Diamond Ace Takanono

Chapter 312 Seeing Here Is Enough
Today, Takano's playing seat is still three sticks.

Kuramochi, Koharu, and Takano.

Of course, this wasn't the biggest change in Seido's team, as Maedo-senpai gave up the first baseman position to Yamaguchi.

"My lord, the wind direction today is southwest, with a wind speed of 4.4 and a wind force level of 3. In the space ten meters above Koshien, there are often strange winds. Please be careful when you hit a home run."

"Accept your good words..." Gao Zhiye pulled out his bat, and Ma slipped outside.

Japan's Shono is currently playing pitcher No. 11, with a ball speed of about 140, mainly using the characteristics of left-handed pitching, so that the hitter can't feel it.

Kuramochi hit from the right this time, his hawk-like eyes fixed on the pitcher with number 11 on the opposite side.

'The batter's footsteps. . Zhuangye's catcher glanced at Qingdao's bat that was tense all over his body, and put his glove on the outside corner, "Let's hit the ball first to widen the scope of the strike zone." '

But the pitcher on the opposite side seemed to be affected by Qingdou's first half of the inning, and the first ball deviated from the position of a ball.

Kuramo took a look, but didn't even move his arm.

"Bad ball!"

The pitch was exposed, and the pitcher on the opposite side was in a bad state at this time. Kuramochi looked towards the bench, but Director Kataoka did not give instructions.

Then take advantage of your illness and kill you.

It was so bad at the beginning, unless you wait for a particularly sweet ball, the rest is to wait for the opponent to destroy itself.

"Bad ball!"

Shono's catcher naturally saw Qingdao's plan to hit a stick, so he tried his best to appease his pitcher, "The opponent won't hit until the ball count is full, so let's throw a good ball with peace of mind." '

But how could Kuramochi, who was full of bad water, let go of this ball that was biased into the red.

"bump--"

'I'm always ready to be great! '

A puff of smoke and dust rushed straight to the first base, and the Japanese supervisor Shono shook the flesh on his face, as if he had been bitten by Qing Dao very painfully.

A bad premonition was slowly brewing on the bench, and he would not do it just after opening the first question. Usually, this exam will not be good.

"safe!"

With Qingdou hitting the base with a stick, the batting repertoire changed, and Xiaochun stood on the batting zone with a smile.

On the preparation area, a tall figure also changed into a hitting state, just waiting for the pitcher to throw the ball, and swinging the bat together with the hitting rhythm.

At this time, there were traces of sweat on the catcher's forehead, and the anxiety in his heart was intuitively reflected in his heartbeat and gradually drying breathing.

'This hitter's ball pick is very tricky, no, it's just--'

"Xiaochun, the samurai of Qingdao, you must watch the ball carefully and choose the ball carefully!" Rong Chun stood at the railing, and he had already sold out the characteristics of his teammates.

Shono's No. 11 pitcher kept his eyes on first base.

Over there, under the pitcher's eyelids, the runner who was still keeping a super distance from the bases quietly pulled out a slight arc of the corner of his mouth.

"Whoosh—" A pinned the ball, Cang Chi waited for the ball to pass away, and immediately took two big strides.

The pitcher's heart is already in chaos.

Facing the chaotic situation on the field, in the strike preparation area, that figure still maintained a quiet strike posture.

When the pitcher finally settled down and faced off with the batter.

Gao Zhiye in the preparation area was also tense all over. In the hitting simulation scene, when the ball came in front of his eyes, his bat was already gone.

"Bump—" he breathed out lightly, and the pitcher's batting rhythm was almost clear.

At this time, the duel between the hitter and the pitcher has also revealed the answer.

"Four balls! Walk!"

Seeing the figure running in a small step, the auditorium immediately exploded.

"What is Japan's Shono, why don't you play with an ace!"

"The game I want to watch is not a game like this!"

Amidst the noise, Gao Zhiye walked slowly into the arena.

In Zhuangye's catcher's field of vision, a steady step broke through the sound of the audience and stepped into his heart.

Lifting the foot, the nails on the sole brought out a trace of sand, and the dense sand quickly separated and fell back like silk, but the moment the sole and the sand met, the sound of squeezing told the people listening to this scene, come The author is not a character to be fooled with,

The catcher was stunned for two seconds. Now this is the worst situation. When he looked up again, there was another pitcher waiting for him to comfort him.

"Time!" No one was out, and there were people on the first and second bases. In this case, the center line of Qingdao was ushered in.

Japan's Shono's trump card has also been warming up for a while, but players still need to stall for time.

"That pitcher has the ability to hit a home run, so next, we have to be careful. Get the first out."

The brief suspension did not affect Gao Zhiye.

He still kept the hitting rhythm in his heart, and when he really saw the ball coming, he made up his mind to accept everything as long as it was 'delicious'.

Zhuangye's catcher squatted in the outer corner again. Facing this kind of hitter requires careful probing and unexpected distribution of the ball.

It's just that he underestimated the pitcher's out-of-control state. As soon as the ball was shot, the direction was obviously deflected. When it was halfway through, it was almost a foregone conclusion.

A ball from the outside corner, the pitcher throws to the inside corner.

'It doesn't matter, as long as. . '

The catcher's glove moves quickly toward the inside corner, and the next second, his glove catches nothing but a cloud of air.

"Bump—" The ball flew far away, heading in the direction where the right fielder was running.

"Oh——!!!!" All the people in the audience were staring at the auditorium on the opposite side. Will there be one? Has the audience on the opposite side started to open their palms towards the sky?

No.

But the running of the right fielder has not stopped, and finally a little white appeared on the green lawn beside the field.

"Long hit by the wall in right field!!"

"Run!"

Kuramochi didn't need to show his footwork, and rushed towards third base from the fly, and stepped on home plate while clapping his hands.

Immediately after was Xiaochun, who flopped down on the home plate, and the opponent's catcher's mitt brushed past him.

"Good job!" The two players who came back to score, clapped their hands before running to the bench together.

"Two points!"

"Two points at once!"

"This is still the first game!"

And the source of all this, the person who stepped on the second base bag, was grinning and sighing: "Xiaochun really dares to run."

Then he quickly returned to a relaxed state, and stepped out unceremoniously.

"Oh, it's not bad if it goes on like this."

Those who thought the game was boring just now have changed their minds.

Lianji paid attention to what the people around him said, and sighed in his heart, the mood of the audience can be easily drawn by the performance of the contestants.

"Let's go, Lian Si."

"Eh? Don't watch it anymore." It's only the first game.

Hongo stood up next to him, "Seeing this is enough."

He scored two points directly in the opening game, combined with Takano's pitching performance, the outcome of this game has been determined.

"This kind of game is decided, just watch the video later."

These words combined with the back view, Lian Si shook his head, still as self-willed as ever.

　Yes, two chapters of a game are finished~ I can’t wait to write the next game, the previous fish belly has no suspense
　　My waist is really bad recently, I type on my stomach every day
　　In addition, the review cycle of the journal is so long, it takes as long as a month, I decided to submit one article every week, so that next month, at least one manuscript can be confirmed whether it is passed or not every week
　　
　
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