When a new batch of new students enrolled, Sawamura Eijun and others were still struggling on the field of Koshien in the spring.

Just like Sawamura Eijun did when they first became seniors, the freshmen watched their games to get to know the seniors.

Half a year was a very short time, and it slipped away before I knew it. Everyone has grown a lot since then. I don't know if it's the sense of responsibility as a captain or the real awakening of baseball talent, Sawamura's strikes and garrisons have gradually become famous, and he is no longer the captain of the cold bench. The sturdy right field defence is often the last bulwark to protect everyone, and even if he doesn't pitch on the field, just standing in the right field can make people feel extremely reassuring.

When they returned to their own arena after a long absence, everyone relaxed. At this time, Rong Chun still had to busy the handover of the new students, and it was already late when he returned to the dormitory.

"Isn't Sawamura-senpai still sleeping?" The freshman Tanuma looked at the third-year seniors who had just come back and opened the books to study.

"Sorry, did you make a noise?"

"No, no, I just think my seniors are so powerful, I train so hard every day, and I have to come back to study at night, I am almost exhausted from even simple training. Study or something, and then worry about it before the exam. ”

Hearing this, Rong Chun was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at Tian Nuan and smiled very gently,

"You will definitely be a little uncomfortable when you first enter the Qingdao Road, the training intensity of high school is really great, but you can only overcome it slowly, even if you are in pain, you have to eat well every day, you have to secretly give food to others these days."

Tian Nua knew that his predecessors had noticed his small movements a long time ago, but he didn't say it, and smiled embarrassedly,

"If you study, you still have to use snacks, our supervisor is a strict person, if you fail the exam, you won't be allowed to play, I don't have such a leisurely mind as you, this year is my last year, if you don't study quickly, you can only go home and farm."

Hearing what Sawamura Eijun said, Tanuma was a little puzzled,

"The seniors are members of the First Army, or the captain, and they have entered Koshien, so the seniors should have a place recommended by the university."

"I have a school I want to go to, but it's not on the list of recommended schools, so I have to work on my own. I used to think that studying was very tiring and boring, and I relied on the help of Kanemaru for my grades at that time. Otherwise, you might be repeated. Thinking of the painful study life, Sawamura's smile became happier and happier.

"Liar, aren't you very good at learning?"

"Hahaha, when I was a junior, my study was poor, I have always been the focus of everyone's attention, and then no one urged, but I have self-consciousness, and now for me, learning is not only a way to get into college, but also a way for me to calm down, which can make my thinking clearer."

Tian Nua didn't understand how studying could calm down, it would only make people feel irritable, but he was embarrassed to disturb him again when he looked at the serious side face of his senior.

When the morning sun had not yet sprinkled the earth, Sawamura Eijun had already packed everything and prepared for training. After slowly running around the outside of the course, he came to a bridge next to Course B, where he was waiting for him by a hunter of the same level as him.

In the past, they often trained together, but later because of the addition of new players, he was more of a run-in with new catchers when he was the main pitcher of the first army, and slowly trained together less. It wasn't until Sawamura retired as the main pitcher to focus on right fielding that they trained together again. Two people who were not chosen sharpened themselves in the cold morning. They all knew it was all in vain, but none of them wanted to give up.

The tradition of Qingdao is still the same, the red and white matches between the new and old students, and then the practice matches outside the school, and the members of the first army are selected to participate in the summer qualifiers. The hunting ground was once again defeated, and now there are already two catchers in the first army of Qingdao, so there is no need for additional additions.

Sawamura Eijun's juniors deserve to be called the predecessor killers, and the twenty main positions, except for Sawamura, Shibuyani, Kominato, Kanemaru, Tojo, and Takatsu, the rest are all juniors. Even though he knew that the rules of Qingdao were for capable people to live in, but looking at the third-year students who were left alone by the supervision, Sawamura's heart couldn't help but feel uncomfortable and sad.

After the members of the first army are determined, it is the final garrison training of the third-year students who have been brushed down. Everyone stood on the sidelines, looking at the figures who were desperately chasing the ball, looking at the movements that were already out of breath but did not want to stop, their summer Koshien was over before it even began.

Sawamura took Kanemaru and the others to help them back to the dormitory one by one, and there were no words on the way, because everything was nothing.

The juku begins, the final hellish training before the Hagar trials. Sawamura pounced again and again, shouted again and again, and brought everyone forward with a huge voice, as long as the overseer did not stop the bat in his hand, he had to fight, and another front sliding shovel to catch the ball, helping to intercept the flying ball from the third baseman and shortstop.

"One more goal!!"

Looking at the members who are full of desire to fight, Coach Kataoka is attacking ball after ball, the sky turns from bright to dark, I don't know when, the lights on the training ground have been turned on, and the number of people on the field is getting smaller and smaller, first one or two sophomores, and finally there are only third graders left on the field, Kanemaru at third base, desperately using his body to block the ball that he wants to pass, and he who was hit by the ball, bent over and endured the pain.

"What's going on, Kanemaru, can't you continue? That way you can catch a few balls, and the balls have to fit well in the glove. ”

"I can go on and have one more goal."

"Minato, isn't your body very flexible? If it rusts, replace it with someone else. ”

"I... I can. ”

"Sawamura, aren't you the last line of defense of Seido? How many times will you be pierced at such a speed! ”

"Yes!"

The rest of the people watched quietly from the sidelines, and apart from the roar of Superintendent Kataoka, only their weak answers and gasps remained. The only man left on the pitch was the man standing far away in the field, his neck raised so high that he couldn't see his expression, but his master's exertion could be seen in his visibly undulating chest.

When he lowered his head again, put himself in a posture, and shouted with laughter,

"One more goal! I can continue, and if the overseer can't move, I'll change someone. Hahahaha"

This is the First Army, and this is Sawamura Eijun.

The week-long training for Hell Week is over, and Sawamura Eijun and the others are back to their usual training and competitions. Compared to the previous fatigue, the training is now easier. Looking at the full crowd of people in the throwing area, Sawamura was a little bored, and suddenly he said,

"Is someone going to hit my pitch?"

The members on the side were stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that Sawamura Eijun hadn't pitched for a long time, and he hadn't played at all when he was in Chunjia, and after he came back, he focused on garrison training and didn't enter the cowshed.

"I can't ask for it, it's rare for the captain to feed the ball."

In fact, when that sentence blurted out, Sawamura regretted it a little, but Takatsu answered without giving him time to regret it.

When Sawamura was preparing, the entire baseball club spread throughout the entire baseball club in just ten minutes, and for some reason, everyone was crowded into the shooting area.

"Huh? Captain Sawamura is going to pitch, isn't he a right fielder? ”

"It's just a simple feeding of the ball, Sawamura's pass is straight and accurate, and the speed is good, so it should be able to be used for practice."

Hearing these discussions of the freshmen, the heart of the three years somehow felt a little sour, Sawamura Eijun also once led the team to participate in Koshien as an ace, how many of the freshmen can know about it.

"Sawamura's pitching is amazing. Although it was only for a while, he was indeed Qingdao's former trump card. Although he hasn't played for a long time, he is also the main pitcher of Seongdo. ”

After saying that, Kanemaru and the others walked away from those freshmen and walked to Sawamura's side, looking at the seniors who seemed to be angry, and the freshmen didn't dare to talk about it casually.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you pitch, Rong Chun."

"Well, I suddenly wanted to vote, why did so many people come."

"If Sawamura-senpai wants to pitch, it's better to come to the cowshed to pitch."

"Hahaha, no, you guys better hone your cooperation in the cowshed, I'll play here."

"Then I'll pick up ....."

"Sawamura, I'm ready, let's get started."

"Oh, I'm sorry for you, Hang."

Standing on the mound in the pitching area, Sawamura Eijun touched his restless heart, no matter how he changes, Sawamura Eijun is a pure pitcher.

Sawamura took strike strikes one after another under everyone's attention, and the people standing in the strike zone changed batch after batch, but few people scored points in Sawamura's hands. The freshmen looked at the scene in front of them in shock, and they couldn't believe it, the Qingdao line is famous all over the country, but after a few rounds, there was not even a long hit, let alone a home run.

"Is Sawamura-senpai so strong?"

"Why haven't I seen Sawamura-senpai pitch at the game?"

One gorgeous ball after another completely opened the eyes of the freshmen, who had only been shocked by a ball in their eyes before, but they didn't know that in the strong, everything was the strongest weapon.

After a day of training, when Sawamura returned to the dormitory, he saw that Asada and Tanuma were chatting very hotly.

"Oh~, I'm very happy, juniors, what are you talking about."

Seeing Sawamura who had returned from training, Asada and Tanuma hurriedly greeted each other, and when they heard Sawamura's seniors who asked them, Tanuma replied,

"I and Asada seniors were talking about the second-year ace of the seniors in Sawamura, and I didn't realize it at all, the seniors turned out to be the former trump cards."

Asada on the side actually had a bad feeling when he heard Sawamura's question, but he didn't expect the junior in the same dormitory to really say it with a big grin, and he stared nervously at Sawamura Eijun's face. Hearing Tanuma's words, Sawamura paused for a moment, and then smiled,

"It's not a big deal, in fact, he served as an ace when he was in the first grade."

Sawamura skimmed over the matter lightly, and then diverted the topic,

"You don't have to study today, let's have a game conference together."

Asada, who was afraid that Tanuma would mention this matter, quickly echoed Sawamura, and Tanuma went to play the game.

In the dead of night, Tian Nua suddenly reacted to what he had done, and he shouted softly,

"Sawamura-senpai, Sawamura-senpai."

"What's the matter, Tanuma, what's the matter?"

It was not Sawamura but Asada who answered him, and Tanuma looked at Sawamura's bed in the dim room and found that he was motionless, thinking that his senior might have slept.

"That, Senior Aada, did I say the wrong thing today, and asked him about the trump card period in front of Senior Sawamura."

"Don't worry, Senior Sawamura won't be angry."

"Why aren't the seniors trump cards anymore, I see that the seniors' performance is very strong today."

"I don't know, by the time we knew, everything was over, and no one knew why. Okay, go to sleep, there's a practice match tomorrow. ”

The room fell silent, and Tanuma and Asada also fell asleep with unknown emotions, leaving only Sawamura Eijun, who was staring at the upper bunk in a daze.

Why isn't the trump card me? ’