And Jiang Fanchuan went to buy milk tea.

After standing for a while, Su Subai raised his feet and walked into the batting hall.

Early in the morning, the batting hall had just opened, and it was very deserted.

At the service desk sat a middle-aged uncle about forty years old, the uncle's face was fierce, looking rough, but the movements of his hands were extremely gentle to wipe the baseball gloves in his hands, like a treasure.

Seeing Su Subai walk in, the uncle stopped what he was doing, opened his mouth, showed his white teeth, and greeted him warmly.

"Su Bai boy, you're here, I haven't seen you here for a long time, what have you been busy with lately?"

Su Subai walked to the front of the service desk, put one hand on the stage, and said with a bitter face: "It's all tears, the team has been training for three months in a row, and today I finally have time, so I came over to play." ”

"That's not easy." Uncle Xu sighed, and then said, "Will you come and play by yourself today?" ”

"There's still milk fan, go to milk tea, wait for it." Saying yes, Su Subai looked around: "It's early in the morning, and no one comes." ”

"Yes, business is not easy to do these days, not to mention baseball, which is an unpopular sport, there are very few people who like it, and the store is naturally deserted."

Uncle Xu paused, and continued to speak with a smile: "However, there are still people who like baseball like you guys, and when you didn't come, there was a guy who came to play every day, and it seems to be the same as you, baseball guys, hahaha." ”

Su Subai was not very interested.

Isn't it just a guy who plays baseball, he sees it every day, it's not unusual.

But Uncle Xu was very happy.

Maybe it's because I'm happy to meet someone who likes baseball again.

Su Subai echoed Uncle Xu and asked, "Did that person come today?" ”

Uncle Xu nodded: "Yes, I came early in the morning, and now I should be in the strike zone." ”

"That's quite diligent, there aren't many guys who come to play baseball so early in the morning." Su Subai said.

Immediately afterwards, Su Subai took out his mobile phone and said while scanning the QR code next to him.

"Uncle Xu, help me punch some coins, I'll go play it, and move my muscles."

"Okay, okay."

After Uncle Xu gave Su Subai a blow coin, Su Subai temporarily bid farewell to Uncle Xu and walked into the strike area.

On the right side of the aisle, there are more than a dozen strike zones.

Each strike zone is distinguished by speed and ball type, separated by a green iron mesh.

Just walked in.

Su Subai heard the sound of hitting the ball one after another.

Clear and loud.

With a bored heart, Su Subai walked towards the sound.

The further you go inside, the faster the baseball is and the lower the percentage of hits.

When Su Subai walked to the strike area of 120KM/h, he did not see a human figure.

Go further.

Finally saw people.

It is a straight ball strike zone with a speed of 150 kilometers per hour.

There was a handsome teenager standing in the strike zone.

The teenager wore a simple white T-shirt, black cargo pants and a pair of sneakers, a black sports bracer on his left wrist, and a girly clavicle chain around his neck, but he was not feminine, but very handsome.

The boy was holding a baseball bat in both hands, staring intently at the ball.

The next second.

A small white ball is shot out of the ball.

The speed is so fast that it is almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, and only the afterimage can be seen.

Su Subai looked at the young man with a flat expression.

Such a fast ball, it is the speed that only a professional player has, and it is very difficult for him to hit such a fast ball, let alone this teenager.

This boy actually came to play such a fast ball, probably just to try his luck, and it was impossible to hit.