Diamond Ace Takanono

Chapter 307 Spring armor, here we come!
"Come on today too!" The assistant coach clapped his hands on the sidelines, cheering every teenager who passed by him.

The time has entered 2008, but the winter that belonged to last year has not yet passed.

"Hi!!"

"come on--"

The teenagers dragged their voices and ran past the assistant coach. Because they ran too fast, before they could finish their sentence, their voices followed their pace and ran far away.

Among them, the most active one is Eijun, he can almost run around and shout.

The people running in front of him were inexplicably forced to walk faster by this urging sound, and the people running behind him couldn't help slowing down their pace, moving further away from the source of the noise.

As for Eijun himself, he doesn't know how to estimate speed, he only looks at the distance from the person in front of him.

'It's such a long distance from the front again, damn it, why is my body so heavy today. '

So he started to chase, "Wait for me——"

The sound of death urging made the scalp of the runner in front tingle, and his feet moved a little faster.

In the end, Eijun was like a shepherd dog, pushing everyone's speed to the limit.

"call--"

"call--"

After a few laps, everyone was exhausted.

But let these people simply fall behind Eijun, how can they be reconciled, adolescent children will develop their self-esteem in various inexplicable places.

Of course, there are also people who are very self-aware. In January, it was the preparation stage for admission recommendation, and Takano received a message from Sato again, saying that he was going to a school in East Tokyo.

"West Tokyo has really been a nightmare in recent years."

Sato is the next pitcher for the Kinoshita Junior League. He has already pitched about 140 in the first year of junior high school.

Gao Zhiye didn't think it was very good before. After coming to high school, he saw a bunch of high school aces with a ball speed of only about 140. Looking back, he was amazed that there was such a genius by his side.

In the melee zone of West Tokyo, there are only a few schools where such a genius can go.

If you go to Qingdao, you must strive for a chance to play in the pitching field, and it is very likely that you will not be able to make your debut until the third year of high school.

If you don't go to Qingdao, then you have to face your former predecessors. Sato is not optimistic about the idea of ​​defeating Takano.

For the summer selection, West Tokyo and East Tokyo are counted separately, maybe you can go to Koshien a few more times.

"The next time we meet will be Jiashien."

After replying to the message, Gao Zhiye couldn't fall asleep for a long time that day, only a strange feeling made him feel like an electric current was passing through his whole body, which made him tremble from time to time.

'It's a third of the way through high school. '

There are only a few years left before growing up, and the question that I have been thinking about before - when can I grow up.

The answer appeared before his eyes before he knew it—just two years later.

Life is really unfair. When you are desperate for time to go faster, you will live like a year. On the contrary, when life is going well, you will be adjusted to speed up everything.

'Soon I'll be a senior again. '

Half-dream and half-awake, Takano seemed to see again last April, when all the freshmen lined up and introduced their backgrounds and their desired defensive positions.

Most of them were unfamiliar faces, as if he really stood there again, facing strange people and environments.But in fact, after a year, he has understood everyone's character and level, and these two feelings exist in Takano's memories at the same time.

At that time, after introducing myself, everyone turned their heads to look at him because of the various achievements in junior high school.

After such a year, the grades of junior high school had long been thrown into the pile of old papers, and the grades of high school became his new hand.

'When I come to professional baseball, I probably won't be able to improve anymore. . '

Before falling asleep, Takano reacted, maybe this is the meaning of growing up, covering the old self with the new self.

This principle is the same as revisiting notes when studying. Only by adding new footnotes to old notes can we call it understanding.

But some people may be born without the string of learning, and Gao Zhiye can stimulate him with new mistakes no matter how he teaches.

"Which knowledge point is this question?"

I saw a 1.9-meter-tall 'teacher' standing in front of the table with a cold face, opposite to two 'students' who gradually lowered their heads.

"Why don't you speak, Jiang Gu?"

Jiang Gu shivered, and it was obvious that a fierce search was carried out in his mind. In the end, the machine malfunctioned, and smoke came out from the top of his head, and he lay down on the table without making a sound.

"What about you? Eijun!"

Eijun immediately sat up straight, like a good student, and shouted loudly: "I don't know!"

Takano's body trembled twice, holding his forehead with one hand and the back of the chair with the other, and slowly slid down.

"If you fail, you can't participate in the spring armor. Do you know the seriousness?"

Of course they knew, otherwise this scene would not have happened today.

"Mummumu——" Rongchun seemed to be panicking, but Jiang Gu was motionless on the table at this time, and he didn't know whether he lost confidence after being hit repeatedly, or simply didn't want to face this reality.

Originally, there were some strange social rules in Japan, such as 'don't ask others for help easily'.

Unless the relationship is good enough.

Gao Zhiye believed that it was possible to achieve this level of relationship with these two people, so before the two of them started to ask for help, he pulled them to start learning.

'Stupid birds fly first', he thought very simply, back then, he could cure Langzhi.

But the fact is that he was thinking too easily, Eijun is indeed a simple baseball idiot, but Yugu, obviously got in by taking an exam.

"Starting next semester, promise me that you will listen to the class for at least 10 minutes every day." Even if you listen to the class for 10 minutes, you will not be mistaken for what you are today.

Jiang Gu continued to shut down, Eijun nodded seriously, of course Takano believed that if he opened this serious mind, he would not find anything inside.

"That's all for today, I'm tired."

He covered his face, feeling that he didn't want to see these two people anymore.

"Okay, let's go throw the ball!"

"Ok!"

Jiang Gu revived on the spot, and Eijun ejected to start.

Gao Zhiye raised his head, and he could only see the happy backs of the two of them having fun like wild dogs, "These two still want to pass!"Gao Zhiye was the first to deny it!This year's spring armor, he and Kawakami-senpai are enough! '

Xiaochun, who was passing by, patted Gao Zhiye's shoulder very sympathetically, "Thank you."

No hard work, he replied in his heart.

Of course, it is not enough for him and Kawakami-senpai to be in the first round. There are 32 teams, and it takes 5 games to reach the final.

You will inevitably meet with the troll, if you don't cross it-that is the third time you will fall in front of the champion.

Although Gao Zhiye always said that the biggest opponent is his own kind words, but in fact, when he hears all the words, he will accidentally leak into his heart, "it may become a psychological shadow." '

He tucks the ball between his fingers, making a cross-ball gesture.

"Instead of learning a new ball, it is better to solve all the existing problems." Coach Ninomiya's words dispelled his idea of ​​learning finger ball, this ball is still too ruined the arm.

"Existing problems..." Gao Zhiye pondered, and walked to the bullpen.

All confusion is just dust thrown into the air, and only training can drive them down to the ground.

Chunjia, here we come!
　On a whim this evening, I found the forum that I was active in a few years ago

　　I used to be the moderator of the original area
　　Pull out a lot of short stories I wrote before
　　The obscure way of writing the stream of consciousness is very fragmented

　　But really, there's a lot I can't write now

　　
　
(End of this chapter)