Rong Chun saw Chris's senior's code, his eyes lit up suddenly, and his smile gradually became less soft and cute, but aggressive.

Rong Chun raised his arms high above his head, turned sideways to the left, raised his right leg high, and when he slashed from top to bottom, he did not face the pitcher's mound, but stepped inward a lot, his right arm slightly down, clenched his glove, and then waved his left arm at a strange angle.

Qiu Liang High School's four sticks looked at Rong Chun's awkward posture, and for some reason had some ominous premonitions, this first-year student was too strange, he originally thought that the guard rescued him, but as the game progressed, he knew how naïve this idea was.

Rong Chun didn't have time to pay attention to the mental activity of others, from his preparation posture, to the feeling of thickness coming from the soles of his feet, the support provided by his gloves, and the wonderful touch of the ball as it came out of his fingers, this ball was won.

Four Sticks watched the baseball fly in, it seemed to be faster than before, and at the moment when he swung the bat, he didn't have time to be happy, and found that the ball had disappeared from under his bat.

"Bang!"

"Good shot!"

"Gone....." he couldn't help but say as he looked at the baseball that flew into the glove, and there was some white dust floating around it, which was magnesium carbonate powder.

Without waiting for him to recover in a daze, the referee just gave an order, and Rong Chun's next ball came again, he subconsciously swung the bat, but this time it was an ordinary straight ball, and the bat was early.

"Two good shots!"

He took a deep breath and slowly spit it out, no matter how much he cared about the ball he couldn't hit, it was better to focus on the ball he could hit, but Rong Chun's last ball appeared in the farthest place of his gaze, at the far end of his bat, the outside corner of the low ball!

"Three good balls, hitter out!"

Qiu Liang's four sticks silently left the batting area with the bat, and when he walked back to the rest area, he suddenly smiled, and his teammates looked at him in surprise, and he didn't explain anything, just said lightly,

"We all underestimated the first-year pitcher, and in this game, he and the catcher were the most important points."

The truth that Qiu Liang High School perceived did not bring much effect to them, because in the subsequent pitching, Rong Chun happily struck everyone, and the Qingdao players seemed to be stimulated by Rong Chun, one by one, they were full of firepower, and once again ended the game early in the seventh game, and Rong Chun's pitch was 69 balls.

After the game, the two sides saluted in the center of the court, and Qiu Liang's four bats and captain said with emotion,

"Qingdao is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, a first-year pitcher has this level, and his pitching is very distinctive."

"Well, his name is Eijun Sawamura, and you'll see him in the official arena."

Looking at Chris's confident appearance, he smiled, didn't dwell on this, and finally at the invitation of Qingdao Dao, they went to Court A to watch the game together, their game ended earlier than expected, and the other game was almost in the middle of the game, and the battle was in full swing.

When watching the game, Chris introduced these two schools to Rong Chun, after all, they will become the opponents of Qingdao later, among which Honghua Industry is a defensive team like Qiu Liang High School, in short, there is no fighter who can pose a threat to Rong Chun, Rong Chun is not afraid of such an opponent, and Qingdao is not an ordinary team that can resist.

It is worth caring about another school, Hengsheng High School, they belong to the school that focuses on hitting, all of them are very strong, and the sound of swinging the baton can be heard outside the court, for the pitcher of Rong Chun's subtle change of the ball, it is not a good opponent, but it is simply that although the swing of this school is amazing, but the hitting rate is not high, it is best to strike out in the face of them, otherwise it is difficult to threaten them with Rong Chun's ball power and ball speed.

"Sawamura, you still have a lot of pitches left, and you can pick one of the remaining two games to play, which one do you want to go to."

"Which one does Chris think is more suitable for me?" Rong Chun did not directly answer Chris's senior's question, but wanted to see what Chris's senior thought.

"According to the phase with the team, I think you should choose Honghua Industry, but, Sawamura, I hope you can choose Hengsheng, the current team that can measure your strength is only Hengsheng."

Rong Chun looked at Chris's senior and grinned,

"Then Hengsheng, no matter who it is, I just need to kill the enemy in front of me, as for whether he is compatible with me, that will only be known after the game."

Rong Chun didn't have much interest in seeing the outcome of the game on the field, so he invited Chris seniors to do soft training together.

Eijun's soft training is actually yoga, which was recommended to him by Grandpa Tanaka, which can maximize his flexibility and maintain muscle activity. Later, he joined the Maeda Kenta gymnastics recommended to him by the seniors of the Second Army, saying that it was very suitable for Rong Chun to move his body before the game, compared to the pre-game preparation of twisting himself into a twist, Rong Chun felt that the recommendation of his predecessors was simply too good.

The match between Rong Chun and Heng Sheng was in the afternoon, which gave Rong Chun's body enough rest. When it was time to eat lunch at noon, Rong Chun and Kominato Haruichi, who had come back from the smuggling away, met a group of soldiers who had returned from the game in the cafeteria.

Looking at the relaxed expressions of the seniors, Rong Chun felt that they should have played well in this game, and stepped forward with a smile to chat with the seniors.

"Senior, good afternoon!"

"Oh~~, Sawamura, how was the game in the morning."

"It's perfect, seven innings ahead of schedule."

"Good job."

"Hehe, where, where, thanks to Chris's seniors, to be honest, with the guidance of Chris's seniors, it's super reassuring, and you can focus on the fighter."

"Of course, Chris is very strong, hateful, and I want to partner with him." Tanba, who has been thinking about teaming up with Chris since before, looked at the lucky boy in front of him with envy and hatred.

Seeing the increasingly unkind eyes of Tanbo's predecessors, Rong Chun hurriedly changed the topic,

"Seniors, how was today's game?"

"It's over seven rounds like you, although that's the case, but it's also a waste of effort."

"Whoosh, how is the state of the seniors today, by the way, my state today is super good."

Tanba's seniors looked at Rong Chun, who unconsciously began to provoke, and didn't know what expression to use.

"I'm in super good shape!"

"That's good." Hearing Tamba's seniors say this, Rong Chun suddenly smiled, not the previous provocative smile, nor the usual simple smile, but an unusually warm smile, in the face of him, Tanba seniors felt as if they were facing their elders, but they were not so angry as they were underestimated by their juniors, they simply felt that this was Rong Chun's true expression.

"Tamba-senpai's companions have been waiting for Tamba-senpai." Rong Chun's eyes became long and lingering.

Tanba also followed his gaze to look at his teammates who were already chatting with each other, and nodded,

"Ah, I know, I'll catch up, Sawamura, I won't give you the trump card, the expectations of the superintendent, the trust of my teammates, neither will I."

"Ah...., I won't give up, I'll definitely grab it."

The relative gaze made the two clearly see each other's firmness, smiled at each other, and joined everyone.