Chapter 1: Count the players

After the second class in the afternoon, it is time for the activities of the various clubs in the school to begin. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was the first time for Li Yuanrang to participate in extracurricular activities, and he held the freshly filled application form in his hand, and moved behind Yabe to the practice field with a stomach full of questions.

"Yabe."

"Huh?"

"You know I've never played baseball before, right?"

Halfway through, Li Yuanrang decided to talk about his doubts.

"You know, baseball isn't popular over there."

"Then why did you invite me to participate?"

"Of course, it's because the baseball club can't make up the lineup right now."

"What about the other members, they're all inexperienced?"

"The others started playing when they were in the middle school."

"Then wouldn't a novice like me be holding back?"

"But if no one drags its feet, you won't even be able to play the game."

"Why don't you ask the rest of the class again?"

"Those guys who went straight up from the middle school? If they could go to middle school, they did. ”

Most of the students at Peace School High School come from the middle school and go straight to the middle school. Less than 1 in 10 students are enrolled from other sources.

"But there are other students from outside, right?"

Li Yuanrang asked.

"I've asked Donald from Group A, but he can't communicate Japanese at all. His surname is Hirata. ”

Donald is an international student from the United States, and it is said that he is a quarter of Japanese ancestry, but he is not visible at all in appearance. The Japanese he had only started studying before he came to Japan was still not able to communicate.

"Speaking of which, Lee, your Japanese is good."

"When I was in elementary school, I even watched animation raw meat with guessing......"

"Raw meat?"

"Oh, it's just a cartoon without subtitles......"

The two chatted all the way to the side of the court. Several members of the baseball team on the field have already started training. A muscular player stood in the strike zone and hit the pitching machine into the field one by one. Many balls hit directly on the raised fence of the home run wall. If on a normal field, the balls have already flown off the field.

"That's the head of the baseball club, a third-year Fukushima senior."

Yabe introduced on the side.

"Are there a lot of seniors on the team?"

Li Yuanrang asked.

"Now there are only two third-graders who can play, and then there are four ...... second-graders."

"Do you need to prepare drinks for seniors or something during training?"

From the manga, he learned a little bit about the disparity between seniors and seniors in Japanese schools, and if it was a sports team, it seemed to be common for the junior to be called by the senior.

"No, no, no, our school doesn't have that kind of rules, have you forgotten the school motto?"

"Universe...... Peace? ”

Of course, Li Yuanrang remembered this sentence, and from the day he entered the school gate, he felt that the school's motto was a little strange. So naturally it was impressive.

"Let me tell you, the chairman of our school is the founder, and he is an American. The old hippies of the 1970s, the kind that loved and peace all day long. Later, I don't know why I had a Japanese girlfriend, in short, their generation of hippies seems to be quite popular to have Japanese girlfriends, and then after the two got married, they used the money from the woman's mother's family to come to Japan and open this school......"

"Peace is peace, but don't you Japanese generally talk about peace?"

"It's true, peace is what you say, but when the school was registered, it was said that peace had already been preemptively registered, anyway, the order of the Chinese characters doesn't affect the reading! These school history introductions are written in the introductions to the school at the time of admission. ”

"I haven't read it."

“…… Well, let's go see Mr. Sato first. ”

In the rest area on the side of the first base on the side of the court, a middle-aged man with a stubble face sits on the sidelines wearing a slightly tight jersey and holding a smartphone in his hand.

Most of the time his eyes are focused on the screen of his phone, smiling from time to time. Occasionally, I would look up at the players training on the field, and then within three seconds I would continue to look back at my phone.

This is the instructor of the baseball club, and Ichiro Sato, who is also the coach for the time being. The subject taught in school is geography.

Li Yuanrang was taken by Yabe to greet the teacher, and then submitted his application for admission to the department.

Sato brought the form and signed it directly in the permitted position without even looking at it.

"What position did you play in middle school? Hard or soft? ”

Sato seems to be pleased with the fact that he has nine starters. A smile on his face when he asks a question.

"Actually, I haven't played before......"

Li Yuanrang replied. He wrote "None" in the baseball resume column of his application form.

"Novice, it's okay, it's okay, I still see you as a valuable combat power. Keep it up! ”

Sato then began to confirm the contents of the application form.

"Born in China? Hiroshima or Tottori? ”

"Actually, it's a ...... on the other side of the sea."

Yabe reminded in a low voice.

"Of course you know! What are you suspecting, I'm a geography teacher! ”

Sato tried to hide his embarrassment with anger, but even he couldn't help laughing when he said it.

"One hundred and seventy-nine centimeters tall and eighty-two kilograms in weight...... Lee, you can't see it's so heavy. ”

Sato continued to confirm the information on the form.

"That was the weight of two months ago, maybe I've lost some now? I've been walking more than 10,000 steps a day lately. ”

"To lose weight?"

"To show off ...... on social networking sites"

"Well, if you're happy."

Sato jotted down a line of small print in the weight column and continued to ask.

"Yabe, how tall is Fukushima."

"About eighteen-four?"

"Then Li is estimated to be taller than Fukushima in his third year of high school."

"Not necessarily, I haven't grown since I was in the fifth grade."

"Yabe, you're in the fifth grade of elementary school, you're 165? You were tall in the class at the time, right? ”

"That's why I was asked to be a catcher at that time."

Because to deal with possible overthrows and baseball wipes, or to block the entry of offensive players on third base, catchers tend to choose taller players. Even as a pitcher's target, a larger catcher is more conspicuous.

"It's really hard to be a catcher in 165."

'I also want someone to do it for me, and now I want to be on the field.

On the baseball field, catchers need to sit at home plate for the entire game and pass every ball they receive back to the pitcher. In fact, it is the second hardest position on the field after pitchers.

"I've finally got nine people together now, but Li definitely won't be able to squat for you."

"yes, he should only be able to play the right eight ...... now"

The right eight refers to the right fielder's eight bats.

In East Asia, many left-handers are corrected from an early age to right-handedness. Therefore, the number of amateur baseball players is also relatively high.

Outfield throws from a right-hand player rarely reach the right fielder's range. So in amateur baseball, the right fielder is generally the lightest player on the field.

As for the eighth batter, it is often the worst batter on the team.

The right eight, who also serves as the right fielder's eight, refers to the fact that this player is the weakest link of the whole team in terms of attack and defense.

Li Yuanrang also understands in his heart that he who has never had baseball experience can only play such a role now.