Xiao Yiming was on first base and at third base that night.

With no one out and two on base, they have a good chance of scoring.

And everyone in Shan Rin High School was not discouraged, and shouted one after another.

"Ah Zhi, it's okay, take your time!"

"Adjust your condition, it's okay to be beaten out, our offensive game will definitely come out."

"Ah Zhi, come on! Don't worry. ”

“……”

The shouts of teammates were heard in my ears,

Ling Zhi looked up at the rest seat, smiled, moved his lips, and responded to them silently.

Then Ling Zhi looked sideways in the direction of the rest seat of Chuanliu High School.

Among the crowd, Ling Zhi immediately saw Xi Yang.

It just so happened that Xi Yang was also looking at him, and the two looked at each other, looked at each other and smiled.

After a while, Ling Zhi withdrew his gaze, squinted his eyes, and looked at the sky, at this moment, Ling Zhi's face turned completely white.

The head began to feel faintly uncomfortable again, not only the head, but also the whole body.

Because of his illness, his physical strength decreased rapidly.

By now, he was already feeling weak and weak.

And so on.

He's going to be substituted.

He's got to adjust and get through this fight.

At this moment, Ling Zhi prayed in his heart.

If there is a god, then please bless him, let him persevere, and finish this game with Yang Yang.

After a pause,

Ling Zhi retracted his gaze, took a deep breath, and slowly adjusted his state.

After Xiao Yiming got on base.

The third stick is Su Subai.

Everyone in Chuanliu High School was quite happy before, but when they saw that it was Su Subai, their hearts were instantly cold.

Su Subai looked at the unexpected expressions of the young men, and was very annoyed.

"What's your expression? Look down on me, don't you?! ”

Tang Ze hurriedly shook his head and smiled slightly: "No, come on." ”

Su Subai looked at it and became even more angry.

"You are! Don't be perfunctory! A bunch of bastards! You show me! I'm going to hit a home run to show you! ”

The voice fell,

Su Subai picked up the baseball bat and went on the court in a rage.

Everyone looked at Su Subai's angry appearance, shrugged their shoulders, and looked innocent one by one.

Su Subai came to the strike area and stood up, looked sideways at Ling Zhi, and when he saw his pale face, Su Subai was stunned.

It took him a while to come back to his senses, look at Jing Ye, and speak in a daze.

"What, brother, is Ling Zhi not feeling well, why is his face so ugly?"

When Jing Ye heard this, his heart was full of bitterness, forced a smile, and shook his head.

"No, he's in poor health, don't think too much."

Su Subai frowned.

"Is that so?"

"Well, don't think too much about it, he's fine."

Although Jing Ye said this, Su Subai still didn't believe it.

Ling Zhi's face was so pale, it didn't look like he was tired, but like he was sick.

Could it be that Ling Zhi is sick?

No way.

Su Subai was suspicious and suspicious, but he didn't show it, and he asked when the game was over.

He's still playing, he can't be distracted, and it's the right moment of truth.

If he makes a slight mistake, Ah Ye will be killed, and then his efforts will be wasted.

And Ling Zhi slowed down for a while, and the situation was a little better.

He glanced at Su Subai, then raised his front foot and threw a ball.

The ball is slow, but it's a good one.

On the first ball, Su Subai did not swing the bat.

Jing Ye passes the ball back to Ling Zhi.

Ling Zhi raised his hand to take the ball, slowed down for a while, and threw a ball again.

This ball, Su Subai did not hesitate, and directly swung the baton out.

It's the infield low flyer.

The moment the ball flies out,