“Strike out.“

In the voice of Superintendent Kataoka signaling the end of the game, the second half of the third game of the red and white battle ended.

The first-year freshmen who were on guard slowly withdrew from the field, but in today's cooler weather, everyone was sweating profusely and hanging their heads, as if they had gone through countless hardships and could no longer stand up.

The tired freshmen were very different, and the joy on everyone's face of the second- and third-year seniors was hard to hide, and the bright smile and bright gaze made everyone around them feel their joy and excitement.

Since the beginning of the red and white war, under the four bad goals again and again, under the help of one team after another, after the first three games, they have already got a huge score difference of 0:23 from the freshmen; On the other hand, how can the first-year freshman score a score under Koichiro Tanba's unstoppable pitching, and he can't even hit a hit?

Mio Kijima, who took over Kengo Kawashima in the second game, sat on the bench with a tired face, his wheezing never stopped, a towel covering his face, and the voices of questioning, complaining and discussing from the people around him came and went.

"Hey! I didn't expect that neither Kawashima nor Kijima would be able to suppress the seniors' play, the seniors in the second and third grades were really terrible! ”

"Do we still have pitchers on our side who can suppress the seniors' line?"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the others couldn't help but look at the three of them, Takuya Kimura, Ichitaka Kurosaki, and Kenshi Kawakami, and I heard that the three of them performed very well in the freshman entrance test, and I didn't know if I could ......

After the end of the third game, instead of only a few of them on the first-year freshmen's side, as in the second game, all of them were replaced, and the superintendent Kataoka on the old students' side also changed a few people.

Yu Yuichi also looked up at the scoreboards of both sides, the seniors of the second and third grades got a total of twenty-three points from them in these three games, on the other hand, their first graders still didn't score a point; Then he turned his head to look at Superintendent Kataoka, who acted as the referee, and after adjusting the players on both sides, he waited for them to come on the court without saying a word.

First spend a month to dissipate the pride of those who were elite in junior high school (here refers to the freshmen who were invited by Qingdao in the third year of junior high school, and then chose Qingdao and joined the club a week early), and then used a competition of great disparity in strength to tell them that the grades in junior high school were nothing, and everyone had to start from scratch after entering high school.

But there will always be people who are not willing to admit defeat!

Miyukiichi also looked at the green-haired boy who was wearing a ball cap and holding a bat, ready to hit but laughing at "hahahaha", and then at Kenta Maezono who was standing in the waiting area with a tiger face and moving his hands, "Oops! There are so many interesting people in the same class. ”

Yoichi Kuramochi stood on the right hitting area, staring nervously at the senior Tanba on the pitcher's mound, simulating the next operation in his mind: first of all, he had to touch the baseball thrown by the senior Tanba, as long as he could sweep the baseball flying from the pitcher's mound, even if it was just an infield short hit, he would definitely be able to successfully get on base with his own speed!

With this in mind, Kuramochi and a pair of baseballs that rushed from the pitcher's mound swung vigorously into the metal bats in his hands.

"Huh!"

"Bang!"

“Strike.“

Keisuke Miyauchi once again firmly grasped the baseball flying from the pitcher's mound, and he looked at the green-haired first-year student in front of him, and what impressed him the most was the very fast sprinting speed...... But no matter how fast you run, it's useless if you can't get to base!

Damba, let's throw the ball here! Keisuke Miyauchi gave a secret signal to the pitcher of the pitcher's mound, Danbobi, and the opponent nodded, stepped forward, and waved his arms, and the baseball in his palm shot straight out of the pitcher's mound and rushed towards home plate.

"Whew!"

Kuramochi looked at the baseball that was rushing from the pitcher's mound again, and still chose to swing the metal bat in his hand vigorously.

"Ping!"

The batter swept past the batter and hit the baseball flying from the pitcher's mound, sending it flying high and flying backwards towards the infield.

After hitting the baseball flying from the pitcher, Yoichi Kuramochi immediately dropped his bat and began to run at full speed, and the first baseman at first base just looked up at the route of the baseball that flew out after being hit by the beater, and out of the corner of his eye, he felt that someone was approaching quickly.

The first baseman turned his head in surprise to find that Yoichi Kuramochi was already close at hand, and by the time he reacted, the opponent had already stepped on the first base.

At this time, Kusunoki Fumiya raised his hand to catch the baseball that had just fallen from mid-air.

“out.“

Superintendent Kataoka looked at the green-haired boy standing on the first base, and was silent for a moment before signaling for the hitter to be out.

"Shh

Watching his ball being caught by the guard, Yoichi Kuramochi could only reluctantly trot back to home plate, pick up the bat he had just dropped, and leave the field.

Kenta Maezono walked to the batting area and stood up, swung his bat vigorously, made a gesture of waiting for the strike, and glared angrily at Tanba senior on the pitcher's mound.

Keisuke Miyauchi, the catcher, looked at Kenta Maezono, who was standing in front of him, before he gave his code to Tanba on the pitcher's mound.

"Whew!"

"Huh!"

"Bang!"

“Strike·“

In the face of Tanba's senior swinging his arm and throwing a falling curveball that was not as good as a longitudinal drop curveball, Kenta Maezono still swung his bat and missed.

The third ball thrown by Koichiro Tanba with a wave of his arm was a variant straight ball with a slightly upward drift.

"Whew!"

"Huh!"

"Bang!"

Kenta Maezono, who was not accustomed to this kind of ball path, missed his third swing, and the baseball flying from the pitcher's mound flew into the open ball sleeve of the Miyauchi senior, like a metal bat that had been swept over by the beaten person.

The old students once again let the beaters on the freshmen's side go up and down three times, and the red and white battle of the new and old students came to the second half of the fourth inning, Yukiichi also changed his protective gear, ran to the pitcher's mound, and said to Kenshi Kawakami, who was taking a deep breath with a wicked expression: "Ah Xian, don't worry about bold pitching!" No matter what the ball is, I'll catch it! ”

Hearing what Yukiichi said to himself, Kenshi Kawakami looked at Yukiichi in front of him and asked, "Are the two of us so familiar that they call each other's names?" ”

"Don't worry about the details, mate." Yukiichi also smiled and patted Kenshi Kawakami on the chest with a ball cover, "Let's strike out all the seniors together!" ”

After Yukiichi finished speaking, he turned around and ran back to the back of home plate, and after squatting, he made a few gestures to Kenshi Kawakami on the pitcher's mound, asking him to make a few shots first and warm up.

"If you want to strike out seniors, how can it be so easy." After muttering in a low voice, Kenshi Kawakami still raised his leg and waved his arm to throw the baseball in his palm as requested by the catcher.

After catching the baseball that Kenshi Kawakami threw at the pitcher's mound, Mikoichi also evaluated it before taking the baseball out of the sleeve and getting up and passing it back to him: "Nice pitch."