Diamond Ace Takanono

Chapter 324 Metamorphosis
"Oh——" All the players on Qingdao's bench stood up and surrounded the outside, only waiting for Gao Zhiye to come back.

"Good job!!"

"Damn it, he's obviously a pitcher!"

"Don't take everything on yourself!"

"Brother, you are the best!"

"Eijun, get up!"

The performance of Yuxing and Gao Zhiye, the hunting and arresting partners, was like a thunder in early spring, awakening all kinds of creatures that were dormant on the earth.On the field, whether it is the audience, or the players and supervisors of both sides, there has been a huge change in their hearts.

"True or not, Qingdao won't succeed in revenge this time." Everyone thought of the grievances between the two schools in Hagar last year.

"Sure enough, like I said, high school students, there will always be times when they are unstable. So watching a long game where the outcome is difficult to determine, maybe at a certain moment it will suddenly collapse into a definite fact .”

"Takano is really pretty."

This kind of relaxed speech was so loud that the bench seats could hear it, and the big troll Supervisor Nitta had already started to twitch his brows.

"Qingdao, this time I counted my chess as a mistake. The preparation is not as detailed as yours, but it does not mean that we will lose."

He muttered, asked a messenger to give a few words of advice, and then raised his hand to call a timeout.

"Finish the vote well, the score is something to be considered later - that's what the supervisor said." The messenger imitated very much like Supervisor Nitta, and it was a bit funny in such a serious atmosphere.

Lian Si covered his mouth, "Yes, let's treat it as just playing."

With no one out and someone on first base, he was kicked off the field by Takano, and he is still no one out.

But Hongo didn't speak, and when everyone wanted to poke him on the shoulder, he finally spoke: "Is that ball easy to hit?"

Everyone who heard this sentence felt a shudder in their hearts, indicating that the pitcher hadn't recovered from the home run just now, and neither the supervisor's thoughtful words nor the words of the surrounding people had entered his heart.

At this moment, in Hongo's heart, there is only a small ball flying off the court.

What was left was an extremely complicated emotion, shock at first, and shame later. If Gao Zhiye was just an ordinary hitter, Hongo might not be so ashamed at this moment, but Gao Zhiye is his friend.

A friend he wanted to suppress was suddenly thrown to the ground by the other party.

The arrogant speeches in the past were confident and taken for granted before, but after experiencing this home run, he suddenly felt a little uncertain, and even those behaviors had a different explanation, an explanation he didn't like.

That is, Gao Zhiye, as a strong man, has been silently watching him perform to his heart's content, and after he has finished speaking, he will refute them all one by one.

Hongo clenched his fists, and what remained in his heart was his refusal to admit defeat, "The game is still long."

"Eh?" Everyone in Uchino looked at Hongo's exclusive translator, Lian Si, with doubts in their eyes.

Of course, Hongo then began to tidy up the mound under his feet, so that everyone quickly understood the meaning of those words.

"Focus on the next game!"

"Really, Hongo, your state just now is really scary." Because in that state, Director Nitta will inevitably replace the pitcher.

"Hey, Hongo, don't turn your head away, I'm the captain." Of course, Xi Yingxiong didn't get a response to another sentence, he was used to it.

I believe that if he communicates with the captain of Qingdao, he will gain a new understanding, that is, the captains of the whole world will eventually become old mothers and be bullied by arrogant juniors.

"Tojo! Go on, fight!"

"come on!"

The sound of knocking on the railing and the shouts of the support seats became even more exaggerated when it came to Tojo's beating seats.

Takano's blow boosted Seidou's morale, and all of them couldn't help thinking, 'Will this duel be different from the previous one? '

But the troll's trump card didn't give them room to think about it. After a brief adjustment, the trump card regained that haughty expression again, but he no longer had the energy to look at the opponent's opponent. I will think about the interesting things Gao Zhiye told him.

His heart became even colder and harder. In this case, even the feelings secreted by himself would be difficult to attach to it.

'It's so noisy, but it's just a six-stroke, do you think you can hit it? '

Hongo Masamune would not allow this.

Irritability and anger wrapped around him like a black mist, and with the surge of that emotion, bursts of ruthlessness emanated out, shuttled through it like an electric snake, he wanted to shout that he was not arrogant, wanted to take The ball hit the catcher's glove directly until his energy was exhausted, and he even wanted to rush to Gao Zhiye and ask Gao Zhiye how he saw him.

Tojo stood still on the strike zone, and echoed in his mind, "Follow the ball to the end, hit the bat carefully before the three strikes, but accumulate strength, and reach the state where you can hit the bat at any time", this is Gao Zhiye's advice .

Originally, he thought that the big trump card of the troll would be slightly affected, and he could use it to play, but now he is not sure, 'Can I play it?No, I can. '

"Bump—" A straight ball, a bullet, and Tojo's bat just brushed a little.

"The outside world!"

"Huh—" Take a deep breath, the position of the outer corner.

'Was this pitcher just that accurate? 'Tojo isn't sure, but what is certain is that at least the pitcher's status has not been affected.

"Pa—" A high-speed spinning ball suddenly fell from a high altitude, and Tojo's swing fell through the air.

'Damn, even such a high ball speed. ’ And to be able to drop that much distance with such a high ball speed is just unbelievable.

"nice shot!"

In an instant, the hitter was chased by two strikes, with no way out, and could only choose to swing for the next ball. In this case, Tojo was a proactive type.

"Pa—" But it was another finger that almost took the elevator down.

"Three strikes, the hitter is out!"

It was only 2 minutes before Tojo came on the court, the troll's ace had already struck out three balls, and the shouts of everyone in Qingdao were suddenly suppressed by something.

At this time, they recalled the fear of Hongo at that time, "I just thought that I could knock down that pitcher, and it turns out that Koshien's winning pitcher is very good."

"Me too. But looking at it this way, I haven't been affected at all."

In the same way, Supervisor Nitta stood with his arms folded outside the big troll bench, and he loosened his grip on his elbows, "This Hongo finally looks a little decent, hmph!"

The players in the troll stadium also felt this crossing node, and began to cheer for Hongo from behind.

'Come on, the next one is to play the line, just get out of the game. '

Hongo nodded. When his emotions reached their peak, restraining his emotions was his weakness, but at this moment, he suddenly understood, "There are still shots to be made, and we need to preserve our strength." '

So when Lianji really received a pitch with [-]% strength, he couldn't help but slapped his glove twice, "True or not, it's just a home run, let our ace learn to restrain our temper?" '

In fact, the reason is very simple, that is, Hongo suddenly has to learn to accept seeing himself from the outside world.

His temper has always been, 'I don't care what you think from the outside world, I'm here to shoot, what does it have to do with you' and so on, but when he has friends and meets in the same game, it is inevitable He will face a problem, he will care about himself from the perspective of his friends.

In this way, you are forced to care about the external world, so what you didn't care about before will suddenly care about you now.

This kind of growth is necessary and painful for a teenager.

Thinking didn't affect pitching, though, and after a few minutes—

"Three outs, switch offense and defense!"

　I talked to my boss about receiving a big gift package today.

　　I also talked about the preparations for the future, so one-one turned into a two-hour chat about life, ideals, and the future
　　Then I continued to chat with my colleagues at night and chatted for another three hours

　　After I counted this, I found that there are actually quite a lot of time every day, and how can I chat so much? ?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)