In the first half of the ninth inning, Chengkong High School's final attack, in a situation where there was only a one-point difference, was two outs on the field, and there were people on second base.

In this situation.

It's time for the pitchers to match.

Left pitch in the same first grade.

Such a matchup will determine the final direction of this game.

"Come on, Chang Song, you can definitely do it."

"One point, one point, Chang Song."

"Sawamura, suppress it completely, and crush all their hopes."

"Victory, victory, victory."

"Xiaochuan, come on, at least take one."

"Don't let the game end here."

"Ace, win the victory."

"Holes, holes, holes."

"Qingdao, Qingdao, Qingdao."

Whether it is Chengkong, or Qingdao, on the cliff of this last step.

Each side is pinching a handful of sweat.

One number of outs.

At this time, the fate of the two teams is at stake.

"Is it the ninth inning that is one point away again? Hehe, shouldn't you be glad that it's the second half of the miraculous ninth inning? ”

It's rare to be in such a tense atmosphere.

In the face of the strike zone.

Ogawa Tsunematsu's expression was as if he was going to devour Rong Chun alive.

Rong Chun seemed to have such a nonsensical thought in his mind.

Of course, it's just a momentary wandering world.

But he didn't escape the eyes of the black-bellied captain at home plate.

Seeing Rong Chun in this scenario, it can still be such a well, uninhibited posture.

Miyukichi couldn't help but shake his head amusedly.

Should it be said that it is worthy of Sawamura?

This guy, this is the ninth game, and he's still so presumptuous.

Hawkers, but that's the case, that's Sawamura's style.

The final number of outs was successfully won.

Oh!

The four eyes that look at each other.

The familiar evil smile of the golden partner jumped out of the corner of his mouth at the same time.

“playball”

It's a familiar way, a familiar tension.

No.

It should be said that after experiencing such a stage.

There's nothing left to make them nervous.

The presiding judge shouted this sentence loudly.

At home base, Miyuki's fingers moved slightly.

Rong Chun's rapid steps, the small ball in his hand, after his fingertips flickered and jumped.

"Whoosh"

White light coming out of your hand.

Shine in the sky.

Home plate.

Ogawa Tsunematsu's cold face, with that hideous look on his bulging face.

"Boom"

A figure that suddenly stepped out.

Shake up your hands vigorously.

"Huh"

The dance exploded with the sound of a sonic boom of metal.

"Smack"

Sharp inside corners accelerate straight balls.

The strength of the first goal.

Tsunematsu Ogawa completely missed the opportunity to swing his bat.

The ball perfectly avoided the bat interception.

Got into the Miyuki ball set.

"Good shot!!"

"The first ball, a sharp inside corner straight ball, the hitter swings the ball in the air!!"

Damn, is the time to swing the stick a little earlier?

Ogawa Tsunematsu gritted his teeth, looked at Rong Chun, who still had an indifferent chuckle on the pitcher's mound, and thought secretly in his heart.

"The second ball, the speed ball."

Rong Chun secretly bowed his head, his footsteps suddenly stepped out, his fingers pressed lightly on the ball, the pace of his steps, and the arm that shook up vigorously.

"Whoosh"

A sharp light at a glance.

Once again, the ball sped out.

Ogawa Tsunematsu's eyes widened, his writhing body, and the fat on his face trembled.

The next moment.

The bat is roaring.

The moment when the mighty momentum rises to the sky.

The ball was far away in the sky, and the bat was whistling by, and the ball was late.

"Smack"

"Two good ball !!"

Jade's coercion, the ball speed control was just right, and the two balls quickly chased the hitter.

Qingdao High School is away from the victory, and it is really just the last kick in the door.

"Keep up, keep up, you can, Ogawa."

"Knock it out, Ogawa."

"There's one more ball, there's one more ball, take it, Rong Chunjun."

"Attack, Chang Song, don't be cowardly here."

"Rush, Ace."

"Struggle !!"

“fight！！！”

You can't go down here, you have to win the game.

Tsunematsu Ogawa clenched the bat in his hand.

The sweat oozing from his forehead, the obvious scarlet in his pupils, the faint bloodshot and the bruised tendons on his forehead.

A desperate fight to let go with all your heart.

The second base wrapped the nagata that was about to move.

The corresponding is still the pitcher's mound.

Rong Chun's breezy figure.

The coercion of jade.

No one beats.

At such a critical moment, there is not the slightest external factor that will affect Rong Chun's pitching.

Looking at the strike zone.

If facing a great enemy, Ogawa Tsunematsu is determined to fight back Jedi.

Rong Chun's eyes swept through the depths of a fierce color.

"The same first-grade left shot? If there's one thing that has to be different, it's that you've never seen that stage, that scenery at the top! ”

A confident smile that emerges.

That golden halo enveloped his body.

Rong Chun suddenly stepped forward.

"Whoosh"

Raised arms.

Bright light sped out here.

"This is the decisive gap between me and you!!"

A goal with ace fighting spirit.

Rong Chun unleashed all of himself.

It's his venting and his respect.

The dead fat man in front of him, at least in terms of consciousness and strength, has won Rong Chun's respect.

Therefore, Rong Chun vowed to defeat him with all his might.

Draw a successful end to this game.

White rays that shimmer in the sky.

It was the moment when a beautiful white line was drawn through the air.

It reflects the round face of Ogawa Tsunematsu on the strike zone.

At that moment.

In that moment.

Tsunematsu Ogawa had so many memories flashing through his mind.

Hard training.

The overseer's earnest teachings.

The trust and support of your teammates.

In the end, he was fixed in that summer tournament, and his uselessness led to the shame of losing the first round of the summer.

That unbearable past.

The pain that I will never forget.

"I'm the one who wants to win!!!"

The roar in my heart, the bat dancing with all my might.

"Huh"

Flying by.

Between the balls and shadows.

"Pong"

Loud roar.

The afterglow of the tremor above the striker.

That skewed ball light.

The feeling of the palm.

The look on Ogawa Tsunematsu's face became more and more terrifying.

"Whoosh"

Balls that fly out.

It's like fate.

flew to the exact same position as the ball that Nagata knocked out.

Nagata ran to third base, and Ogawa Tsunematsu galloped to first base.

Rong Chun's figure of quickly filling in the first base.

There is also the scene where Kenta Maezono pounces viciously at the ball with a scarlet expression.

"This time, we must not miss this goal!"

Kenta Maezono had a terrifying look on his face, and his eyes were staring at the small ball that was ejecting.

"Smack"

The ball sleeve was straightened, and the ball fell steadily into Kenta Maezono's ball sleeve.

Where to turn around.

Rong Chun's figure has arrived at the first base.

Shake off the moment.

The ball sped out.

When the wind is galloping.

A huge black shadow had swept in.

Soaring momentum.

Shimmering balls,

"Smack!"

When the clear sound sounds.

Another loud bang resounded across the pitch.

Zero-point clash.

Winner, Decide !!