Chapter 132: Lonely Matching

on the field.

Cao Jun was knocked out with strikeouts.

Nine balls,

Xianlin High School didn't hit a single one.

At this time, the announcer sounded.

"The three of Xianlin High School are out, the offense and defense are exchanged, and the Chuanliu High School will attack!"

The voice fell.

Jiang Fanchuan's nine people quickly got off the field.

As soon as the nine returned to the rest seat, the others gathered around, their faces unconcealed with excitement and excitement.

"Seniors, you're lucky!"

"Senior Jiang, you are so handsome!"

"Yes, yes, three strikeouts are out! The thief is handsome! โ€

Jiang Fanchuan let out a faint "um", then walked to the side and sat down.

Xi Yang, who was sitting next to him, handed him a bottle of water.

Seeing this, Jiang Fanchuan glanced at Xi Yang with gloomy eyes, and then took it, opened it and took a sip.

The sound of the announcement sounded again.

"The next hitter at Kawaliu High School is No. 10, first baseman, Yu Night!"

When he heard his name that night, he put on his batting cap and picked up his bat and prepared to play.

Su Subai walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Good brother, play a good game." โ€

Yu Zhiye smiled: "OK, look at me." โ€

"Go ahead."

"Okay."

On the night of the day, he walked up to the field.

Xianlin High School catcher Gu Minghui and pitcher Zhou Xing have already stood in position.

Come to the left strike zone at night and get ready,

The referee also announces the start of the match.

Gu Minghui gave Zhou Xing an instruction.

Zhou Xing didn't pay attention to it, but glanced at him coldly.

Gu Minghui's body stiffened and pursed his lips.

Zhou Xing is his senior.

Although he is Zhou Xing's catcher,

But no matter what the game, Zhou Xing often doesn't shoot according to his matching.

He would communicate with Zhou Xing before.

But every time he communicated, he would be scolded back by Zhou Xing in the name of his senior.

He had long been dissatisfied with Zhou Xing in his heart.

According to Zhou Xing's nonsense, they will lose sooner or later.

Looking at Zhou Xing's insistent appearance,

Gu Minghui decided to wait and see.

Ahead of him.

Zhou Xing held a baseball in his right hand, turned sideways, and raised his front foot,

The moment the front foot touched the ground, the right hand waved vigorously.

The baseball flew towards Gu Minghui.

Yu Ye squinted his eyes.

The speed of this ball is the same as that of ordinary high school students, there is nothing special, and the speed is ordinary.

When the ball approached him,

Swing your stick hard at night.

Poofโ€”โ€”!

A crisp shot sounded.

The baseball spun at high speed and flew out in the direction of the third baseman.

Seeing this, Yu immediately dropped his bat that night, turned into a baserunner, and scrambled to first base.

Just halfway through, the baseball was directly picked up by the third baseman and instantly passed back to the first baseman.

Seeing this, the referee shouted: "Out! Out๏ผ โ€

He stopped in the night and turned around in a depressed mood.

When the others saw Yu Ye walking back, they all comforted him.

"It's okay, there's still a chance."

"Don't worry, come on next time."

"Okay." Yu Ye answered, walked to the side of the chair and sat down.

Immediately after, the sound of the broadcast sounded.

"Next, the next hit is the No. 8 second baseman, Xiao Yiming."

The voice fell.

Xiao Yiming picked up the bat and slowly went on the court.

Coming to the left strike area and standing still, Xiao Yiming prepared for the action and looked sideways in the direction of Zhou Xing.

One person is out, no one is on base.

The key lies in him.

If he wants to score, he has to go to base.

Thinking about it, Xiao Yiming's eyes were a little serious.

Zhou Xing glanced at Xiao Yiming, raised his foot sideways, and threw a ball.

Xiao Yiming didn't swing the bat, and watched the ball fly into the catcher's glove.

Referee: "Good shot! โ€

Gu Minghui passes the baseball back to Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing took it and threw a ball again.

Xiao Yiming's eyes were suddenly sharp.

Seize the moment.

Swing the stick hard.