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

"Come on, cheetah of Qingdao."

"It's up to you, cheetah, let's get a base."

"Kurachi, attack."

"Let's go straight to the base."

"Let the other party whisper your speed, Kurachi."

Chanting of solidarity, a familiar cynical smile, Cang Hold carried his bat, and stepped into the strike zone with a wicked smile.

Kuramochi had a relaxed smile.

But Chengkong's side is not easy, all of them are like facing a great enemy, it should be said, basically these teams of Qingdao High School are full of fear of Cangzhi, the Qingdao stick.

This guy's feet are just too fast.

The kind that is put to other fighters, 99% of it is the inner field rolling earth that will be blocked.

This goods can run out of an Uchino An call.

This kind of foot on base, Chengkong High School can't even be afraid of it.

It was also when Kuramochi had just set foot in the strike zone that the positions of the infielders were all moved forward, and even the defensive positions of the outfielders were moved forward.

"This is to completely block the Uchino hit."

Rong Chun, who was on the bench, narrowed his eyes and muttered softly, Rong Chun really didn't expect Chengkong High School to dare to take such a bold way of guarding in the first game.

No, it's not.

Perhaps it should be said that it is precisely because it is the first game that such a risky move is used?

Rong Chun's eyes moved slightly, revealing a different color.

At the same time, Shinichiro Kashi, who was at home base, also showed a solemn look.

If they pass through, then they will accept their fate in a hole, otherwise, they must go down to this beater.

They know very well that if they want to stop Qingdao from scoring, the most important thing is to prevent Kuramochi from getting on base in the first place.

Long Ping, you have to be very cautious about the first goal.

Shinichiro Tsugai moved his fingers lightly at home plate.

On the pitcher's mound, the ace Kojima Ryuhei also nodded heavily.

“playball！！”

The presiding judge gave an order.

Strike zone.

Kuramori's expression immediately froze, his tense body, a cold light passing through the depths of his pupils, and he stared closely at Kojima Ryuhei on the pitcher's hill.

Dare to underestimate my striking ability.

The ball is a little better, see if Uncle Ben doesn't blast it out for you.

Kuramochi clenched his bat tightly, and a hideous look appeared on his face.

First goal.

"Whew!"

Thick steps to step on.

The moment the heavy body suddenly moved forward, Kojima Ryuhei shook his arm vigorously.

A bright light sped out here.

A thick texture hits the face.

A flickering white light, next to home plate.

Strike zone.

A cold light flickered in Kurachi's pupils.

"Huh"

The figure that was pulled apart, the bat that twisted sideways, shook hard at that moment.

"Pong"

Coerced balls.

On the occasion of colliding with a bat in the next second.

The roaring aftertaste.

Let Kuramori's eyebrows raise slightly.

Not because of the vibration, but because the ball is not as textured as expected.

Joy adds eyebrows.

Holding the qi and sinking dantian, the lower body was stabilized with all his strength, and with the power of the twisting of the body, the bat was suddenly pressed down, and with a soft shout, the afterimage of the dazzling metal bat.

A sharp screech exploded in the sky.

"Whoosh"

The ball that was thrown out by Kuramochi.

White lines twinkling in the sky.

Suddenly, Shinichiro's face changed at home plate.

On the pitcher's mound, Kojima Ryuhei's bulging face showed a gloomy look.

"Hardcore!!"

There is only the speed of the ball, there is no ball power, and the tail strength does not come out of the straight ball.

There is no pressure at all to strike at the position.

The ball flew quickly over the infield.

Kojima Ryuhei's straight ball, which can be called a bad ball, made Chengkong High School, which originally chose to take a risky defensive move, take unnecessary risks here, and the previous choices and efforts were completely in vain.

"Smack!"

Kuramochi's long-term play ability is not strong at all, and this ball did not fly too far.

Instead, it fell in the middle of the field.

Originally, it was a goal that could be a catch, but due to the forward defense of the outfielders, Kuramochi's ball was not received by the players of Chengkong High School at all.

At the same time as the ball falls.

Kurachi's flying-like figure rushed past the first base.

It made the infielders of Chengkong High School instantly creepy.

Damn, that's too fast, isn't it!?

"Hurry up, Uchino!"

If it's not a little faster, this guy might be able to go straight to third base.

is also in line with that sentence.

If Kuramochi is allowed to go to base, it will really be a big trouble for Chengkong High School.

When the stalwart of Narikong High School picked up the ball, Kuramochi was already approaching the second base, and he was still full of desire to rush to third base.

Between the stalwarts and backhands, he quickly threw the ball towards the infield.

"Smack"

The scene of the shortstop receiving the ball instantly caught Kurachi's eyes.

Kuramochi was decisively stopped at second base.

If you take a step further, you may be killed, or you will be counted when you see it.

Even so.

Kuramochi's appearance of staying on the second base bag and posing for victory still made the group of people at Narikong High School a little bit gritted their teeth.

"Oh oh oh, wonderful base, Qingdao High School god runner, with only one hit that just crossed the infield, successfully stepped on the second base, the first inning, Qingdao High School ushered in the best scoring opportunity!!"

The high-pitched voice of the host commentator rang out.

The audience burst into cheers.

The bombardment supervisor above the stands felt a little toothache, this Qingdao is a stick, it belongs to the kind of guy who can be extremely brilliant if he gives a little sunshine, absolutely, he must not give this guy such a chance.

Even the superintendent of the national friends not far away frowned, and remembered the scene of the summer competition in his mind.

Long Ping, you are too the first ball, relax your shoulders, if you do this, it will be difficult to control the ball.

At home plate, Shinichiro Kaji looked at Kojima Ryuhei with a solemn expression.

Kojima Ryuhei also bit his lip tightly and nodded fiercely.

I don't know what's going on.

Today, Kojima Ryuhei always feels that he has a feeling that he can't do it.

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

"Spring market, wait a minute, don't hesitate, the pitcher in Chengkong, it doesn't look like the initial state is very good today, the ball power and tail strength have not come out, just the speed of the ball, there is no need to be afraid at all, aim for the first ball and shoot."

Before entering the field, Rong Chun, who had just stepped into the strike zone, stopped Chunshi and whispered to Chunshi.

Chun Shi's mind couldn't help but flash the ball that Kuramochi had just knocked out, and a thoughtful look passed through the depths of his pupils, and he nodded knowingly.

"Well, I know, Rong Chunjun."

Chun Yi nodded resolutely and replied softly.