Night, Seido High School, indoor training ground.

"Huh"

"Smack"

"OK, OK, OK, it feels good."

Miyuki caught the ball firmly and threw it back with a backhand, saying with a smile.

"Well, basically, there's no problem, you can play at any time."

Not far away, Rong Chun put the ball into the ball cover, moved his neck, and replied calmly, to be honest, although he started the two games, and stayed until the end of the game.

However, if you don't pitch the ball on the pitcher's mound, it's always very embarrassing for a pitcher.

The current Rong Chun is like a strong fiery force in the backlog.

There was an urge to squirt out immediately, immediately.

"Tut, Ace, it's an itchy hand."

"Well, after all, I'm a pitcher." Rong Chun admitted it very directly, and after returning from Koshien, it has been more than 20 days now.

I haven't been on the pitch for so long.

As the ace of the team, this is not only an itchy hand, but the cells of the whole body are starting to be agitated.

"Although you want to pitch, unfortunately, the supervisor may not arrange for you to play in the preliminaries, anyway, you have too many consecutive rounds in the summer tournament, and now it seems that the fatigue has been eliminated, but the fatigue accumulated in that situation is not so easy to eliminate, especially this summer is so hot, the burden on your shoulders is very great, the supervisor does not want you to stress too much."

"Huh"

"Smack"

Yu Xing once again caught the ball thrown by Rong Chun steadily, and said to Rong Chun with a smile.

"Besides, the opponents in the preliminaries are very poor, and they don't need aces to play at all, do they?"

Miyuki blinked and said with a playful smile.

"That's what I said."

Rong Chun sighed with a little pity.

"Alright, that's all for today."

"The last ball, finish with a straight ball." Yu Xing pulled the clock above, hammered the ball cover in his hand, squatted down, and said in a deep voice to Rong Chun who was not far away.

"Huh? Is this the end of it? Throw a few more shots, Miyuki senior. ”

After hearing Yu Xing's words, Rong Chun suddenly showed a dissatisfied look, how long has he been throwing, because he can't pitch on the field, he has accumulated a lot of things that have not been released.

Yuxing senior, if you do this again, the friendship boat will capsize.

Rong Chun's eyes widened, staring straight at Miyuki Kazuya.

showed the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Of course, Yu Xing is Yu Xing, how could Rong Chun easily shake his decision, besides, in the original recovery training, the number of shots per night was specified.

This was decided by Chris's predecessors himself.

For the sake of Rong Chun's shoulder, it is a very reasonable setting.

"Alright, just one ball, Sawamura."

Miyuki shook his head, still very resolutely.

"Don't say that now, even in a complete state, the amount of training per day should be controlled within a reasonable range, right? This point is very clear to the overseer. ”

"Okay。。。。。"

The other words are not very useful.

But after Miyuki's last sentence lifted Inspector Kataoka out, Eijun was like a deflated ball, deflated, and Eijun flattened his mouth.

Hmph, since it's the last ball, it's still a straight ball.

Rong Chun's eyes suddenly lit up.

I thought of the feeling that occasionally flashed through my fingertips during the summer competition.

At that moment, what appeared was a straight ball that belonged to Rong Chun alone, which came out the night before the final of the autumn tournament in the original book.

The cleanest straight ball.

Originally, it was a race in Koshien.

Rong Chun has a strong sense of wanting to put this ball into action.

It's just that at that time, it was still during the tournament, and in order to be safe during the period, I didn't force myself to practice because I didn't let my pitching posture go out of shape or if I had problems with ball control.

After I came back, I was also busy with rehabilitation exercises some time ago.

and the tacit understanding of the new team.

I didn't think about this problem for a while.

Tonight, it's a coincidence.

The corners of Rong Chun's mouth curled slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and it was also at the moment he saw this smile that Yu Xing, who was squatting not far away, couldn't help but burst out in his heart.

Be reasonable, for your own ace junior brother.

Don't look at Yu Yuyu's expression every day, he seems to be very relaxed, and he plays Rong Chun between applause.

But actually.

For Rong Chun, Yu Xing still feels a headache, after all, Qingdao is the most eccentric, very calm, very childish, and very trustworthy trump card in history.

This is the only one, and there is no other semicolon.

Miyuki is always on the lookout for this guy to come to such a moth.

Like now.

"Hey, Sawamura, it's a straight ball."

Yu Xing was a little uneasy, and reminded Rong Chun again.

"Well, you know, it's a straight ball, a straight ball."

Rong Chun smiled, but did not hide his current mood at all, and replied with deep meaning.

Rong Chun recalled the feeling of the rudimentary shape of the ball he threw in the summer game, as well as some skills of the straight ball that can be called "acceleration" in the original book.

Specifically, it's not really accelerating.

It's just that Rong Chun's straight ball, from the beginning of the throw to the final income into the ball sleeve, in this distance, the ball speed will not decrease, and the initial velocity and tail velocity are the same.

It will give people a sense of acceleration.

And such a ball that can also be called a special magic ball, the biggest reason is that.

"Super high-speed spin!"

Rong Chun's eyes suddenly opened, and he held the ball in his left hand without loosening or tightening.

Adjust your center of gravity slightly back.

The roundness of the fingertips comes from the heart.

Raised right leg high.

With home plate and forming a straight line, he took a mid-range span, and then, his left arm swung down suddenly, and a little cold light suddenly sped out at this moment.

This straight ball? Something doesn't seem right!?

In Miyuki's suddenly constricted pupils.

"Whew!"

Coming in a hurry.

So fast!?

A STRAIGHT BALL WITH A BALL SPEED OF ONLY 135KM.

In this moment.

Looking at the small ball that came to him, there was only one thought that flashed through Miyuki's mind in an instant.

It's a clean ball without the slightest twist.

The second it came at a gallop.

"Smack!"

In Miyuki's slightly stunned expression, but also with a little surprised expression.

The ball sinked into Miyuki's ball sleeve with precision.

There is a slight trance, only emotion.

At this moment, there is only one emotion in Yuyuki's heart.

looked at Sawamura Eijun, who showed a faint smile not far away.

"This kid really made a moth for him!!"

But what a wonderful moth!!

Look at each other.

A sly and smug smile flashed in Rong Chun's pupils.

Yu Xing couldn't help but show an expression of amazement and admiration, and said such a sentence very sincerely.

"Good shot!!"