PS: I still owe a watch. Thank you Q for the children's shoes tip.

"Huh"

"Smack"

"Good ball, hitter out, three out, offense and defense exchange !!"

After winning the number of Yang Xianchen's outs.

Rong Chun's whole person's momentum has reached its peak, and it can be said that it is in an excellent state.

The six sticks of Mingchuan High School who came on the field afterwards couldn't stop Rong Chun at all, three goals and three strikeouts, Rong Chun successfully ended the attack of Mingchuan High School in this game, and it was still a wonderful performance of three up and three down.

At the moment of the change, the bench seats and the support group presented a warm cheer.

"Good ball, Sawamura"

"Beautiful pitching, great shape today."

"Steady, steady, it's only the second game."

"Sawamura, keep attacking, you can do it."

"Rong Chunjun, come on!!

Above the first base, in the support bench of Qingdao High School, the four female managers of the baseball club also sat side by side, among them, Yoshikawa Haruno looked at Rong Chun's dynamic figure, and his slightly moist eyes were already exposing his heart.

The two seniors beside him laughed in low voices.

"Sawamura, you're handsome, aren't you? Haruno. ”

"Uh-huh, yes, Sawamura-kun。。。。。。" Suddenly, he heard a sound beside him, and Chun Nai had a little subconscious reaction, nodded desperately, and quickly agreed.

When she reacted, she caught a glimpse of the snickering looks of the two senior sisters beside her, and her cheeks couldn't help but blush.

The third-grade senior sister showed a soft smile and gently patted Chun Nai's head.

This made Yoshikawa Haruno feel even more shy, and there was a trace of green smoke coming out of his head.

"The ball is very good, today, did you feel good?"

Back on the bench, Miyuki, with the help of others, said to Rongchun beside him with a smile while taking off his catcher armor.

"Probably, maybe there is a reason for being stimulated, I can't say."

Rong Chun smiled lightly, and said in a more solemn tone in a rare way.

"That's a very powerful trump card."

It's just a round of pitching, but just the pitching of that game has already made Rong Chun feel a lot, plus in the original book, Yang Xianchen's performance in the face of Qingdao or the performance of Pharmacist High School in the autumn competition has always made Rong Chun remember it vividly.

This is an admirable pitcher, in every sense of the word.

Rong Chun's words made Yu Xing's expression slightly stunned, and then a different color flashed in his pupils.

"Indeed, a good pitcher." Yu Xing nodded slightly, and his gaze also shifted not far away, and the third base direction was in the Mingchuan High School bench, above Yang Xianchen's figure.

"In the second half of the second inning, Qingdao High School's attack, five bats, third baseman, Masuko-kun."

Zengzi's predecessors are probably Yang Xianchen's favorite beaters.

Looking at the sound of Zeng Zitou stepping into the strike zone, Rong Chun couldn't help but flash such a thought in his heart, at this point, Yang Xianchen is just the opposite of Rong Chun, at this stage of Rong Chun, the ball control is not quite a good moment, relying on the characteristics of the quirk ball, he is still quite afraid of the pure power of Zeng Zitou.

The kind of power that can blast you out as long as it touches the ball, this power is really terrifying.

Correspondingly, Masukoto's skills are not as superb as those of other players.

Yang Xianchen, who has reached an extreme level of ball control, likes to deal with such a hitter the most.

"Huh"

"Smack"

"Good Ball !!!"

Rong Chun almost just flashed such a thought in his mind, the low ball in the outer corner that flew by, it was the first ball that made Masuko swing through the air.

Then, next.

"Huh"

"Pong"

Masuko's face changed.

"Whoosh"

"Snap"

"Out-of-bounds!!"

With strong force, this ball flew quite far, but under Yang Xianchen's calculation, it completely flew out of bounds.

With just two goals, Yang Xianchen chased Zeng Zitou.

Yang Xianchen's pitching moment is always carefully calculated.

The extra number of balls is basically non-existent, and his pitch is a real pitch with strong tightness.

"Huh"

"Smack"

"Good ball, hitter out!!!"

Change ball in the high of the inside corner!!! Tricked...

After Zengzi was in the air, a faint and unwilling look appeared on his face.

"Hmph, if you only have strength, it's impossible to touch my ball... Yang Xianchen took the ball thrown from the pass with his backhand, snorted lightly, and thought secretly in his heart.

Since it's so hard to score from that pitcher, it's going to be a long game.

You must hold on, bite the opponent on the score, and when appropriate, you can let the opponent's strong hitter go to base, but you must not lose points, once you can't hold on, this game will be able to announce the game over.

A look of determination flashed in Yang Xianchen's eyes.

"Six sticks, catcher, Miyuki-kun."

It's really a precision machine, such a pitch, presumably, just increased the seniors, very aggrieved.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Miyuki slowly stepped into the strike zone.

At the moment when Yu Xing stepped into the strike zone, on the pitcher's mound, Yang Xianchen's eyes narrowed slightly.

All the information about Yu Yukiichi also flashed in his mind, for Yang Xianchen, Yu Yuichi is definitely the best type of catcher, not only in terms of catcher ability, but also in terms of strike, he can also be used as the existence of a team of axes.

Winning this fighter here can further suppress the arrogance of this team.

Yang Xianchen bowed slightly, patted his left arm lightly, and at home base, Mingchuan High School catcher Sekiguchi looked stunned, and then nodded, and put the ball cover back in another position.

If you're a brain-beater, the first goal needs to be...

When he raised his hand, a white light flashed out.

"Huh"

Here it comes!?

When the beam of white light flew closer, Miyuki's hands in the strike zone moved slightly, and then a different color flashed in his pupils, and he stopped swinging his stick.

"Smack"

"Good Ball !!"

The sound fell, and Miyuki frowned.

On the edge of the outside corner, it's not impossible to judge this ball well, but, referee, your decision is too decisive, right?

Sure enough, Yang Xianchen's precise ball control has gradually affected the referee, basically, this kind of marginal ball, I'm afraid the referee will be on Mingchuan's side.

It's really tricky.

Miyuki gripped the bat tightly, slightly longer, and moved closer to home plate.

"Huh?"

Yang Xianchen frowned slightly, and approached the position, is he planning to block the inside corner!? Aiming for an outside corner?

The subtle changes in Yu Xing's movements did not escape Yang Xianchen's gaze, and in a moment, Yang Xianchen's brain was running, and many possibilities flashed.