The white horse passed through the gap, and the cool breeze was gone. At this time, the April sun is not only comfortable, but also brings a little heat. And now, the first year of the baseball club of Qingdao High School feels that the grass of his school is getting heavier and heavier.

Looking at the seniors wielding their bats on the playground, their eyes were full of envy, because they could only run around the playground bitterly.

However, there are exceptions, for example, our Hasumu Si is now in this physical training team, his eyes are still as flat as ever, and it seems that he is still quite satisfied with his current situation.

As for his F4 teammates, they have already graduated early and left, and are now doing percussion practice on the field while doing sneaky observations at Tsukasa Hasuki.

After about two weeks of physical training, most first-year players can still keep up with the rhythm of the high school baseball club, but there are inevitably some special existences, so everyone should tolerate it.

At this time, Boss Kataoka finally spoke to the bastard who hadn't sweated a drop since he started running, and hadn't mentioned a single speed.

"Hasuki, you give me one more lap and then go and do pitching practice with Chris."

Coach Kataoka also felt helpless about this kid, this guy obviously had already reached the physical fitness standard, and he was running slowly behind the team every time.

Originally, he couldn't get used to Lianmu's approach, so he thought about not throwing him to force him to be serious when he trained, but who knew that this guy was completely a master who was not afraid of boiling water.

So Coach Kataoka could only compromise on his own, and every time he saw this kid running about the same, he called him to pitch.

"Hey."

Hasuki Tsukasa responded in a low voice, and then continued to lower his pace a notch, and Coach Kataoka, who was already dark-faced, was even worse at this time, so he could only turn his head and stop looking at this guy.

"Whew-" Hasuki took a breath and walked to the cowshed. At this time, in the cowshed, Akishima-senpai and Tanba-senpai have been practicing for a while, and the ones in charge of catching the ball are Chris senior and Miyauchi senior respectively.

"Oh, hello seniors."

Seeing the seniors who were practicing in full swing, Hasuki said hello without emotion.

"Oh, it's Lianmu, I'm sorry, now Chris is practicing with me, if you want to pitch, you'll have to wait a little longer."

Akishima-senpai also responded with a smile, although the way he laughed was still a little scary. Lian Mu Si waved his hand, he just finished walking, he also wanted to rest, not to mention that it was good to be able to watch the pitching of his seniors.

Hasuki Tsukasa found a random bench and sat down, and then turned his gaze to Tanba Senpai on the right. Tanba's senpai, who noticed his gaze, seemed to have become a little stiff, and even his best curved ball throwing was a little unsatisfactory.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

Hi hi, I'm going to come and see your pitching soon, Akishima-senpai. It seems that because Hasuki Tsukasa didn't come to observe his pitching for the first time, Akishima's senior seemed a little dissatisfied in his heart, and even used a little more force to pitch.

After looking at Akishima's seniors about ten balls, Hasuki Tsukasa looked like he was lacking in interest on his face.

What do you say about Akishima-senpai's pitching? Hasuki felt that if there was a beater standing in the thug area at this time, he would be weak, not only frightened by the evil face of Akishima Senpai, but also by his villainous ball.

The straight ball that seems to be infused with all its own strength and the violent cutting ball that the beater decides in the good ball area, if the timid hitter really feels weak, as for the longitudinal change of the finger fork ball Hasunmu Tsukasa of Akishima Senpai, it can only be said to be like a chicken rib.

It shouldn't have any other effect on Akishima-senpai other than a little more space, and it might be useful against some ordinary hitters, but if you face a hitter like Aomichi, you might still be targeted......

"Yo, Assi has been waiting for a long time, come on, I'll pick up your pitch today."

Just when Hasuki was still thinking, Miyuki didn't know when he came behind him, but he still patted him on the back.

"You, aren't you from the Second Army? Are you embarrassed to pick up the ball from my 'first army' pitcher? ”

Hasumuji slapped his pig's trotters away, and then looked at him with a mocking expression. Miyuki, who was running over just now, had a stiff smile on his face at this time, and covered his heart with a painful face.

"As, why do you have such cold words in your 40° high lips? Do you know how sad your fluttering words can make a young catcher feel? ”

Hasuki Tsukasa glanced up at his chest, and then asked with a sincere expression.

"Dare to ask Miyuki-san, where is your heart? Why can't I see it? ”

Seeing that Lianmu still had a disbelieving expression, the expression on Miyuki's face became even more sad and angry, and he stretched out his right hand to make a heart-digging gesture.

"Believe it or not, I'm going to put me now-"

"Kid over there, if I don't see you catching the ball, get back to the bases!"

At this time, Boss Kataoka, who was three hundred miles away, opened his mouth and roared, he was extremely tired of these two bastard boys in the team, why couldn't he be an obedient genius baby like Chris?

"Hey, we're going to start casting soon!"

Miyuki was taken aback by the overseer's roar, and hurriedly stood up in salute, then looked flatteringly at Hasuki Tsukasa, who was still seated, who glanced at him and slowly extended his right index finger.

A week?

It's been a month, stupid.

Well... Well, I promised.

In a private call between the pitches and catches, Miyuki managed to buy one of his pitching opportunities at the cost of helping Hasuki wash his socks for a month, which is gratifying.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

Hee-hee, you're in a very good mood after watching Assi today, and the straight ball you throw is extraordinarily powerful.

It's always been that way.

Hasuki's pitch also attracted the attention of the other two pairs of pitchers for a moment.

Bastard, look at that kid's expression, these two balls haven't been exhausted yet, it's really easy, as a senior, I've been using all my strength to cast again!

Hehe, Akishima-senpai, your straight ball is not lost to him at all.

Damn, is this kid a monster?

yes, it looks like you'll only be able to play as a backup pitcher next year.

Bastard in the palace, we are still friends if you don't talk.

And when throwing the ball in the back, Hasuki Tsukasa had a whim, so he twisted his arm slightly when he threw the ball.

Heaven admired his innovative spirit and happily rewarded him for digging sweet potatoes once. The scene was very embarrassing for a while, and the guy Miyuki laughed directly.

Just after Hasuki and Miyuki had thrown nearly 20 balls, Chris Senpai came over and said that his practice with Akishima had ended a few minutes earlier.

"Lianmu, I'm ready here, if you want to vote, you can start at any time."

"Well, let's start now, I'm going to trouble my seniors again."

Seeing this, Hasuki Tsukasa didn't have any nostalgia, and directly opened his mouth to end the loan relationship with Miyuki, and then turned around and started practicing with Chris seniors.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

Standing aside, Miyuki, who looked a little lonely, just watched the two of them start practicing. Looking at Tsukasa Hasuki, who was now throwing the ball more smoothly than when he was throwing with himself, Miyuki gritted his teeth lightly, his lips grinning slightly.

Bastard, an army? Wait for me, Ace, I'm going to catch up with you, and I'm definitely going to pull you off the horse, and the main catcher of Qingdao will definitely be my Miyukichiya!

Today's training ended at six o'clock, when the sun was already setting. However, today the three of them have reunited for the first time in a long time, because today is the day when the first team will be announced before the spring competition.

Coach Kataoka is still as capable as before, and without any greetings, he directly began to read out the belonging of each back number.

"First of all, Autumn Island No. 2!"

"Number two, Takigawa Chris Yuu!"

"Number three, Dongqingguo!"

"Four, Ohnoki!"

"Five, Tetsuya Yuuki!"

"Six, green ground thoroughly!"

"Seven, Ryota Shimizu!"

"Eight, Jun Izaki!"

"Nine, Zengzi Tothus!"

"Number ten, Koichiro Tanba!"

The seniors who were called by name each responded loudly, because this was their glory, and so far they were the main players of the first army, and there were only ten follow-up numbers.

"Eleventh ......"

"No. 19, Kitahara Sea"

"And number twenty, Hasuki Division!"

Back number twenty, the only first-year finalist in the spring competition, Hasuki Tsukasa, his high school baseball first game is coming!