PS: Thanks for the snowman shoes tip. After entering the National Day, the subscription plummeted by half, and it was actually half, and Xiaoye is now panicking. . .

"No one is out, there are people on second and third base, in this case, Kimura-kun, who has been replaced with an ace, is all eyes on him, and the first goal is !!"

In this situation, you don't need to think about it, Panasonic, go straight to it.

Kimura's slightly bowed body, cold face, and slightly shaking arms, this ace is a veritable irascible type of pitcher, all the situation is frontal, never afraid, to worry about the situation, in his eyes there is only the only thought of implementing his baseball beliefs.

In a sense, your mentality is indeed the best, Yuan.

At home plate, Yu Rong was catching up on high school, the corners of Panasonic's mouth couldn't help but curl, revealing a faint smile, Sato threw a strong ball and style in order to cater to the team's tactical arrangement, but Kimura Yuan is different, this guy was originally a strong pitcher, maybe he can give Qingdao a bigger surprise.

"The first goal, what you need is a deterrent, wave your arms thoroughly, Kimura, the red middle straight ball with all your might!!" Panasonic looked at him and moved his fingers lightly underneath.

"Huh."

A smiling face, this is Kimura Moto's look.

"Whoa!!"

The raised right leg, the footsteps, the left hand suddenly shaken.

A cold light galloped out, and galloped away in the direction of the strike zone, a little cold light arrived first, and on the strike zone, Zengzi Tou's expression was awe-inspiring, and his steps stepped across.

"Huh"

The dancing bat, the violent, the roaring straight ball that greeted it.

In the middle!? This pitcher!

"Pong!"

It's so heavy!!

Masukoto's face changed, and this posture collapsed slightly, so that Masuko Toru couldn't fully exert his strength.

"Huh"

The ball bounced out and slammed into the ground.

"Bang"

"Out of bounds!!"

"Oh oh, the first ball, the straight ball in the center, in the face of the situation that there are people on second and third base, this ace of Yurong High School did not flinch but faced head-on, this is the spirit of the ace of the giant!!"

"Damn, was the first ball so intense?"

"That's someone on third base."

"There are still five sticks known for their strength in the strike zone, and Yurong High School is really bold."

"The ball speed is 145KM, and that ball seems to be very fast."

"Left throw, high-speed straight ball, and this pitcher's tiebreaker is a spiral?"

"After all, it's the left throw of the third-grade ace, and the deviation value is still very high."

"It depends on whether Qingdao can give this ace a heavy blow in the first blow, if such a pitcher throws a rhythm, Qingdao High School must also have a headache."

"yes."

The second ball, a little lower, you definitely can't shoot so accurately, but as long as you can keep it low, Yuan.

"Huh"

"Smack"

"Bad balls."

"The second ball, the outside corner is low, this ball is off the good ball belt, and the hitter doesn't swing the bat."

"Huh"

"Pong"

"Bang"

"Out of bounds"

"Huh"

"Smack"

"Bad Ball"

"Huh"

"Pong"

"Bang"

"Out-of-bounds!!"

This pitcher,The ball has been running around.,But,The good ball belt and the bad ball belt are still very clear.,It's almost time for that ball to come.,Next, just solve the pitcher's decisive ball.,It's OK.。。。

A thought flashed through Masukoto's mind.

"Huh"

A sharp cold light flickered at this moment.

In the strike zone, the pupils of the increase shrank, and the bat subconsciously danced with it.

"Smack"

"Good ball, hitter out!!"

Straight.. Straight ball!?

After the three strikes, Masuko closed his eyes, and then opened them, and he was a little too concerned about the spiral ball.

Looking at the sneering face of Kimura Moto, the pitcher, Masuko Toru sighed helplessly, retreated from the strike zone, and returned to the direction of his own bench.

"In the end, the choice was a straight ball, only with a straight ball, Yurong High School's trump card, Kimura Moto, won the Qingdao High School five batters, one out!!"

In the bench, Superintendent Natsume nodded slightly, that's it, to make the opponent not easy to shoot, the infield still has to be vigilant to force the score, and the outfield is ready to pass straight to home plate at any time to prevent the opponent from flying high and sacrificing the ball.

Supervisor Natsume is still calmly directing the Yuei High School players on the court.

"Six sticks, catcher, Miyuki-kun."

"Miyuki, be careful, that guy's ball quality is very heavy, although it doesn't have the sense of stagnation of Kiryu's ace ball, but in terms of weight, it's comparable."

When the sideways body was misaligned, Masuko said in a low voice.

Miyuki pursed her lips and nodded solemnly.

The infield is moving forward, the outfield is moving, this group of guys, is it trying to keep a point away?

Miyuki's eyes glanced at it, and he encapsulated the general situation of the whole court, and the metal bat in his hand gently tapped the home plate on the surface, secretly thinking about it in his heart.

"Senior Yuxing, be careful, this left throw is definitely not simple." Rong Chun squatted in the strike preparation area, looking at the figure of Yu Yuyu in the strike area, and secretly thought in his heart.

Just the ball thrown by Nakimura that Kotsuchun saw in the bench, based on that momentum and feeling alone, Koeichun can conclude that this pitcher's ball is definitely the kind of rage.

It's not so much a question of hitting and not hitting, but most importantly, you can't be led by the nose.

“playball！！”

A high-pressure routine? No, here, Yu Rong High School's pitching has changed again, and it is completely out of the luck of Yuyu, can you imagine a pitcher who pitched very violently in the previous mat, and in the next mat, it is a completely different style?

At the very least, Miyuki was a little unexpected.

"Huh"

"Pong"

"Bang"

"Out of bounds!!"

It's all the ball that grazes the edge line, which makes Miyuki feel helpless.

You're obviously a scumbag with ball control, right? The difference between the low ball and the high ball is clear, but why is the edge of the high ball so well controlled?

Is this poor ball control or good ball control?

Miyuki has a feeling that he has seen a ghost.

"Huh"

"Smack"

"Good Ball !!"

The most important thing is that Yu Rong, who took the initiative to slow down the pace, made Yu Xing's original decision to hold his breath and want to make a move as if he had been blocked back.

It is just grinding foreign workers, especially the "140KM" displayed on the scoreboard, which is clearly delaying the rhythm.

"Huh"

"Pong"

Oh no!!

Screwball!?

In the next second, a white light burst in again, and when Yu Xing swung his stick, his pupils shrank, and his face showed a not very good-looking look.

"Bang"

The ball slammed into the ground, Miyuki gritted his teeth, threw away the bat and quickly ran towards first base, and at this moment, Junya Izagiki on third base stared at him, and he was about to start.

"Huh"

"Smack"

The guerrilla of Yu Rong High School caught the ball firmly and looked back at the moment.

Jun Izaoshiki on third base gritted his teeth, didn't dare to move, and honestly returned to the third base bag, and then the shortstop from Yurong High School threw the ball in the direction of first base.

"Smack"

"Out !!!"