"Huh? 500 swings a day. ”

"Three hundred at school, two hundred at home."

"Real Fake ....."

"That's what I set when I decided to come to this school, and if I can't even reach that number, I can't stay here."

'This guy...'

"Wait for your body to get used to it, and then increase your goals."

"Don't add any more, pig's head."

Just as Izoshiki and Yue were discussing, two people slowly walked behind them,

"The people who will come here, sure enough, everyone is mentally prepared to a certain extent. Can we also practice together, the seniors are too noisy to snore. ”

Ryosuke Kominato's voice rang out in this space, and beside him was Masuko Toru, who was also carrying a bat.

"Minato, Masuko ....."

The four of them looked at each other, finally looked at each other and smiled, and began their own swinging training, and all this was seen by Chris, who smiled and looked at his classmate, then touched his right shoulder and restrained his smile.

One by one, more and more people practice on their own at night, and the variety is slowly increasing. The shy Tanba can finally say his thoughts a little louder,

"There are. . . Is there anyone willing to help me look at my posture. ”

Miyauchi, who was holding dumbbells behind him to exercise his muscles, let out a sigh of silence in his nostrils. There are far fewer bats in the storage bags at the entrance of the dormitory building, and more and more freshmen are smiling and joining the team that practices on their own at night.

"After the seniors finish their self-training, they seem to stay every day...."

Minister Ota, Superintendent Kataoka, and Vice Minister Rei Takashima all looked at the children with relief, and a sense of pride welled up in their hearts.

"That, I did this, if you don't dislike ....."

In order to support the training of the students of the same level, Takako also stayed until the last day every day to help them make some rice balls and comfort their tired bodies and stomachs. And the people surrounded the noble son, and they expressed their admiration and gratitude,

"That's great."

"Woo-hoo!"

"I'm so hungry."

"It's getting more and more decent."

Ryosuke Kominato picked up a rice ball, looked at it for a while, and said seriously, hearing what Ryosuke Kominato said, a smile appeared on Takako's face.

"I'm going...."

"It's delicious, it's delicious."

"Woo-hoo."

"This dried plum is so good."

Izuoshiki ate and looked at the knot beside him, gestured with his hand, and said with some surprise,

"Ah Zhe, have you grown a little taller?"

On the other side, Ryosuke Kominato touched Masuko's round belly and teased,

"Are you thin?"

Masuko shook his head without hesitation, during which he held a rice ball in each hand, and Guizi looked at everyone's energetic appearance and smiled very gently,

"Ah, it's refreshed again."

"Keep it up, keep it up."

"Now, next time I'll make some cod roe."

"And the tuna salad from last time."

"Boito...."

"I want cheese!"

I don't know why Isashiki and Yucheng, who were looking very good just now, are now quarreling because of the taste of rice balls.,

"Boito.."

"Cheese!"

"Boito..."

"Cheese."

"Hahaha, good!"

"Hey, who's going to send the manager back?"

"Send it yourself."

"Huh!?"

"What are you shy?"

"Hahahaha....."

Meet teammates who can stimulate each other to grow together, and keep practicing every day, and accumulate the number of swings.

"Phew!"

Hard work doesn't lie, and that was reflected in the fact that he hit a home run in his first practice game.

Looking at the first dot of the class, the freshman team shouted together,

"Good ......"

"No, it won't."

The knot dropped the bat, stepped on one base bag after another, and finally returned to home plate again.

"This kid did a good job, and the results of the practice are out."

"The first start, the first hit, it turned out to be a home run!"

"Formed..."

"Super strong, A-Zhe."

"Good fight, Ah Zhe."

Hearing the cheering of his friends, he formed a small fist gesture towards them, which looked very cute.

"Your fist clenching posture is too conservative!"

"Hahahaha..."

"What are you kidding, A-Zhe."

"We're not going to lose to you."

The first one began to blossom and bear fruit, and the rest of the people came up with good results one after another as if they were infected.

Hard work pays off, and there is motivation to move forward. The first year of the fall tournament was spent in a constant integration of teams.

The time when they can really step on the field is when they become seniors, and at this time, the new students are also enrolled, and some hard-working and talented children are coming.

They have gradually become calm and reliable, just as they once looked at the backs of their predecessors and worked hard, and the freshmen also looked at their backs and worked hard.

Those children who were not favored at the beginning and were called the year of poor harvest eventually bore fruitful fruits with hard work and hard work.

Just when they were full of confidence and ready to storm Koshien and step on the stage of the five-year absence, tragedy came, and Chris, who had shown outstanding talent from the beginning, was injured and retired from the second army, and was replaced by first-year Miyuki.

This kind of thing happened during the summer qualifiers was tantamount to a bolt from the blue, although the first-year Miyuki is also a good enough catcher, but as a freshman, he has no emotional foundation with the pitcher, and he can't fully use the pitcher's ability.

The seniors are unconsciously examining and contrasting, this is not a kind of bullying, it is just human nature.

After stumbling and running-in, Qingdao's team slowly returned to normal, and gradually there was only one catcher in the eyes of outsiders, the savior of Qingdao, --- Yuyukikazu.

Asked to pay attention to his body, Chris completely fell silent from the field.

The summer competitions ended one by one, and Qingdao climbed up step by step, and this year it was Daocheng Industry that stood in front of them.

The strength of the two sides is comparable, even if they have the green path of the monster fighter, they have not been able to completely attack the rice fruit, as time goes by, the game becomes more and more intense, and the players on both sides have shown a super spirit.

But even so, there are limits to human beings. At the last minute, Inagi Industrial replaced the first-year rookie pitcher Nari Miya, who has been very famous since middle school.

Narimiya Ming, who is good in his own right, played at such a critical juncture, and the Qingdao hitter did not have much time to ponder and study his pitching, and there was no doubt that the Qingdao line was suppressed.

Under the scorching sun, physical strength and spirit are close to exhaustion, and at this time, no matter who has an inner mind is tired,

'Don't get knocked out.....'

'I'm tired, when will this guard end?' ’

'My throat is so dry......

'Don't come this way.....

The match was over, and Seichi lost to Inaki by a narrow margin. In the land of the Jingu arena, the winner looks up to the sky and cheers, and the loser kneels in pain.

Just like a year ago, they came from the stands to the ring, but they still couldn't change the fate of the losers.

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