsteps followed.

"Huh"

Dancing bats.

Driven by the cold breath of the forest.

"Smack!"

At the moment of the zero point encounter.

The ball was in a delicate position, avoiding the interception of the bat, and scurryed into the catcher's sleeve behind him, making a clear sound.

"Good shot!!"

This seems a bit far, right?

Moreover, is this what Watanabe said about the outside corner straight ball road? However, it doesn't look like the garrison has moved, right?

The empty swing of the first ball.

Kuramochi didn't care, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he really didn't notice any movement in the other party's garrison position.

Hisashi Watanabe, who was in the stands, Miyuki and others on the bench were all extremely careful at this time observing the garrison mode of Wanggu High School.

It's just that Kuramori is here, and he has fallen into a misunderstanding of thinking.

In fact, what Watanabe Senpai said was that the defensive position was shifted to the right, and the words of encouragement from the fielders could deduce that the opponent's ace would throw a straight ball into the outside corner.

It's not that Wakabayashi throws a straight ball from the outside corner.

The garrison position will be moved.

There is a sufficient relationship between the two, but it is not necessary.

That's it.

A little further observation is still needed, and the follow-up position may be understood.

"Very good, it feels good today."

Ruolin Hao shook his shoulder slightly, revealing a satisfied look.

In this way, he can boldly control every ball in the corner, which is very good news for their Wanggu High School.

"Luck is also part of strength."

A scorching flame danced in Ruolin Hao's eyes.

Wait, damn giants, let's take a look at what is the real art of baseball, baseball is played by intelligence, not brute force.

Second goal!

"Whew!"

A flickering cold light.

Sharp corners, sharp angles.

Let Kurachi frown.

"Huh!"

Footsteps, dancing bats.

"Smack!"

Another clear sound sounded.

Perfectly avoided the interception of the bat.

Precise curvature.

Running into the corners.

"Good Ball !!"

The sound of the presiding referee made Kuramochi's face darken.

This soulless guy is still the same way as the ball just now, but a little bit on the outside, it's a damn bad ball.

Kuramochi gritted his teeth, and his eyes jumped with a touch of anger, this feeling of being teased was really not good at all, especially when he met Wakabayashi Hao's slightly smug and playful smile in the next second.

The green tendons on Kuramochi's forehead suddenly jumped.

I almost wanted to smash the bat in my hand directly.

This guy.

The degree of bad personality is comparable to that little sun in Didong, no, it may be comparable to that guy Yuxing. (Everyone: You are not qualified to talk about others in terms of bad character.) ）

It's already two good balls.

Then the next goal, it is very likely to be...

Kuramochi took a deep breath to calm down his mood, and the bat he clenched in both hands adjusted his body slightly.

"Huh"

The next second.

Shimmering white light.

Rush up time.

Here it is, finger forkball!

Kurachi's eyes froze, and a touch of joy swept through the depths of his pupils.

I've been waiting for you for a long time, Soul Fade Fellow.

"Huh"

A dancing bat.

Follow the projected radian as seen in the footage.

Sharp striker.

Shake the occasion.

The shadows overlap and the balls flicker.

The next moment.

The scene of the ball falling rapidly and the bat met it head-on, but unfortunately, the violent arc was beyond Kurachi's imagination.

"Smack!"

The sinking force of the air swing.

The sound of the ball sinking into the sleeve.

Kurachi's footsteps staggered, his body was unstable, and he almost slipped.

The contrast is striking.

"Good shot, hitter out!"

The most critical point is that the sound of the referee shouting made Kuramochi's face even more difficult to look at, and also made the bench, Miyuki, Eijun, Maezoen, and Superintendent Kataoka and others all show a look of awe.