Tuesday, Fire Day.

After noon, the middle court is attached, and the sun is scorching at this time.

"Whew!"

"Smack!"

“out！”

The butterfly-like white ball slid over the batter in front of it again, falling into the catcher's glove at a slow speed.

What brings the opponent is no more, no less, just a sense of gap, a goal that is close at hand just can't be hit, and what has accumulated is to be real to yourself

"Diamond Ace: The Perfect Pitcher" Chapter 61 The opponent of the first battle of the summer is playing with his hand, please wait a moment,

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