"This photo ......"

Akio Yabe finished reading the report in the weekly magazine and then began to study a few black-and-white photographs as illustrations. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because it was taken during the day, the clarity of the picture is quite good.

"The seat between these two people is obviously the woman's backpack, so it can't be said to be sitting together. And the position on the left is supposed to sit in Aki Suzuki. It looks like it was cut out. ”

"Yabe, what are you thinking about this, it's none of your business."

Minami Asakura, who was sitting in the front row, asked.

"It doesn't have anything to do with me, but it still has something to do with the team......"

Yabe returned the magazine to Sato-sensei, and then continued in a low voice to a few people in the lounge area.

"Hide this and don't let Masaoka see it until the game is over. Don't talk to him about it. ”

At the same time, on the playing field, first baseman Masaoka jumped high and put a flat fly ball that would have flown into the outfield and turned into a hitter in his glove, creating the third out in the top half of the second inning.

After the exchange of offense and defense, the players on the field of the Peace School returned to the rest area. Masaoka, who had just made a technical guard, put the gloves on the locker. I took off my ball cap and sat down on the other side of Mr. Sato while fanning the wind.

"Oh, the statistics booklet, is there any statistics on the opponent's pitcher, show me, maybe it will be useful for the next blow."

Masaoka stared at the book in Sato's hand and wanted to reach for it.

"Actually, this ......"

Mr. Sato quickly clenched the magazine in his hand.

"Actually, this is just a weekly magazine covered by Mr. Sato's fake cover, which is used to pass the time sitting here."

Without waiting for Mr. Sato to finish speaking, Minami Asakura grabbed the conversation.

"Weekly? Then show me too, I don't think it's my turn to hit this game. ”

"It's better not to read our first-grade students, this seems to be a weekly magazine with a lot of 'color pages'."

Yabe accentuates the tone here in the color page.

"Really? I thought Mr. Sato would read a weekly magazine with no pictures and all words. ”

"That kind of weekly? Who's going to buy it and see it......"

Mr. Sato doesn't really understand the mentality of people who buy that kind of magazine.

"Yes, Weekly Wenchun is not like that. There are also coloring pages, but there are very few swimsuit photos or anything like that. ”

As an idol house, Masaoka Ji occasionally buys the weekly magazine Wenchun to watch when there is big news in their circle.

"Let me tell you, Mr. Sato's book is not just a 'swimsuit' photo."

Yabe said pretendly.

"Huh? And there's more!? ”

Masaoka expressed surprise.

"So you first-graders, don't worry about taking it to see it, I'm a teacher anyway!"

Mr. Sato held the magazine tightly to his chest.

"What about the third-graders?"

The third-grader is passing by Miyagi, a stalwart of the batter.

……

In the second half of the second inning after the exchange of offense and defense, the latter part of the Peace School showed resilience in terms of striking, especially the eight-bat shortstop Tokuda ball to the ninth ball.

Kenta Ohtani, the pitcher of the United team, did not lose points, but his physical strength and morale were greatly depleted.

In the third game, the joint team also returned in vain.

In the second half of the third game, when it was the turn of the Peace School to attack again, the play became the start from the first bat.

With a bat, Masamune Miyagi still attacked by chopping the ball. This time, the ball landed in front of the third baseman and bounced right into the area between the third baseman and the outfielder.

Although it was not an infield hit, it finally took advantage of the characteristics of the artificial turf of Jingu Stadium to successfully hit the base.

The next second batter, Masaoka Ji, whether from the situation or the base, should have been struck as a matter of course, but he chose to shoot a straight ball from the inside corner.

After the ball hits the pitcher's side, it almost penetrates the gap between first and second base.

The United's second baseman flew sideways to catch the baseball. But by the time he got up to pass the ball, the first and second base packs were already on the opposing runner.

Li Yuanrang appeared again in this good situation where there were runners and no one was out.

"By the time we team up next year, we will be able to do better than we are now."

As soon as Li Yuan let him stand in the strike zone, the opponent's catcher Kondo Yuma next to him said this first.

"It's too early to say next year, it's only the third game of the game."

"We will have more than 60 boys in our secondary school next year, which is different from this year."

With that, Kondo signaled to the pitcher, and a straight ball from the outside corner was thrown.

Li Yuanrang originally planned to answer, but now he had to hurriedly swing his stick. The ball grazed the bat, barely a throw-in.

"There will be a new ball machine next year, and the indoor driving range will be ......"

Kondo continued to babble about his team-building plans.

"What you should be doing today is playing this game with your current teammates, right?"

"Of course, this is a good game, but we have only one pitcher from all three schools combined. I always feel that if I continue to live in the current situation, I won't be able to hold out for nine rounds......"

Before Kondo's words fell, the second ball was thrown.

A straight ball with a low inside corner, Li Yuanrang tried to swing the stick in a fishing way, but nothing was touched.

"I've told him not to try it around......"

Akio Yabe, who was in the third-base running area, stared at the strike zone and muttered to himself.

……

"Want to learn how to fish?"

Kondo asked.

Li Yuanrang did not answer. A curved ball was thrown. The ball continued to fall from knee height and finally landed outside the good ball zone. Li Yuanrang did not swing the bat.

"Next ball, I guess you're going to throw a high speedball."

Since the first few balls had been disturbed by the opponent's unhurried chat, this time Li Yuanrang simply took the initiative to raise the topic. The last time he faced the blow of Kondo Yuma, the ball that was hit Li Yuanrang felt that the opponent had cracked his own matching mode.

And now he estimates the opponent's approach in his own way, and the next goal is likely to be a high-speed ball. This is a common trick used to trick a batter into swinging a bat.

For this strategy, Li Yuanrang is not afraid.

In fact, the sentence he wanted to say just now should have been "It's useless to fish me with a ball like a high-speed balloon."

But in the end, it was not spoken.

Since I started playing baseball, it's not just my teammates and opponents who have been saying it. Li Yuan also gave himself confidence in his eyesight and sense of space.

Especially in today's game, the referee's scale was tested on the spot, and the selection judgment was corrected according to the scale on the spot. All have achieved the desired results.

Most of the inducing bad balls thrown by the opponent. Li Yuanrang is now confident and can see it.

"Or maybe you can try to shoot at the bad ball you can get?"

Such a thought suddenly flashed through Li Yuanrang's mind.

He remembered that he had asked captain Fukushima for advice on how to play sniper high balls before this game. Now it might come in handy.

Whether the opponent will still throw a high ball after what he said is another question.