"Yo Xi Yo Xi, the big guy has finally appeared."

"Zengzi call me out, if you can't do it, replace me!"

"The other party is just a first-year guy, so he can only show his prestige when he is in middle school, now let's tell him about the cruelty of high school baseball."

Looking at the lotus muji who was finally forced out by them, the seniors on the first side of the first base instantly boiled, and they all shouted at the top of their voices.

At this time, Masuko Tou, who was in the strike zone, also looked at the pitcher area with burning eyes, and Ling was standing on top and looking down at his own Lianmusi.

I'll give me the first hit I picked up in Hasumu-kun's hands!

Miyuki on the side looked at Masuko Toru who had already entered the state and smiled helplessly in his heart, not because he thought that Hasuki Division's strength was not enough to deal with Masuko senior, but because of what the other party said when he was talking to Hasuko Tsuru on the pitcher mound just now.

"In this game, let's shoot straight first."

"Hey, it's really fake, aren't you a player who is famous all over the country for changing balls? How could such a self-shutting off arm do such a thing? ”

"Because if I throw a different shot, you're going to miss it, and I don't want to give my seniors points for nothing."

Hasuki Division's fluttering words instantly made Miyukiichi's body tremble, and when he looked up, what he saw was Hasunagi's pretty face that became extremely cold after he stepped into the pitcher's area, and the other party said this sentence so naturally.

Prodigy Renmuji, what an arrogant guy, bastard, this is the first time I've been told I've missed a ball.

Even now that he thinks about it, Yukiichi still feels like he's still a little hot. But now it's in the game, and I'm definitely going to make him look good when I go back later.

After glancing at Masuko's senior, Yukiichi also moved a little at home plate and motioned for Hasuki to throw the ball here.

However, Hasuki Tsukasa in the pitcher area shook his head, and then compared the position he wanted to throw. This ball made Yukichi, who has always been bold with the ball, also shocked his heart, and his eyes were full of incredulity to look at Hasuki Division.

Bastard, you're joking. If you're not careful, you'll get out.

Oh, this is just my first gift to my seniors.

Huh? I'm really defeated, but don't blame me if I'm beaten out. Yukiichi also looked at Hasuki Tsukasa, who didn't look like he was joking in his eyes, and finally gave in, and put his hand in that position with some trembling.

"Huh."

Looking at the gloves that had finally been placed in the right position, the corners of Hasuki's mouth rose slightly, and after glancing at Masuko-senpai in the thug area, he raised his right hand high.

The right hand holding the ball was firmly hidden behind his own building, and the next second as his left leg stepped out, his right arm suddenly appeared, and the small ball in his hand also flew out. Pitcher Zone.

Watching the white ball with a flight trajectory that was exactly the same as the code placed by Hasuki Tsukasa gradually approaching home plate, Miyukiichiya, who was squatting at home base, also left a drop of cold sweat on his forehead.

"Huh."

"Smack."

Miyuki's imaginary oversized hit didn't come, and the white ball came in.

“strike！”

Coach Kataoka, who was the referee at home plate, changed his face when he saw the ball, and he glanced at Tsukasa Hasuki on the pitcher's mound before he shouted.

Masuko's senior face instantly became unbearable, but in the end, he gritted his teeth fiercely and resisted his temper that was about to explode.

On the pitcher's hill, Hasuki Tsukasa was extremely satisfied with this, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but sketch a playful smile when he looked at Masuko's extremely ugly face.

However, although Coach Kataoka was very loud, at this time, the bench of the senior team on the first base side fell into a dead silence, just because of a ball thrown by Tsukasa Hasuki. But the next moment, the bench erupted again with an unprecedented roar.

"Bastard, what a joke! What did this guy think of his predecessors as! ”

"Bastard, why didn't Masuko hit that ball just now, it's so sweet."

"Bastard, it's Lao Tzu's turn to strike soon, don't let me run away, you kid."

"Hehe, this junior in his dormitory is really bold enough."

Even Chris, who has always been known as a good person in Qingdao High School, couldn't help but look at the pitcher Yasuki Yasuki and said secretly.

And the picture that caused all this, the ball that Hasuki Si threw just now was not very sharp, and it was even too substandard, it was completely a red one, plus it was not even as fast as the ball thrown by Kawakami just now, this ball was too good to play.

But Masuko didn't swing the bat, because the first ball was watched without moving, which is a common method for strong throws that have never been seen before.

Hasuki Tsukasa was able to fully guess what Masuko was thinking, which should have been to praise him, but the ball thrown by that guy was completely provocative, and it could even be said that he was standing on top of the heads of his predecessors.

And in the face of such an excessive ball, the seniors were of course angry, not only angry at Hasuki Division's bastard behavior, but also angry at the inaction of Masuko Ward Ward. But if it were most of the people present, the ending would be similar to Masuko's predecessors, but they didn't want to say it.

Okay, the greetings before the war are ready, so let's start the real battle, Masako-senpai.

Bastard boy, I'm going to knock your balls out!

Hasuki on the pitcher's mound raised his head slightly, staring at home plate with an indifferent expression. Masuko in the thug area has fire in his eyes and glares angrily ahead.

In the second ball, Hasuki Tsukasa has already begun to raise his hand. This time the pitch was different from the previous one, Hasumu Division's left leg suddenly stepped on the ground and shook up a puff of dust, his right arm was cut off like a tomahawk, and the power began to flow from the lower half of the body to the point of the right hand that then converged, and the white ball shot out instantly, like a white light straight towards home plate.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

“strike two！”

Brushing the ball with the high boundary of the inside corner, the white light that quickly flew over his face not only made Masuko's senior face change, but even Miyuki, who was squatting at home plate to receive the ball, was shocked, staring straight at the corner of the pitcher's mouth and smiling at the corner of his mouth.

That goal is definitely over 140km!

This straight ball seems to be completely alive, and even if it has been caught in the glove by Miyuki, the tail strength of the ball is still a lot, and it is spinning in the glove vigorously.

Bastard, what a guy who has been carrying the national winning pitcher for two years, why didn't he catch your ball earlier.

After a peek at the tube, Miyukiichi, who saw the strength of Hasuki Division, was also excited, and put his gloves on the next ball with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

Throw the next ball here, prodigy! You don't need a bad ball, do you?

You know that, genius catcher.

Without waiting for the predecessors of Masuko to react, the artwork from the future Qingdao God's casting and capture came with a roar.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

“strike，batter out！”

Of course, the pitcher mound is on the mound, and the thug is gnashing in the thrasher zone.

The third ball went directly to the low edge of the outer corner, and Masuko's seniors hesitated for a moment and still didn't come out, and Hasuki Si Naka struck three strikes and four sticks! Masuko seniors three goals and three strikeouts!

If it was said that Hasumu Si was so angry that his predecessors were speechless because of his shameless behavior just now, then at this time, his pitching was to use his absolute strength to make the seniors silent.

The slightly thin figure on the pitcher's mound didn't shout or celebrate after the victory in this duel, but slowly fixed his eyes on the seniors who were squatting in the waiting area.

You'll be next, senior.