Chapter 1: Poor Playing Conditions

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Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Linhai Forest Sports Park Gymnasium Baseball Field.

The scene of the regional semifinals of the National College Youth Baseball League.

The scene was full of people, and the audience was full of people, boiling and boiling.

All the spectators stared intently at the figures on the baseball field, lest they miss a single detail.

The huge LED scoreboard standing behind the pitcher's mound displays the teams and scores of the game.

Chuanliu High School VS Yunjin High School, 1 to 1.

After many rounds of fierce offense and defense, the score of the two teams is still 1-1, and there is no winner or loser.

The tense atmosphere between the two teams infected everyone on the scene, as if they were standing on the field, and their nervous hearts were pounding.

The narrator's high-pitched and impassioned voice sounded in the venue.

"In the second half of the ninth inning, Yunjin High School's offense, next, will come out to hit the fourth baseman of Yunjin High School, pitcher, Mu Liujin."

"Mu Liujin once hit three home runs in one game, which is quite a strong statistic."

"And can Jiang Fanchuan, the ace pitcher of Chuanliu High School, knock Mu Liujin out of the game? The strong matchup, the next game, will be very exciting. ”

"Yes, now that it's close to the end of the game, as long as Yunjin High School scores a point, Chuanliu High School will lose, and if it holds, the game will enter the play-off."

"But now Yunjin High School is out of the game alone, and there are people in the first and third bases, as long as you are a little careless, you will be scored, which really makes people sweat for Chuanliu High School."

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The narrator explains the game at the scene.

No matter how you look at it.

Everyone agrees that Chuan Liu High School is powerless to change the status quo.

And at this time, on the pitcher's mound.

There stood a teenager.

The boy wore a dark blue baseball cap that covered most of his face.

Only a graceful chin and slightly open thin lips are exposed.

A slender and tall figure, thin but not thin.

The dark blue and white baseball uniform, youthful and handsome, and the number "7" printed on the back shines brightly, attracting everyone's attention.

Jiang Fanchuan bent down slightly, gasping for breath, his breath completely disordered.

Shot more than a hundred balls in a row.

His physical strength was at its limit.

In the face of the current situation, the pressure is even greater.

However, he must hold on now.

Be sure to pull the game into a play-off.

Absolutely not, that's the end of it!

After slowing down for a long time, Jiang Fanchuan regained a little strength.

Standing up straight, Jiang Fanchuan turned his head and glanced at Mu Liujin who was standing in the strike zone, his deep eyes were full of seriousness and persistence.

Be sure to strike him out!

Then Jiang Fanchuan looked in the direction of the catcher Gu Duhan.

Receiving Jiang Fanchuan's eyes, Gu Duhan made a gesture: Pay attention to the other party, steal the base at third base.

Seeing this, Jiang Fanchuan nodded, and then looked in the direction of the third base.

The runners on the third base of Yunjin High School were staring closely at Jiang Fanchuan's direction, quietly waiting for the opportunity.

The more times like this, the more you can't mess up.

If the rhythm is out of order, the opponent will catch the opportunity to score.

Jiang Fanchuan looked around the audience, and then turned his head to look at Mu Liujinhe.

The threat of the base thieves behind him is great, and the threat of Mu Liujin standing in the strike zone in front of him is even greater.

Facing Mu Liu, who is known as a home run maniac, Jiang Fanchuan did not dare to relax a little.

Jiang Fanchuan clenched the baseball in his hand with his right hand.

Hands up.

Raise your left foot to your waist.

The moment you step down with your front foot and kick the ground, rotate your hips, borrow the strength of your waist and arms, and throw your right arm hard!

The small white ball, the powerful air flow that was invisible to the naked eye, had been flying straight ahead at an astonishing speed.

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