After the Kiyo Six Stick Fujii stepped into the batting area, he moved his wrist, swung the bat, and then raised the bat high, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, turning his head to stare at Yokohama pitcher Ayato Urakawa on the pitcher's mound.

"Now it's one out, one on first base. Fujii-kun, he struck a striking pose, will there be a miracle? ”

In the stands on the Qingdao side, the support group of the Qingdao Baseball Club played the cheering song of Takashi Fujii, and the members of the second and third armies of the baseball club shouted cheering slogans while waving the microphone in their hands, and the whole stadium was immersed in a tense and lively atmosphere.

"Whew!"

"Huh!"

"Bang!"

“Strike.“

Ayato Urakawa threw a ball from a low position in the outside corner, and the bat that Fujii swept out was a little away from the baseball flying from the pitcher's mound, so he had no choice but to miss it.

With a swing of his bat, Takashi Fujii took one more step forward before assuming a posture waiting for the blow.

Yokohama catcher Nagamasa Fukuda compared two codes to the pitcher, but Ayato Urakawa on the pitcher's mound shook his head in denial, and he didn't nod in agreement until he compared the third code.

I don't care if it becomes a touch ball or is hit by the Seido beater Takashi Fujii and flies out!

Nagasho Fukuda frowned, but still placed the ball cover in the low position area of the inner corner, near the calf of the Qingdao hitter, according to the code he had agreed with Pukawa.

Takashi Fujii didn't have the slightest idea of retreating, still standing in place, staring at Ayato Urakawa's movements on the pitcher's mound.

"Whew!"

"Huh!"

"Ping!"

"Out of bounds!"

The baseball flying from the pitcher's mound was hit by the bat wielded by Takashi Fujii, but because it deviated from the center of the ball, he could only sweep the baseball flying from the pitcher's mound outside the touchline of first base.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

“Ball.“

"Fujii, well chosen!"

"Send Murasuke back to home plate!"

"Let's hit a home run!"

At this critical juncture, the players on the bench on Qingdao's side are loudly encouraging, eager to let themselves go on the court to replace their teammates on the field to strike.

Seido Seven Stickers Tetsuya Yuuki shook the bat in his hand and stayed in the waiting area to watch the situation on home plate.

In the rest area behind him, Senior Matsuda had already put on protective gear and held a bat, making the final preparations before going on the field.

"Whew!"

Soon the baseball shot straight out of the pitcher's mound again, hurtling towards home plate.

"Huh!"

Takashi Fujii opened his legs and swung the metal bat in his hand with all his might.

"Ping!"

The baseball flying from the pitcher's mound was hit by the hitter and rushed backwards, flying high into the air and flying into the distance.

"Oh - fly out! Could it be a home run? Yokohama's right fielder, Jun Sato, was desperately chasing the baseball from behind. ”

Tetsuya Yuki raised his head and looked at the baseball that was flying freely in the air, and as the baseball gradually faded away, his heart became more and more nervous, and he could only hold the bat in his hand hard.

The baseball, which flew upside down from home plate, flew deep into the right field before it began to lose altitude and soon landed on the lawn in the right field, where it was put into the ball sleeve by Kenji Sato.

"Oh, it's a pity, it's almost a home run, but Fujii-kun's second-base hit is still very important for Qingdao!"

"In the case of one out, there are people on second and third base, and the next player to play is Seven Sticks Yuuki-kun, can he use this to reverse the score for Qingdao? Let's wait and see. ”

Nagasho Fukuda glanced at the seven bats of the Seichi who made the short shot prediction, and compared his code to Ayato Urakawa on the pitcher's mound.

"Whew!"

Ayato Urakawa waved his baseball towards home plate, and Tetsuya Yuki immediately changed his grip to hold the bat, holding the long bat downward and sweeping it towards the baseball speeding from the pitcher's mound.

"Ping!"

The baseball flying from the pitcher's mound was hit by the hitter and flew towards the area between the second baseman and the shortstop.

Tetsuya Yuuki knew that he had hit an infield skit, so he immediately dropped the bat in his hand and started running the base.

Daiki Murasuke at third base rushed back to home plate after seeing the baseball being knocked away by Yuuki. When Yokohama catcher Nagashi Fukuda took over the baseball passed to him by second baseman Shirai Shimi, and stretched out the ball sleeve holding the baseball to touch him, the whole person pounced forward and touched the home plate with his hand first, scoring another point for Aomichi.

It's a pity that Aomichi's good luck ended here, even Kentaro Matsuda, who was behind him, knocked out a short shot from Nishijima's hand, allowing runner Takashi Fujii at third base to run back to home plate to score; Even if the next nine baton Kataoka supervisors switched to playing on behalf of the game, hoping to continue their line, it was just to increase the number of outs while letting the runner Kentaro Matsuda at first base run to second base, and then after Taro Fukuda was picked up by Yokohama's guard, this Seido vs. Yokohama spring Koshien semi-final was over.

"Three outs, the winner of the semi-finals is Yokohama High School! At 9:10, Yokohama University took the lead in advancing to the finals. ”

Taro Fukuda, who was running the base, stopped, fell to his knees in pain, pounded the ground with his hands, and Kentaro Matsuda, who ran back to home plate from second base, cried directly.

Ota Hao, who was about to hit the game, took a few steps forward, looked around a little blankly, and then looked in the direction of home plate, stunned for a moment before he realized that the game was over, the bat in his hand fell to the ground, and the hands hanging down his side were trembling slightly, and then he could only run to home plate from the waiting area very unwillingly.

In Qingdao's support group, the girls of the cheerleading team hugged each other and cried in twos and threes, and the members of the second and third armies of the baseball club also silently wiped their tears, and as for the relatives and friends who came to cheer, their mood was also low.

Kentaro Matsuda walked to Jingu Tereichi's side and wanted to say something several times, but he felt his nose sour as soon as he opened his mouth, so he could only close his mouth and follow the other party to the middle of the line and stand up.

Tetsuya Yuki looked at the opponents who were smiling very happily on the other side, and then looked at most of the seniors around him who were sobbing quietly, and could only lower his head, and his hands hanging at his sides were clenched into fists.

"Ceremony!"

After bowing to each other, the Seichi and Yokohama team members then walked up to each other and began to shake hands and talk.

"In the next final, you must win!" Dong Kiyokuni said to Yokohama's captain Nagashi Fukuda while crying.

"We're going to win!" Fukuda Yong replied to Dongqingguo in a very positive tone.

"You did a great job today." Ken Kawakaku said, holding Yagami's hand.

"It's still not longer than going to school." Yagami let go of the hand holding Ken Kawakaku and went to shake the hand of the next Yokohama member Nishijima Kazuki.