Diamond Ace Takanono

Chapter 31
"Kokubunji City." Takano thought about the map in his mind, so Kodaira City is separated from Nishitokyo City.

"I grew up there when I was a child. Lang Zhi's grandparents lived on the outskirts of Qingdao High School. When you open the windows, you can see the baseball field from afar."

Lang Zhi next to him also nodded: "That's right, later my grandparents moved to Qunma's aunt's house, and I haven't been there for a long time."

"High school baseball... is there any difference from the current club baseball?" Gao Zhiye leaned back in his chair, shaking his head and murmured.

"It depends on whether you're going to a big baseball club."

"Pfft—wealthy family or something, good middle school two hahahaha." Gao Zhiye couldn't help but think of the trash novels like "big family daughter" in domestic pop-up advertisements.

Lang Zhi, who was laughed at, touched his nose, and counterattacked in shame: "It's very common, everyone calls it that, don't laugh."

"I'm sorry," Gao Zhiye suppressed his smile. In front of Mr. Sasaki, he still had to show enough kindness to Lang Zhi, "It means a high school with a very good baseball club."

"...That's right, most of them are now private schools. They recruit baseball talents everywhere to study baseball. Public colleges don't have so much money and no good students, so the baseball department is slowly declining. Private school baseball Department, after entering, it will probably be 10 times more practice than the current club..."

"10 times, then Mr. Sasaki used to be in the baseball club of a private school, did he really have so much practice?" Takano turned to Mr. Sasaki who was smiling in bewilderment.

"Well~ Although the most important thing in baseball is talent, but the basic requirement is the amount of practice. The members of the first army are all practicing madmen. I am a member of the hobby department. I am ashamed to say that I am always practicing when others are still practicing. When I was young, I left early, and in the end I didn’t want to tolerate being a misfit in the team, so I quit the baseball club.”

In the face of children who are much younger than himself, Mr. Sasaki openly revealed his mental journey in high school, as if he had no doubt that the children would have any contempt for him.

"However, it's difficult to take the medical school exam. Mr. Sasaki's medical training must be no worse than that of the baseball club members." Gao Zhiye complimented him, and Lang Zhi opened his little bookkeeping book again.

'October 10rd, sunny, when Gao Zhiye was chatting with his father today, he said some adult-style compliments, which made me very immature. In other words, I need to do these hypocritical things with my biological father . 'Langzhi's mind is now in a mess.

Mr. Sasaki revealed that he was not ashamed of his retreat because he was not ashamed of it. Now that he was unexpectedly understood by the child, he was a little moved, so he dragged Lang Zhi and Takano to talk about various anecdotes about schooling until he fell asleep.

In the practice of the next morning, Gao Zhiye was assigned to practice outfield fielding because he finished pitching yesterday's game. He passed the mound where he pitched yesterday, and stood on it deliberately, facing the empty strike zone, and compared pitching action.

His move was quickly caught by nearby teammates.

"Gao Jun, you can't throw the ball today."

"What's the matter, Gao Jun, are you reminiscing about yesterday's pitch?"

"Okay, okay, I don't know how to pitch—" Gao Zhiye quickly ran to the left field, and his unspoken feeling was, "Sure enough, the feeling of pitching in games is different. When there are hitters, the strike will lead The range feels a little narrower. '

This morning is still a strengthening practice for the members of the first army. The coach hits a high fly in the outfield, and the defenders rush to the landing point quickly, catch it and pass it back to the home base. Guerrilla cooperates with the two-pass pass, but for Takano, this lack of arm strength does not exist. The only thing he is required to do is——

"Takano, don't return the home plate directly, you have to hit the ground in front of the home plate, how long have you practiced the outfielder?" Coach Ninomiya shouted at the home plate, although it is best to return the home plate directly, But at the right time, in order to be on the safe side, it is still necessary to bounce the ground in front of the home plate to give the catcher time to deal with it.

"Okay——" Gao Zhiye in the left field raised his hand, and he noticed the complicated eyes of some players. It is not so much that Gao Zhiye's passing is fast, it is better to say that his passing is accurate, no matter where he picks up the ball , basically just passed into the mitt of the catcher at home plate, which is quite enough for junior high school baseball.

"That's amazing, that guy." Every time Takano's return pass passed between the second and third bases, Lang Zhi felt that it was a living ball that could hit the catcher right.

As the teenagers practiced on the baseball field, the sun gradually rose, and the time came to about 11 o'clock. The sand and lawn were a little hot. When Takano wiped his sweat, the sand particles on the back of his hands made his face a little painful. He wanted to loosen the hat a little so that the sweat would be less exposed, but this is not a pitcher's mound, so wearing the hat like this would definitely fall off, so he could only endure it.

After training for another half an hour, Gao Zhiye finally ushered in the first Sunday afternoon that did not belong to baseball after joining the Little League team.

"Why did you wash first?" Gao Zhiye and Lang Zhi blocked the bathroom door, stalemate in a low voice.

"Why?" Gao Zhiye compared the position of the person who was obviously one step ahead of himself, "come first, then come."

"I have to wash first."

"Or I'll go first, or we'll be together." Gao Zhiye had said this sentence twice.

"No, let me wash first!" Lang Zhi messed up.

"Why, you should come first and then come first." Since the two adults are cooking not far away, Gao Zhiye didn't want to use violence to solve the problem this time. This guy has the psychological shadow of being bullied, but the bear boy should clean up at the right time. tidy.

Langzhi looked at Gao Zhiye who felt extremely oppressed, swallowed, and continued to be arrogant: "I want to wash first."

Bear children are such virtues, they understand everything they need to know, they are very good when they are alone, and they will make up for their usual sensible efforts when they have a backer.

Of course, Lang Zhi is a good boy most of the time, but when facing Gao Zhiye, he has the urge to make up for it, and it's because Gao Zhiye usually behaves too well.

Gao Zhiye didn't have time to take care of Lang Zhi's mood, so he pressed his shoulders and pushed him into the bathroom, "Come on, let's wash together."

"No, I don't want to wash together, Mom—"

"bump--"

Shen Qing, who was chopping vegetables, paused for a moment, and asked her husband: "Lang Zhi seemed to be calling for something not to take a bath together."

Mr. Sasaki was tinkling with the cooking things, but he just said indifferently after hearing the words: "The relationship is really good, I will take them to the bathhouse later, our bathroom is still too small."

The details of Gao Zhiye's handling of the bear children will not be shown for the time being. At one o'clock, when the Sasaki family came to the stadium, Langzhi behaved quite normally. He deliberately bought a drink for Gao Zhiye when buying drinks for the whole family. Weird taste.

They sat in the cheering seats of Qingdao High School next to first base. Because they arrived late, they could only sit at the end. As soon as they sat down, they were surrounded by cheers around them.

"Eh? What's the matter?"

It turned out that Seidou's second bat hit a single, and Takano saw a touch of blue raising his hand at first base.

'Qingdao, the lining is blue. '

'I feel that the overall physique of high school students will be stronger than that of junior high school students. '

While Takano Running God was thinking about the various team uniforms and lining colors he encountered so far, there was another burst of cheers from around him. The nearest Mr. Sasaki also entered the role in a very short time, and Takano was caught off guard. Wild ears.

"Eh? What's the matter?"

Looking into the field, the situation has become manned at first and second base. The public school that played against Qingdao today has already held a small infield meeting on the mound.

A burly figure was slowly walking towards the strike area at the moment, and a new strike support song sounded not far away, and the female voice of the broadcast penetrated through the noisy voices.

"Fourth stick, Dongjun."

"come on!"

"Get out!"

"Come and fight!"

The atmosphere in the audience area was obviously more restless, and it seemed that they had great expectations for the four clubs.

"Like a wrestler, you can feel his size from such a distance", Gao Zhiye complained silently, "Is he really a high school student? '

The players on the mound dispersed and the game resumed.

At this moment, Dongqing, who was posing on the strike zone, was like a big mountain, pressing on the two shooters. At the infield meeting just now, the two still discussed using offensive four-bads to walk the hitter.

'The first pitch should be low enough', the catcher's glove patted the ground, the pitcher threw the ball, and dug a sweet potato directly on the home plate. Fortunately, the catcher was mentally prepared to block the ball and immediately stared at Second base, the runner on second base sees this and returns the base bag.

"What, you have to escort Dongjun again!" Some people around booed.

Sasaki also took the opportunity to educate the brothers. This hitter had already hit dozens of home runs in his sophomore year, and he was one of the best in the entire high school.

"Hoo--" The first pitch passed safely, ignoring the voices of the audience, and both pitchers and catchers breathed a sigh of relief. Now there are people on the first and second bases after an out, and there is still one base empty. After walking the four bats, the catcher A five-bat double play, perhaps losing 1 and 2 points, is better than being hit by a four-bat home run.

'Second ball, bad ball from the outside corner', Dong Qingguo didn't move, and when he saw this ball, he let out a "tsk", this is to walk him to a duel with five clubs, and the more we get to the second half of the competition, there will be more and more situations like this , Dong Qingguo couldn't help feeling anxious when he thought of the fault in the current offensive firepower of the team and his players in the next poor harvest year.

"It's another bad ball." Gao Zhiye's mood of wanting to watch the game carefully just now fell, and it seems that the high school students' games are like this.

'Third ball, outside corner bad ball', the catcher's glove is on the sideline, even if it is a four-bad walk, it must have a bit of backbone, and it can't be too obvious.

The pitcher nodded at the signal. The current situation is that there are two balls and no strikes. The opponent's fourth bat probably knows his walk strategy, so if he can wipe the sideline and steal a strike, it would be great. The pitcher who thinks so, the limit Controlling his body, aiming at where the outside corner prefers the ball, and where the catcher wants it, is slightly off the ball by a quarter of a ball.

'Okay, hitters have no desire to swing. . . . When the pitcher took the shot, he was secretly happy. Before he was happy for a second, he saw the batter on the opposite side showing his fangs. Dong Qingguo saw the ball rubbing against the sideline and swung without hesitation.

"Bump—" The sound of the baseball hitting the center of the ball was drowned out in the noise. Gao Zhiye saw the ball fly farther and farther until it hit the fence, and he yelled along with the crowd: "Home run .”

Then I saw the wrestler-like four-bat, running around the bases with his hands raised.

"This physique, this blow is not good." Takano, who is always easy to run away when watching the game, is refreshed at this time, "This kind of hitter, I really want to fight against him." '

　[Recently discovered my writing problems] Writing competitions is submissive, and writing emotional dramas is a heavy blow

　　Every time I write a competition, I only want to write the most important part, and the other parts are accelerated
　　[Secretly making complaints about work] I found that I really like blah blah blah in the author's words. Recently, I can chat with anyone for a long time. My new colleagues said that I am very friendly, so I am getting older and becoming kinder. . .

　　Back to Tucao work, report on the final project next Wednesday, started a meeting after get off work again, called us over there again, she typed without speaking, and then I hosted the whole process + recorded + division of labor, engaged in knitting, etc. I have analyzed everything, so the meeting ends? ?Why don't you just let me share the ppt directly, why use this form of discussion, and I'm not a project manager, I only share 25% of the bonus

　　
　
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