"In the first half of the fourth game, the attack of Qingdao High School, five sticks, Chinese and foreign fielders, Murasuke-kun."

Daiki Murasuke stepped into the batting area, swung his bat, and made a gesture of waiting for the blow.

"Whew!"

Yuki Saito stepped forward with his leg up and waved his arm to throw a low ball from the outside corner.

"Bang!"

Daiki Murasuke faced the pitcher's first shot with a wave of his arm, and chose to observe it first, so that the baseball flying from the pitcher's mound flew smoothly into the open sleeve of catcher Eisei Shirakawa.

“Nice pitch.“

Eisei Shirakawa got up and threw the baseball back in his hand to the pitcher.

Murasuke looked at the rest area of the first base, and after receiving the code from the supervisor, he turned around and moved his hands and feet before regaining his grip on the bat and making a posture of waiting for the blow.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

Pitcher Yuki Saito continued to swing his arm to throw a low-lying ball from the outside corner, and hitter Daiki Murasuke did not swing his bat to strike, allowing catcher Eisei Shirakawa's open sleeve to catch the baseball flying from the pitcher's hill.

“Nice pitch.“

Although he was forced into a dead end by Daocheng Industrial's casting, Murasuke Taishu did not show any panic, and his poker face was as calm as water as always.

"Whew!"

Yuki Saito stepped forward with his legs up, flicked his arms, and threw a low ball from the outside corner as before.

"Huh!"

Murasuke looked at the baseball that flew from the pitcher's mound in the same way as the previous two balls, and vigorously swung the metal bat in his hand.

"Ping!"

The metal bat swung vigorously by the victim caused the baseball flying from the pitcher's mound to fly upside down in the direction of the left field at a faster speed.

"Third base, left field!"

When catcher Eisei Shirakawa got up and shouted, third baseman Ryumi Koyanagi made a big jump to intercept the baseball flying upside down from home plate, but unfortunately failed.

"Boom!"

The baseball that flew from home plate landed on the lawn in the left field and then rolled into the depths of the left field. Shortstop Takaji Goto chased after the baseball, while left fielder Yu Funabashi stared at the baseball rolling by.

“safe.“

At this time, Daiki Murasuke also used his Texas batter to run to first base, and then took off his elbow pads and batting gloves and handed them to the players who came over to get something.

"In the first half of the fourth inning, Seido High School's attack, six bats, left fielder, Fujii-kun."

Takashi Fujii stepped into the batting area, swung his bat, and then raised his bat in a position of waiting to be struck.

"Whew!"

Yuki Saito nodded, raised his legs, and waved his arm to throw the baseball in his palm. Hitter Takashi Fujii also changed his grip at this time, holding the short baton parallel to the home plate at the same time.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

“ball.“

Yuki Saito swung his arm and threw a ball from the outside corner that was a little out of the corner.

After talking to the referee, Takashi Fujii scratched the ground with his bat before holding the bat, and then leaned on his right shoulder with the bat and made a gesture waiting for the blow.

"Whew!"

Yuki Saito stepped forward with his leg and swung his arm to throw a curveball that changed diagonally from the bad ball area to the good ball area, and from the outside corner to the middle and low position.

"Bang!"

Eisei Shirakawa's open sleeve successfully caught the baseball flying from the pitcher's mound, and the hitter Takashi Fujii was in the center, and there was no way for the bat parallel to the home plate to touch the baseball flying in such a way.

“Nice pitch.“

Catcher Eisei Shirakawa got up and passed the baseball in his hand to pitcher Yuki Saito, while hitter Takashi Fujii turned his head to look at the rest area on the side of first base.

After receiving the code from the superintendent, Takashi Fujii stepped into the hitting area, swung his bat a few times, and made a gesture of waiting for the blow.

"Whew!"

Yuki Saito nodded, raised his leg and stride, waving his arm to throw the baseball in his hand.

"Huh!"

"Bang!"

Not good! I had already swung the bat as low as I could, but I didn't expect to miss the baseball that flew from the pitcher's mound, and Fujii Taka's swing missed, turning the original bad ball into a good ball.

“Nice pitch.“

After catching the baseball flying from the pitcher's mound, Shirakawa immediately got up, took the baseball from the sleeve and threw it in the direction of second base.

"Whew!"

“out.“

Just when many people thought that Shirakawa Eisei was passing the ball back to the pitcher, Yuki Saito directly avoided the baseball flying by the catcher, and let the second baseman behind him, Kosong Naito, open the ball sleeve and successfully catch the flying baseball, knocking the runner Murasuke Taiki out of the game.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

Takashi Fujii, who was affected by the previous goal, was half a beat slower to react to pitcher Yuki Saito's low-pitched ball in the inside corner, allowing the baseball flying from the pitcher's mound to fly smoothly over home plate and into the open sleeve of catcher Eisei Shirakawa.

“Strike out.“

After exiting, Takashi Fujii looked a little depressed and jogged back to the rest area on the first base.

"In the first half of the fourth game, the attack of Seido High School, seven sticks, right fielder, Ota-kun."

Hiroshi Ota stepped into the hitting area, raised his right hand to wait for him, and then stepped on the ground in the hitting area with both feet. After doing all of that, he got his bat in his hands and nodded for the pitcher to start pitching.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

“ball.“

Facing the low ball in the outer corner thrown by Yuki Saito, Hiroshi Ota simply followed the trajectory of the baseball and turned his head to look at it, and there was no other action.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

“ball.“

Faced with the pitcher's low-lying bad ball thrown by the pitcher, the hitter Hiroshi Ota did not make any other moves except to turn his head to look at the trajectory of the baseball flying from the pitcher's mound.

It can be said that hitters like Hiroshi Ota, who don't like to swing the bat, are sometimes quite annoying to pitchers and catchers.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

“Nice pitch.“

Pitcher Yuki Saito swung his arm and threw a slider that slid from the outside corner to the center, but hitter Hiroshi Ota did not swing his bat to strike.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

“ball.“

Pitcher Yuki Saito swung his arm and threw a low ball into the inside corner of the hitter's knee, and Hiroshi Ota stretched his legs back to avoid the baseball that flew from the pitcher.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

“ball.“

Pitcher Yuki Saito waved his arm and threw a bad ball in the middle and low position, and the hitter Hiroshi Ota, as always, still did not swing the bat.

After being sent to base by the pitcher's four bad balls, Hiroshi Ota turned around and put down his bat, took off his batting gloves and knee pads and handed them to the players who were rushing over, and then trotted over to first base.

Yuki Saito lifted his cap and wiped the sweat on both sides of his cheeks with the sleeve of his jersey, and he also threw these balls very painfully.