"Spare me, Senior Izaki, I really can't do it!" After three times and five divided by two to stuff the rice ball into his mouth, Miyukiichi also escaped smoothly from the other party's clamp, and dodged far away, not wanting to be caught by the 'Demon King' Izawaki Senior again.

"Hey, such a junior is really uncute." Usashiki Jun, who failed to frame him, snorted coldly, gnawed on the rice balls in his hand with a bored expression, and then set his eyes on the first-year students in the second army, and quickly selected a target, and walked towards the fast-paced first-year student Kuramochi Yoichi.

Yagami and Chris glanced at each other, and then at the group of second and third graders around them who were waiting to see a good show, and they were quite speechless about it, and they could only say that they were worthy of being catchers, and their sense of smell was really keen.

After a brief rest of 20 minutes, the coach came over to inform everyone to gather.

After dividing the first army into two groups of ten people each, each occupying a pitch, the horror of summer training now officially begins.

"Twenty times round trip, fast, fast, run!" The instructor asked the Qingdao people to stand in a straight line, then whistled and watched them run back and forth.

"Don't slow down."

"Run, run, don't stop to rest."

"...... in the first grade What are you two grinding in the back? ”

Yukiichi and Kuroza Naoya, who had finally finished running, were called by the coach to go to the next practice project and run around the base 100 times.

Unlike first-year students, Chris, who was already tired from running back and forth last year, is now able to complete tasks with a lighter attitude and wait for the next practice project to begin.

Yukichiya and Kuraza Naoya gasped for breath as they lined up and began to practice running bases.

After the ten people are in order, the first person starts to first base, and then the second person follows, and so on until the last person runs back to home plate. The first man returns to home plate and starts 90 seconds later for the second lap.

Before the tenth lap, Kuraza Naoya and Miyukiichi were also able to keep up with the second and third grade seniors in front of them relatively calmly; By the time they reached the tenth lap, Miyukiichi had already begun to pant heavily, and their clothes were already soaked with sweat, and they were very uncomfortable sticking to their bodies.

The seniors of the second and third grades also had the same sweat on their faces as them, but none of them would complain, as if they were doing something ordinary, running there, sprinting, sliding, resting at their own pace, and then continuing to run, sprint, step on the base, and rest.

After running around a few base bags for eighteen laps, Kuraza Naoya was already a little out of breath, looking at the second and third grade seniors around him who had a steady breath and were at ease, he couldn't help but be a little glad that he hadn't been fooled by the seniors just now like Yuyuki Kazuya, and listened to them eat a little more, otherwise he would definitely run away and vomit.

"Hurry up, run, run, don't stop." Several of the coaches supervising them seemed to be dissatisfied with the current speed of the Qingdao people, and shouted at them, "Third grader...... Is that all you have to do? It's less than twenty laps now? Turn up the speed and run a little faster. ”

"Two-year-old...... Step out and stride forward! Run, run, keep up, don't stop. ”

"...... in the first grade Keep up with the seniors in front, remember to step on the base, and move quickly. ”

On the thirtieth lap, Yukiichi also stumbled on the base halfway through and almost fell, but fortunately he relied on his balance to take two steps and turn back again, and after running back to home plate, he tried to move his left foot and found that there was nothing wrong before continuing the next lap of the base.

After the Qingdao people had completed fifty laps, Superintendent Kataoka gave them a ten-minute break, and the second and third graders were walking back and forth to relax their muscles; The first-year student stayed where he was, gasping for breath, trying to calm down his state, and Kuraza Naoya looked like he was about to lose his feet and wanted to fall.

"Don't fall down, walk around, or you won't be able to run even more after a while." Chris admonished his favored younger brother as a passer-by.

Kuraza straightened over, his hands on his knees, and looked at the second- and third-year seniors who were relaxing their bodies, once again realizing the difference in their physical fitness.

Ten minutes later, Superintendent Kataoka, who was followed by several coaches, reassembled the team and blew the whistle. Miyukiichi also mechanically moved his legs and followed the crowd to start running again.

The coaches stared at the Qingdao people who were running the base, and as long as anyone's speed started to drop, they would catch that person and sneer.

As time went on, the sophomores began to lose track of the rhythm, and the breathing of the Qingdao crowd became heavier and heavier, but the coaches were still carrying out the original plan.

By the time we reached lap 72, even the third-graders began to show fatigue, their breathing became heavier, and those with poor physical strength began to gasp for breath.

By the time the last 10 laps arrived, the speed of the Qingdao people was no longer fast, and they were basically relying on their own perseverance to carry out the final lap run.

By the time the Seichi people finished the last lap, it was already completely dark, and Yukiichi and Kuroza Naoya fell directly to the ground, and they didn't have the strength to move again.

After the Qingdao people stayed in place and rested for ten minutes, the Kataoka superintendent, who had disappeared before, reappeared, he clapped his hands, and asked the people of the first army to regroup: "Today's training is over, and finally run twenty laps around the court, everyone cheers up, and after the run, you can go to eat and rest." ”

When he heard that he had to run twenty laps around the course, Yukiichi almost couldn't stand anymore, and he regretted his naivety before.

"Still running......" Kuraza Naoya almost couldn't stand up, but he still followed the back of the group, dragging his tired pace and running. Outside the court, because the first army has not finished training, the first-year students who are still watching their training all feel that Miyukikachi and Kuroza Naoya may fall down at any time, but the fact is that the two of them are still holding on.

Miyukiya and Kuraza Naoya were getting slower and slower, and by the time the seniors in the second and third grades had completed twenty laps, they had only run fifteen laps.

"There's five more laps to go, a little faster! A little later, the cafeteria will be closed. ”

"Run, run, I didn't let you go."

"Don't grind any longer, run faster."

Although the second and third graders were shouting loudly, none of them left first.

"Come on, four more laps!"

I don't know who shouted it first, and then the sound of cheering and cheering came from inside and outside the stadium.

"Miyuki, don't stop, come on!".

"Hide the seat, hurry up and run, come on!"

Unlike Kuraza Naoya, Yukiichi also experienced the situation of being watched and cheered on by all the team members for the first time. He felt that his body and mind had been cut into two parts, and on the one hand, he felt that he could no longer hold on, and on the other hand, he felt that he could not live up to the encouragement and expectations of others.