Under the suppression of the valley, Yongyuan still failed to win the score.

It's different from the fast pace that Rong Chun throws out to create people.

Falling valley is based on his high ball speed and constant strikeouts to create strong conditions.

Rong Chunjia descended to the valley, and the two pitchers who could drag the opposing player into their own rhythm firmly grasped the rhythm of the game.

"Wow, what is the speed of the ball, it feels super fierce."

"Although I didn't play much in the previous autumn university, this pitcher called Falling Valley is really very good."

"Qingdao is really the kingdom of pitchers, and the line is gradually rising, so it seems that this year's game can be looked forward to again."

"Bang!"

"Good ball, hitter out, offensive and defensive exchange."

After Kazutani threw all his way to the sixth inning, Superintendent Kataoka replaced Kawakami.

With two impressive pitching performances, Kawakami's pitching was a bit of a mediocre taste.

It doesn't seem to be as brilliant as the two juniors, and Kawakami probably knows this.

But as a pitcher, as a senior, Kawakami has his own pride and self-esteem.

Ordinary or ordinary, this is the path he chose.

When the juniors shine, he will be the last barrier for the two, allowing them to freely pitch and enjoy the game.

"The result is that the game ended early, and it was a landslide victory."

"To be honest, Qingdao's pitching performance is so attractive that I subconsciously ignore the state of the line."

"Whether it's Sawamura or Shigu, the progress of these two pitchers is very obvious."

Many spectators were still a little reluctant to mutter after the game.

In addition to the audience outside, the freshmen of Qingdao were also greatly shocked.

"He's really good

"The pitching power is also stronger than in the fall."

Seto said with emotion that he could still remember the first time he saw Eijun pitching.

In the heavy rain, the momentum that does not give a point.

"I didn't throw any of the speedballs in the decisive game, and all of them turned out to be straight balls."

"Ahh You say that...."

"There were no obvious bad shots, a total of 26 balls were thrown in the four games, of which 3 balls were not swung by the opponent, 19 were missed at night, and 4 balls were missed."

Mitsushu Okumura calmly told the data he remembered,

"It's amazing, it took so many penalties to take in four innings, but Sawamura-senpai really relied on defense to solve the batter's pitcher."

Seto was really surprised at this time, as a member of the Little League, he has also experienced pitchers who rely on defense to win out.

But Rong Chun's data still made him a little unbelievable.

"Ah, although it does seem to be solved by the guard, but this kind of pitcher can easily get on base, but this time there is a hit, not a single base.

In addition, the well-hidden speed ball and the knuckle ball did not appear. Sawamura Senpai is much stronger than we thought. ”

"It's a different type from the senior of the valley.,That straight ball not only makes people play badly.,It's also very easy to make people empty....'

Yui, who didn't hear this around Mitsushu Okumura and Takuma Seto, thought quietly.

"He's really a trump card, I thought he was a man who only played with his mouth..."

"Formed .... What's wrong with you, knotted? Something seems to be popping out of you! ”

Seeing this game, Shoji Yusei suddenly thought of the previous game with Rong Chun, which was not official.

Seido High School won the first battle of the Tokyo Championship in the spring, and everyone returned to school with ease.

"Dididi..."

"Sawamura, your phone is ringing~"

Kijima, who was standing next to the bench to replenish his water, reminded Rongchun when he heard the voice.

"Yes, thanks, I see."

Rong Chun stopped swinging the bat, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve while carrying the bat.

Leaning the bat against the bench, he picked up his phone, turned it on, looked at it, and laughed.

"Who? Friends of Nagano? ”

Looking at Rong Chun's somewhat gentle smile, Kijima asked curiously.

"No, it's the third year of the city, and he told me that they also broke through in the first battle, and they are one step closer to our showdown."

"Tianjiu? Ah, could it be the new trump card of the third year of the city, Tianjiu Guangsheng!? ”

"Yes..."

"Hey~~, you even have his contact information, and you don't even use honorifics."

Kijima didn't know whether to sigh at the wide range of Rong Chun's friends, or to be surprised that Rong Chun didn't even use honorifics for the trump card of the city's junior.

"Well, Tianjiu said that he didn't care about this, just let me call him directly.

Before, because I wasn't too familiar, I felt that calling the Light Saint was a bit too kind.

But after getting along for a while, I found that Tianjiu is really a good person. ”

"Oh...."

Kijima gently raised his glass and took a slow sip of his drink, not knowing what he was thinking.

Because of this game, the freshmen's eyes on their seniors became a little eager.

However, during the competition, the first army did not have time to communicate with them.

The freshmen are already exhausted to death just by doing basic training every day.

When they return to the dormitory and fall asleep, the seniors in the same dormitory may not come back.

It seems that the freshmen are treated coldly, but this situation is actually like this every year.

The people who come to this school don't come to make friends, they only come together for one purpose, and that is to play baseball.

Therefore, the reason why the players are training and enriching themselves is that there are only 18 players in the current player seat.

However, unlike the tryouts, the number of players in the spring tournament is 20.

Obviously, two more team members could have been added, but the overseer didn't do that....

Mimura seniors and Kawashima seniors, who did not enter the contest in the selection competition, are a dream opportunity for third-year students in their final year.

But the overseer insisted on leaving the spot vacant, presumably in order to....

"Ah, I'm so tired."

"Although mentally prepared."

"The amount of food is also a problem, right?"

"I have three bowls of rice early in the morning!"

"I really want to practice long fighting..."

The basic training is repeated every day, and today's freshmen, as in previous years, have a lot of criticism about these basic training.

Coupled with Seido's large and unspeakable meal regulations, just eating every day is already a challenge.

"There's always someone there to practice swinging the stick, and it was past midnight in the room of the seniors' meeting last night."

"Really?!"

While some of the freshmen were having a casual discussion during the run, Tsukasa and Yui Kamiki broke away from the team and ran forward.

"Ah, it's you again! Don't speed things up! ”

The new students they had left behind kept complaining, but they didn't care.

Looking at the two people who were running farther and farther, Okumura Mitsushu also chased after him directly.

Seeing that his friends had run away, Takuma Seto was embarrassed to mess around in the middle of the team and rushed to the front.

'It's really okay with you, and you won't admit defeat to any of you, right? ’

Most of the freshmen don't care about the performance of these people, after all, they run for a long time.

'Stupid, if you try so hard now, you won't be able to swallow breakfast. ’

Looking at the slowly stretched line, Rong Chun said with deep understanding,

"Wha, running has turned into a sprint, and we've had this period."

"Yes."

"You two are too!"

Kawakami looked at the two Rongchun and Shimiya who seemed to be coming over and complained.

"I suddenly want to run too, let's walk, go down!"

"Don't go...."

"Speaking of which, our team at that time was completely scattered by you Sawamura alone."

Kanemaru also remembered the time when he first entered the school.

At that time, they hated Rong Chun, who ran to the front, and they couldn't catch up with them, and they couldn't let go of their self-esteem if they didn't chase them, which could be described as extremely entangled.

"They're itching, they want to participate in the practice here!"

Yu Xing said with some emotion.

"Not satisfied with the same training content as everyone else?

At this stage, in order to keep up with the intensity of high school baseball training, physical training is a must.

It can also prevent future injuries, but .... There are always a few people who stand out from the rest. ”

Inspector Ochiai touched his beard and said calmly, as an overseer of an old and famous school, he has experienced a lot of this kind of period, and he has seen a lot of such players.

The breakfast after that was just like Mogami Takeshi complained when he saw a few people running desperately forward, and a few people were already facing the rice in front of them, with bitter faces.

'Self-inflicted, fool! ’

"First grade, what's wrong with you, you haven't moved your chopsticks!"

Kanemaru glanced at the juniors who were struggling to eat,

"It's painful, but eat three meals a day as if it were training! In the end, it's for yourselves! ”

"Yes!"

Under Kanemaru's advice, the freshmen finally showed the perseverance to face the breakfast in front of them.

"That guy Kanemaru would encourage his junior like that."

"I'm very good at taking care of people."

"Looks like we can build a Golden Pill Army."

Several people in Baizhou looked at some familiar scenes and couldn't help but joke.

"Sure enough, there are a lot of people who are worried about eating. So do we."

Xiao Minato smiled and looked in the direction of the juniors, and he had a deep understanding. Looking at the meal in front of him, which was still full, he was a little uncomfortable,

"I hate eating now..."

"Grain, it's because you're like this, you can't keep up with your physical strength, only if you eat enough, can you maintain the nutrients that your body needs every day, and you are still too thin."

Rong Chun looked at the valley with a bitter face, and said with hatred that iron is not steel.

“.....”

Only in the matter of eating, Jingu is reluctant to compete with Rong Chun.

Last year, there was Rong Chun, the king of big stomachs, so this year there is a general, obviously I have eaten rice balls before the morning exercise, but I still easily completed the goal.

"You have breakfast here."

Yui Xun looked at the Yucheng opposite and asked,

"Yes..., lunch is a bento."

"You've got a huge bento box with you."

"My brother has used it, and if you eat it here, you can replenish the protein immediately after practice."

"yes, what about nutrition?"

"Because it costs money, I only eat BCAAs."

It's obviously two juniors, but the content of the chat is getting more and more profound.

Like the previous contestants, they didn't think of such things until they were in their second or third grades.

"I want to get as much nutrition as I can from food! Please give me another bowl. ”

"I'll have another bowl too!"

The two of them seemed to be different from each other among the freshmen. Okumura Mitsushu, who was still unwilling to admit defeat, could only cover his mouth and barely let himself spit out...

"Light boat, don't be reckless....."

At this moment, the overseers are also discussing the affairs of the team.

"I also watched the DVD of the game yesterday, and the pharmacist's line looks even more ferocious.

Although Inami hasn't played a game so far, judging from the spring armor, that person is in good shape.

At the moment, his level of completion is probably the highest, even in the country.

Being in the same area, and adding last year's grievances, this is the biggest obstacle for us. ”

Superintendent Ochiai glanced at Superintendent Kataoka, who had no expression, and took something out of his arms,

"But even if we meet this tournament, we will be in the finals, and we will be different from last year.

There were originally 20 places in the spring competition, but only 18 players were filled, and that's what it is..."

Inspector Ochiai put a note on the table and pushed it to Inspector Kataoka,

"The opening ceremony is also over, and they can participate in the official competition.

At this time, I selected the first-year students who are expected to enter the contestant's seat. ”

The person chosen by the Ochiai Inspector was also officially favored by the Kataoka Inspector, and he stared at the list for a while before making a decision.

In between competitions, the first-year students were finally able to practice beyond the basics.

Of course, it is only a small number of people, and most of the freshmen are still stuck in the difficulty of basic training.

When Shoji Yusei stood in the striking practice booth, almost all eyes were on him.

On the one hand, he was born in a young club, and on the other hand, because he is the younger brother of the senior, people can't help but expect what he will do.

And it was Tojo who fed him the ball, and although he did not appear as a pitcher in official matches, he was also ranked first among the pitchers of Seido.

'He's the senior...'

'Huh? That posture....'

"Phew!"

“.....”

"Oh~~~"

"Uh-oh!"

Tojo, who was hit on the first ball, was a little scared,

'That ball just now.. Didn't miss it? ’

"Oh~~ He is the general, Azhe's younger brother, will he form a general?"

Unlike the senior Yusei who began to fall silent when he entered the school, it only took one strike practice to make most of the people present recognize his strength.

"Although he is a guy who does his own thing, his strength is very different from that when I was in the first grade, my younger brother will please."

Miyuki thought of the entrustment of the seniors who had formed before, and looked at the junior with no expression with a smile.

'He has to go his own way than a philosophist. ’

Naturally, it is impossible for the selected first year to let the Shoji perform alone.

Although the swing power and distance of the blow are not as good as those of the shoji, Yui's performance is also surprising.

"The center of gravity is pressed so low, and each of them is so small, and they are so far away!"

Subsequently, Mitsushu Okumura and Takuma Seto also expressed their own style.

The sharp swing of the baton made the baseball fly violently to the right.

A year's outstanding performance surprised the second and third graders.

"Although I heard that this year has been very fruitful, it seems to be true...."