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"Huh"

"Smack"

"Out, three out, offense and defense exchange!"

"Won, trump card, Cheng Gong Ming, didn't allow himself to lose points again, after the four bads, he successfully blocked the attack of the follow-up beaters of Qingdao High School, and controlled the loss of points within two points!!"

Cheng Gong Ming's unwavering posture also made the joyful atmosphere of Qingdao High School slightly diluted, Cheng Gong Ming is still Cheng Gong Ming, not that a home run can shake the existence, if you want to completely attack this monster and win this game, you still need to go through a more difficult road.

But at the very least, the dominance of the beginning of this game is already in the hands of Qingdao High School.

"It's worthy of Ming, Kanto NO.1 left throw" Yu Yuyu looked at the direction of the third base, the figure of Cheng Gong Ming, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he seemed to say pointedly.

"Senior Yuxing, the method of agitating the generals, it is useless to me." Rong Chun straightened the brim of his hat, lightly hammered the ball sleeve with his left hand, and looked at Yu Xing at his side with bright eyes, and said lightly.

"Ahaha, exposed?" Yuyuki didn't mean to be embarrassed at all, and still said with a smile.

"Narimiya-senpai is Narimiya-senpai, I'm me, and I'm a pitcher who will never lose to him!!!" Rong Chun's eyes flashed with a golden halo, and the firm words made the corners of Yu Yu's eyes bend, and a different meaning flashed in his pupils.

"So, let's go, partner!"

"Yes, Miyuki Senpai!!"

"In the second half of the first inning, in this round of Daocheng Industrial Attack, on behalf of Qingdao High School standing on the pitcher's hill, it is the first-grade left pitcher with the back number 11 - Sawamura Eijun, this competition, and so far, the pitcher who has not lost a point, left pitch against left pitch, in the end, what kind of wonderful performance will this first-grade left pitcher of Qingdao High School bring us!?"

"Up, Sawamura"

"We believe in you, attack, Sawamura"

"Defeat them, Sawamura-kun"

"Rong Chunjun, come on, !!!"

"Be cautious about pitching, Sawamura"

"Solve them one by one."

"Let them call, we're behind us."

"Attack aggressively, Sawamura."

"Qingdao, Qingdao, Qingdao."

When the Seido High School players appeared on the court, the audience once again erupted in enthusiastic shouts, especially when Sawamura's figure appeared on the pitcher's mound.

The benches and support seats at Seido High School were greeted with extremely enthusiastic cheering.

At this moment, the eyes of countless people are fixed on the pitcher hill and Rong Chun's figure, and they want to see how far this first-grade pitcher can suppress the line of Daocheng Industry!?

Sawamura-kun, come on.

Rong Chun, you must win.

Two bright eyes, in those eyes, revealing pride, is longing, is trust, but also a trace of worry, at this moment, in the eyes of the two beautiful girls, only the young man stands proudly.

This is a hero in their eyes.

"In the second half of the first game, the attack of Inashiro Industry, a stick, a stalwort, Kamiya-kun"

A black figure carried his bat and walked into the strike zone with steady steps.

The pioneer of Inagi Industries, the speed is not lower than that of Kuramochi's player, Kamiya Carlros Toshiki.

Rong Chun took a deep breath on the pitcher's mound, his spirit was concentrated like never before at this moment, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Carl Ross who had stepped into the strike zone.

The best option for this hitter is not to give him a chance to start.

Otherwise, a warehouse that can run on first base on a rolling ball is the best interpretation of the meaning of Carl Ross in front of him.

Those slender legs are a sign of Carl Rose's superhuman running speed.

"Sawamura, you don't need to keep your hands at the beginning, go all out, and seize the rhythm first." Miyuki's fingers made a few secret gestures underneath.

Rong Chun bowed slightly and nodded slightly.

“Playball！！！！”

The first ball, the inside corner straight, take out our momentum first!!

A strong aura of confrontation, dense oppressive force.

This is the pitcher's mound of the finals, and this is the stage at the heart of the battlefield.

The expectation in the depths of my heart, the impulse in my heart.

Rong Chun's eyes flashed with sparks of battle.

The raised right leg, the left arm that twitched like a whip, and the soft joints were fully used at this moment, and Rong Chun pressed all the center of gravity down.

The arm is perfectly hidden behind him.

In that general situation, on the strike zone, Carl Ross had a solemn expression on his face, and his gaze was firmly fixed in the direction of the pitcher's mound, and he did not dare to deviate for a moment.

However, suddenly there was a flickering flare.

"Huh"

A cold light sped out from the direction of the pitcher's mound without Carl Ross reacting at all.

Carl Ross will be aware that the ball is coming in, and the ball is fast approaching home plate.

Carl Ross simply didn't have time to judge.

In this duel of less than 0.5 seconds, the initial stunned was already to make Kalross lose the opportunity for the duel.

You can only swing the bat on your instinct.

"Ping Pong !!!"

The ball slammed into the swinging bat.

On top of a very poor angle and timing.

The feeling that Carl Ross passed from the bat immediately changed his face.

Oh no, this one is terrible!!!

"Huh"

A knee-jerk move.

Carlos realized the blow when the bat collided with the ball, and he was bound to miss.

The most crucial point is that the angle of this blow is an angle that Carl Ross himself is very unwilling to see.

Sure enough, in the next second.

"Huh"

At home plate, the ball bounces out.

Slammed the surface, Rong Chun quickly ran down the pitcher's mound, and Carl Ross sped towards the first base at a very fast speed when the ball just flew out.

But after all, Qingdao High School, Sawamura Eichun belonged to the intentional calculation and unintentional, and seized the opportunity of this showdown.

A sliding step, scoop the ball in your hand, and the next second, throw it out.

"Smack"

At first base, the Zhe team steadily inserted the ball into the ball cover.

"Out !!!"

"Good ball, Sawamura !!"

"The reaction is very fast, it seems that you kid is not nervous at all!!"

"Go on, go on, suppress them, Sawamura!!"

"Rong Chunjun, come on, !!"

"Ugh...

Halfway through the run, Carlos stopped when he saw the Tetsu team receive the ball, sighed secretly, and looked in the direction of Nazawa Mura Eijun.

After shaking his head slightly, he walked in the direction of his bench seat.

"How?" Shirakawa had a gloomy expression as always.

"The point of putting the ball is really completely invisible, the ball speed, it looks like 135+ to the naked eye, but it should actually be a little lower, and this kid's ball is very strong at the end, and it is difficult to control the changes at hand." Carl Ross whispered, "My personal advice, you'd better watch a few shots first, don't use the touches, that change from the ball to home plate, it's hard to hit it accurately."

"Really? You're pretty high-rated. Bai He nodded expressionlessly and said.

"Hehe, wait a minute, you'll know." Carl Ross spread his hands and returned to the bench.