The three of them, who had not slept all night, lay on the ground of the baseball stadium and ushered in the first rays of sunshine in the morning, and successfully scared the third-graders who came to clean up the field early in the morning, and then they were sued. The trio who didn't care about their bodies were scolded by Deputy Minister Takashima Rei in this way, and there was a cold gaze from the superintendent next to them, and the three people who knew that they were wrong didn't dare to speak, and they were punished for their hard work.

There are many traditions in the baseball club of Qingdao High School, such as slogans, the devil's week before the summer league trials, and the winter training of all members, but in Rong Chun's eyes, the most impressive thing is probably the final guard training for the unsuccessful third-year students who have worked hard for three years.

On the last day, the training ground will be used by the unsuccessful third-graders, and all the members of the first army will cooperate with them for the final garrison training, and even the superintendent will come on the field to hit the ball, and the farewell match will not end until the last third-year student leaves.

As a new member of the First Army, Rong Chun naturally also hit the ball, and as a pitcher, he also served as a feeder for his predecessors before that, although there were more seniors who were strikeouts. Rong Chun stood on the strike zone, looked around at the familiar seniors in front of him, and took a deep breath,

"Yo Xi! I'm going to have to hit a big shot. ”

"Just call."

"If you have a kind, just call it, and you will definitely catch it."

Kominato Haruichi squatted aside to throw the ball for Rong Chun, looking at Rong Chun's prepared posture, he skillfully threw the ball, Rong Chun looked at the baseball above the belt, and directly swung the bat to hit it in the direction of third base,

["Sawamura, you are stable enough in the lower game, and your throwing arm strength is also good, as long as you improve the accuracy of your hitting, your hitting level will definitely improve by leaps and bounds, and you can become a real all-round pitcher. ”

"Hahaha, that's a certainty, I'm going to be the ace man!"

"Kura, Sawamura, I just told you, tighten your shoulders and don't move so much, are you being funny?"

"Hey, senior." 】

"Bang!" The ball that flew to third base was intercepted by the seniors.

"Not at all, Sawamura, it's too soft."

The senior did not hesitate to turn on the taunt skill towards the juniors in the strike zone, Rong Chun did not answer, and instead of another fast and ferocious shot, this time the baseball directly penetrated the defense line of the third baseman and the shortstop, and flew to the outfield, but it was put into the glove by a sliding shovel by the senior in the left field field, which was expected in advance.

["Here you go, Sawamura, this is the field glove I used before, and I will replace it with a new one when it is a little smaller, but it is not too old, you should be able to use it, as a pitcher who aims for an ace, you must be well guarded, especially the left fielder, so that you can play many times. ”

"Oh~~ That's it."

"Don't rush when you see a high fly ball flying towards the outfield, adjust your posture, determine where the ball lands, and then take the first step, like this....."

"Papapapa~~" sounded Rongchun seal-style applause. 】

"Sawamura, I won't let you fight so easily."

The voice of Tanaka-senpai, who can be heard clearly even in the field, is like the one that encourages Eijun every time he is beaten out.

Rong Chun, who was provoked by his predecessors one after another, silently posed, and then just when the seniors were alerting him to his long hit, he suddenly stopped halfway, and the bat lightly touched the baseball, and a wonderful short hit that slowly rolled along the sideline of the third base was successful, looking at the senior who was obviously one step late, Rong Chun raised his eyebrows, and hooked a big smile, and the blue tendons on the forehead of the angry senior burst out, but in the end he still smiled, "It's successful, Sawamura." ’

["Sawamura, your surprise attack is good. ”

"No, no, no, not yet, Sawamura's movements are too big, and it is easy for experienced people to tell the difference."

"Now, Sawamura, you try to pretend to swing a big stick, and then suddenly stop in the middle of it and turn into a short fight, see if you can do it."

"Oh~~~, it's a success, Sawamura, you're really good at short fights."

"It's Aikawa of Seichi!!" 】

The former senior, who had been deceived by Rong Chun once, seriously alerted Rong Chun this time, stood a little forward, and gave a secret signal to the guerrilla Hua Jing from behind.

In the third shot, Rong Chun hit an infield hit between the second baseman and the shortstop, and just when Rong Chun thought it would bounce to the outfield, the shortstop Hanai Senpai caught the ball with a flying pounce and then stabilized himself, shaking the baseball glove towards Rong Chun.

["Sawamura, your base is too reckless, pay attention to observation, you can't run the base with momentum. Every pitcher has their own characteristics to pay attention to, whether it is around the arm, the back, or the toes, you can find opportunities by looking closely. ”

"Hey!"

"Sawamura, your speed is good, and you can get on base with short hits, so it's better to practice more base skills, and don't abuse your body at will because of your flexibility."

"I don't."

"Pay attention to whose hands the baseball is..... You see you've been assassinated by the Hidden Ball again, pay more attention to the environment. ”

"It's o(╥_╥)o." 】

Recalling the bits and pieces of the Second Army, Rong Chun found that he had really been taken care of by his predecessors, from hitting to running bases, from pitching to garrisoning, obviously they had only been together for a short period of time, but they had to learn a lot more than their private training. Therefore, he will definitely repay his seniors with the greatest sincerity and hard work, so that they willingly entrust him with the three years they have experienced in the Seongdo Baseball Club, and he will go on with expectation and pride.

"Phew!"

Rong Chun looked at the baseball that flew far away to the outfield, and left the strike zone with a smile,

"Bang!"

That day's garrison training lasted for a long, long time, and the beaters also changed round after round, even the overseer's forehead was covered with sweat, panting slightly, and the seniors on the field were also scarred and tattered, but no one easily left their positions, because this was the last time they stood on this field as players.

In the end, those seniors supported each other and left the land where they had shed tears and sweat.

At this time, there were still 9 hours before the start of the Devil's Week before the Summer Liga qualifiers, and the members of the first and second years stayed to tidy up the playground, and the members of the first army were asked to go back to repair because of the full day of sparring, so as to meet tomorrow's challenge in full condition.

Rong Chun was lying on the yoga mat in the dormitory, moving his aching body, and Kuramochi seniors and Masuko seniors were already lying on the bed ready to rest.

"Now, senior, what does Devil Week look like?"

"I want to die!"

"Woo-hoo!"

Kuramochi's senior's voice was weak, and Masuko's predecessor also agreed, hearing this Rong Chun's eyes couldn't help but light up, and the trained ones died and lived, so the effect must be great.

Looking at Rong Chun's innocent face, Kuramochi seniors were speechless,

"Are you kid shaking M? What's so fun about training like that? ”

"Hey~~, but won't that increase in strength, aren't you looking forward to it?"

"Not at all," Kuramochi slammed the pillow on the bed, "Stupid Village, go turn off the lights, I'm going to sleep." ”