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"Huh"

"Pong !!"

What the!?

Tojo Hideaki's face on the pitcher's mound changed drastically, and he looked at the white light that flew out, and his face showed an extremely pale look.

"Nakamidfield !!"

The first-year catcher at home plate also stood up with a changed face and shouted loudly in the direction of the field.

"Snap"

The white light quickly crossed the sky above the infield, and before the first-year stalwarts had time to react, they came to the right of the infield, and quickly landed on the surface.

In the right field, Rong Chun's body was already moving at the moment when the ball flew out.

But don't mention Rong Chun's own defensive level, it belongs to the decent kind, and the position of the ball is not something he can receive in the right field, unless he stands close to the middle field from the beginning.

Naturally, Rong Chun could only watch as his stalwarts landed on the ground when they were still several positions away from that ball.

While confirming that the ball landed, the senior runners on second and third base also ran back to home plate one after another, and a certain third-year senior in the strike zone also took the opportunity to step on the second base.

"Third !!!"

"Well done, Kondo!!"

"Defeat these rookies!!"

"Push that guy out sooner!!"

"Yes, let this group of guys know something, what is called the baseball !! of the predecessors"

"Go on, go on, Aso, let this group of rookies know what a real high school baseball !! is"

"Hmph, it's up to Uncle Ben." Sophomore starting left fielder Zun Aso carried his metal stick with a vicious expression, and glanced defiantly at Akira Shibuyani in the direction of the bench.

This action made Hideaki Tojo on the pitcher's mound grit his teeth, and his face became more and more pale.

"Is it already the third point? I just won a number of outs. ”

In the right field, Rong Chun's eyes were slightly nervous, if it goes on like this, it will really be quite uncontrollable, even Rong Chun knows very well that it is indeed difficult for the freshmen of the first year to resist the senior in terms of strength, but such a chronic self-extinction, what does it mean? . .

Rong Chun looked at the court, and they all gradually lowered their heads, revealing a depressed look on their first-year peers, and couldn't help but sink in their hearts.

This situation seems to be very unfavorable.

"Huh"

"Pong"

"Bang"

The ball hit the ground, the ball was slightly off the center of the ball, and it didn't really hit well, and the shortstop, although a little scrambling, intercepted the ball.

"Huh"

"Smack"

"Out, double kill, three out, offensive and defensive exchange!"

With a mistake in the senior year, the first-year finally scored two outs after losing the fifth point, ending the hellish attack in the first half of the first game.

The moment they heard the exchange of offense and defense, it was obvious that the eight first-year freshmen on the court, as well as most of the first-year freshmen on the bench, showed a relieved look.

Tojo Hideaki looked even more like he was about to collapse.

"Hmph, let them get lucky."

"Sorry, that ball was a bit of a rush."

"It's okay, it's already five points, and there are still eight innings, so let's take good care of the juniors."

"That's it, Tamba, and put an end to their attack quickly."

"Tamba-senpai, it's up to you."

"Well, don't worry." In the third grade, the former ace of the first army, Koichiro Tanba, a faint wisp of evil flashed in his eyes, and he responded in a deep voice, trotting towards the pitcher mound in the center of the court.

"Sa, it's our turn to attack, let's cheer up mentally, we are ready to be abused by the seniors, aren't we?"

Rong Chun clapped his hands and showed a smile, trying to cheer up this group of guys a little, otherwise, according to this state, they will be taught to be people in minutes, okay?

"Ah, yes."

"Well, what about our attack round."

It's just that Rong Chun is very disappointed that there are very few voices in Ying He, and everyone's face shows a look of depression and even despair, especially the other eight people who have just been guarding on the court.

Don't you see, Hideaki Tojo is almost on the verge of collapse?

"Ugh... Rong Chun couldn't help but sigh low in his heart, he knew that he was probably thinking too much.

Gu Xiao on the side still had an expressionless look, and Xiao Minato Harushi was very focused on wiping his bat, and he also looked a little indifferent, so that Rong Chun had such a kind of team, I'm afraid it was really completely bad.

But if Rong Chun is still stimulated by this group of first-graders like usual in the original book, so that they can have fighting spirit, Rong Chun is also unwilling.

Because, it's a bit too silly.

"Huh"

"Smack"

"Good Ball !!"

"The hitter is out, three out, the offense and defense are exchanged !!"

Sure enough, when Superintendent Kataoka's cold voice resounded on the court, the gray look in the eyes of the first-year freshmen became more and more intense.

Nine balls, without the slightest mercilessness, the third-grade shooting partners, who are also from the first army, Koichiro Tanba and the substitute catcher of the first army, Keisuke Miyauchi, won three strikeouts in the first grade in a row.

The high-speed change of the sharp curveball made these first-year freshmen even more stunned, and they would not condense the slightest aura of resistance at all, but could only feel a one-sided slaughter.

This made Rong Chun shake his head even more helplessly, how should this game be played...

"Tsk, this guy Tamba, he's in good shape today, the arc of that curveball."

"I was kicked out of the first army by Superintendent Kataoka, and after taking off the trump card, I learned from the pain."

"It's the last summer anyway, so how can you let it go."

"Well, if you can accurately throw a good ball with this curveball, you can be competent for the whole country."

"Poor first-grader, it seems that there is really no hope at all."

After the end of the first game, the huge disparity was placed in front of everyone present, the five-point difference, and the first-grade team, not to mention the score, not to mention the base, even if they couldn't even touch the ball.

It also reflects this absolute poor strength and the explosion of mentality.

In the second game, it was still the game where Hideaki Tojo pitched the ball, and he lost two points again, and he was already a real complete collapse, less than two innings, losing seven points, which was an extremely uncomfortable thing for Hideaki Tojo.

On the pitcher's mound, the expression was like a lost soul, which made everyone around them shake their heads and sigh even more.

The bloody abuse at the beginning, this infinite collapse, also made most of the first-year students fall into the endless abyss.