Ace of Diamonds Golden Boots Silver Rod

Chapter 321 Experiments and Three-Strike Manufacturing Machine

"Um...! There are still four balls left, let's finish them first?"

To be honest, Xiandao wanted to laugh a little when he heard Miyuki's shameless and cautious speech.

It always feels a little cute!

Indeed, these words are not at all like what a person of Miyuki's character would say.

However, Miyuki knows best. If the guy in front of him is in a bad mood and doesn't want to vote, he will definitely turn around and leave... so the situation is stronger than the person!

This is also a common problem among catchers. When encountering a thrilling pitch, their IQ begins to plummet, and their shamelessness also plummets.

"So, I'm sorry...!" Miyuki apologized weakly when she saw Xiandao staring at her like this.

"Well! I've had enough rest today! Let's add 20 more balls!"

"Huh?" Miyuki looked at Xiandao in confusion.

“Twenty-four balls left…right?

Why don't you want to pick it up? Then I'm going back! "Xiandao looked at Miyuki's confused expression and said with a smile.

"No, no, no! I'm just a little distracted!" Miyuki gradually transformed into Sawamura. This was the legendary intellectual attack.

There's no way...who let the weak spot be caught? I can only surrender obediently.

……

outside the door,

"It's amazing! That guy from Sendao! He can actually make Miyuki Kazuya be so obedient!"

"The guy behind him nodded crazily."

"Hey Azhe, put your aura away, and you, Jiangu, what will you do if you are discovered?

By the way, why are we hiding here?

Even the supervisor and Rei-chan..." a certain Spitz whispered.

"Shh!"

"If we were all here, I'm afraid that kid would have left long ago!" A certain senior said with narrowed eyes.

"Wooga!"

The group of people outside the door were unusually quiet. Xiandao's attention was attracted by the humble Miyuki in front of him, so he didn't notice it.

Miyuki's current cautious appearance makes it even more impossible for him to know that his two secret activities are almost becoming a live broadcast.

"So where are you going to throw the next ball? In the center?"

"No! I have a few balls I want to try."

"Change ball?"

“It can’t be all of them, right?

No matter how excellent the ball control is, the fastest speed and power of the ball will be sacrificed!

Therefore, the ball path of the four-square grid cannot produce the effect of the high ball path of Jianggu! "

"Could it be?"

"I told you right? Furuya and I are of the same type." Sendao has raised his arms as a prelude to the throwing posture like Furuya, but for Sendao, this is just a stretching posture, like stretching. Waist feeling.

"What the hell are you talking about?

By the way, who did you talk to? "Miyuki complained.

"Really? Then tell me now!"

"Uh...!" Miyuki encountered an even more shameless person today...

"Pfft!" As soon as Yu Xing said something, the immortal path had already been taken, without giving him any time to think.

"Hey!" Miyuki was speechless. I'm not a hitter. You suddenly attacked me. What are you doing?

"Qiu!"

"Boom!!!"

"It's just like another Fanggu! Zuotou's Fanggu!

Moreover, the ball speed is faster, and the rotation force and upward drift are even more exaggerated!

That’s all this guy’s pitching! "

"Is it okay if I continue to vote...?"

"You are welcome!"

"Qiu!"

"Boom!!!"

"Boom!!!"

"Can this straight ball hit the strike zone?"

"Boom!!!"

At this time, everyone was already stunned, and it felt like nothing could be more surprising.

Then he was slapped in the face.

"Huh! I feel a little tired!"

"Stop lying! How weak is your physical strength!!!

"Miyuki herself felt like she was starting to become a Sawamura, and she complained loudly.

"No! Really!

But rather than saying that my body is tired, it’s better to say that I’m not used to it! "

"Hmm..." Miyuki squatted there and thought.

"Perhaps you haven't pitched for a long time? So you feel a little uncoordinated. Although there is no problem with controlling the ball, it consumes more mental energy!

That’s why you stretched your waist a few times!

Probably..." Finally, Miyuki gave a possibility.

"Maybe! After all, I haven't pitched that seriously in six years."

"Six years?" Miyuki's head was pounding.

"Then the next pitch! Quick fork!"

"Have you ever practiced fingerball before?"

"No! Not at all!

Do you think that old man would have allowed me to throw a changeup when I was nine? "

"That's right! So?"

"I told you, Fang Gu and I are the same type!

so! "

"In other words, it's... guessing? (Brainwork)

If you agree in advance that you don’t vote well, it won’t count! "Miyuki sighed helplessly, but emphasized the issue of the number of balls and protected his property from damage.

"Hey! I've finished the ten balls I promised you before, and now I'm adding more!

It’s my freedom to throw whatever ball I want! "

"No, no, no! Don't go back on what you said!

You didn't say that before! "Mixing argued hard.

Xiandao's eyes drifted to the left and he began to ignore it.

"Sorry!" Miyuki was instantly frightened.

I'm afraid this guy might say something like,

"I'm tired! I'm going back!"

……

"Hey!...Are you...really Miyuki Kazuya?

That shady glasses guy I know? Xiandao squatted down and asked.

"Hey! Whatever you say!"

"Oh! Looking at your shameless look, you are indeed the person you are!"

"Haha! Thank you for the compliment!" Miyuki scratched the back of his head and said "embarrassingly".

"Ugh!"

Xiandao naturally didn't shout or praise you like others, but he was indeed a little speechless.

Once Miyuki takes the lead, his shamelessness will leave people speechless.

"I'm going to do it!" Xiandao wisely and decisively skipped this topic.

"Yeah! Come on!"

"call out!"

"Boom!"

"Hey! Is this really your first time voting?"

"Yes!"

"So there is such a thing as genius!" Miyuki was speechless when he saw the fast fingering ball that was similar to Furiya's.

"What?" Miyuki's voice was too soft and Xiandao couldn't hear him clearly.

"There's nothing!"

"Well!..." Xiandao looked at his hands and was thinking.

"what happened?"

"That's it! I often borrow a computer to surf the Internet in the supervision room, you know that, right?" "Well! You go there often!"

Aren't you afraid? Stay in the same room with the supervisor all day long!

If I had been frightened, I would have peed myself!

It’s super scary that the supervisor wears sunglasses all day long. Maybe those sunglasses are that person’s true form! "Miyuki said exaggeratedly.

Outside the door, Coach Kataoka showed a cute "#" on his temple.

"I don't have any special ideas!

Even the supervisor is just an ordinary human being! "

Hearing Sendō's voice, Coach Kataoka's expression improved again.

"That's right!

...By the way, it doesn't matter. What do you want to say? "Miyuki felt that this topic should be ended, otherwise it would be a supervisory complaint meeting. Even though there were only "two" of them here, it would not be spread out.

"I checked the information about forkball!"

A certain person's dumb ears instantly stood up.

"what?"

"The changes in the forked balls will produce different changes depending on the length and force of the human fingers.

This thing also varies from person to person! "

"so?"

“So I had something I wanted to try and I could get the ball between my fingers!

Maybe there will be some interesting changes! "

"It can't be that simple! If you agree to throw some random balls, I will ask for more balls!" Seeing Sendao's playfulness, Miyuki quickly reminded him.

That's right, it's just curiosity. It's not that he suddenly became interested in pitching. It's just that Xiandao is naturally very curious, otherwise he wouldn't have the innate problem of mind wandering.

"I know! It's just for fun and a small experiment!

I'm coming! "Said Xiandao, thinking about the amount of force, the spacing of the fingers, and the position of the sutures.

"puff!"

"call out!"

"The ball speed is a lot slower! No way!"

"Snapped!"

"A fork ball!!!

This guy! "Miyuki raised his head in shock.

"Azhe! Did you see that? That!"

"what!"

"Put your aura away!"

The fast crotch ball is between the straight ball and the crotch ball, so the rotation speed is faster than the crotch ball, the ball speed before the change is faster, and the later change makes the hitter mistakenly think it is a straight ball.

The ordinary fingerball has a greater range of changes, but the number of balls is slower.

In addition, hand injuries caused by crossball can only be said to be caused by the extreme requirements of individual coaches. They will require the pitcher's wrist to be fixed. If it does not comply with the human body's habit of exerting force, the hand will naturally be injured.

If it's as natural as a straight ball, it won't hurt your hands.

"Hey! A fork ball with two speeds at the same time, plus a faster straight ball and a higher straight ball.

Even in the center, aren't there three ball paths, (referring to the vertical downward direction of the fork ball, the upward direction of the high-speed straight ball and the ordinary straight ball) and four ball speeds? (The above four ball speeds are different and there is a speed difference.)" Miyuki suddenly wanted to increase the number of balls to fifty, but he didn't know if he would get beaten.

"Why does this guy hate being a pitcher? What a waste!"

"Let's do it again! This shot was great! Perfect knuckleball!"

"No! I have lost interest in this ball. I need to experiment with more methods."

However, Miyuki's proposal was decisively rejected.

From a catcher's perspective, he wants the pitcher to completely master the changeup.

But immortality is indeed an experiment entirely based on curiosity. Since an experiment is successful, confirms one's own ideas, and satisfies curiosity, there is no need to continue.

In this regard, Miyuki will only feel that it is even more wasteful! ! !

"Next ball! Let's do this!

According to the data, some powerful pitchers who are suitable for finger pitching can control the falling direction of the ball through the force exerted by their fingers! Xiandao looked at the ball in his hand and said to himself.

"call out!"

"A regular knuckleball?"

"Snapped!"

"What! You said you rejected me, but you were actually very honest!" Miyuki thought in his mind.

however,

“It’s completely the same as the ball just now!

Well..., that's it for next time! "

The cruel reality is that the experiment failed, completely different from what Miyuki thought.

"call out!"

"Snapped!"

"call out!"

"Snapped!"

……

"That's almost it! It seems that I have completely mastered this finger ball!" Miyuki's misunderstanding is a bit deep.

"What are you talking about? I've been trying different ways to exert force!"

"Uh...! That's it!" Miyuki did find that there are subtle differences in each ball, but for a ball type, there is no difference, because the balls thrown by people are all straight balls in the center, and his line is always They are different every time. It is impossible for the ballistics to always overlap like a machine.

This is why it is said that a pitching machine with a batting average of 80 or 90 is barely qualified to compete with pitchers of the same ball speed and pitch.

"Ah! It seems like a complete failure!" Xiandao admitted after hearing Miyuki's question.

"Uh! You..., that's enough, isn't it!" Miyuki's face was full of black lines, and he was so perverted and still looked disappointed. What did he mean?

"Six more balls to go!"

"Huh?" Miyuki was surprised.

"You just said it wasn't a good shot, so it won't count, right?

Although the experiment failed, the investment was still good! "Xiandao said. (Although this guy planned to ignore Miyuki's words from the beginning, it would be nice to be able to use his words to block his mouth.)

"Aren't you obsessed with research and development? How come you remember it so clearly?

How can I trick you into continuing to invest more?

How great would it be if you were as natural as Cheol-sang? "However, Miyuki complained crazily in his heart.

As for the philosophy team, of course it means that the philosophy team must practice 300 swings a day and make "enough" swings.

(If Team Zhe is interrupted by something and forgets where to swing, he will start from the beginning again, even if he has played more than 290 swings, he will start again from the beginning.

So the number of swings he practices on his own actually depends entirely on whether he is interrupted or not...)

"Huh?" Captain Zhe glanced at Miyuki as if he had some feelings for what he was saying!

"Okay! I know! I know!" Miyuki surrendered.

"If I don't make you speechless, you, a shady and shameless guy, are going to cause trouble again." Xiandao complained in his heart about the guy in front of him.

"Forget it, give up! It looks like the fork ball can't live up to the data."

"puff!"

"call out!"

"Straight ball? No, it's a fast knuckleball!

To vent your dissatisfaction about the failed experiment? "When Miyuki saw the ball, he also knew that the guy in front of him had given up the experiment. It seemed that he planned to go back to sleep after throwing the ball.

"bump!"

"Forehead!"

However, Miyuki missed the answer, but he didn't have time to think about that, his eyes were already as shocked as copper bells.

"Huh?" Xiandao, who had already given up, looked at his hand in confusion.

"What? That's it? The fast finger ball actually fell diagonally like a spiral ball.

Just like Narimiya's speed ball, and the falling speed is not comparable to the slow speed ball like the speed ball!

asshole! "Isashiki whispered.

But Onisan decisively and wisely covered Sawamura's mouth, and the next second he felt the heat coming from his hands, sighing that he was lucky to react quickly.

The two people in the room were in a daze, looking at each other, not noticing anything unusual outside the door.

"Hey! The fast fingerball can change direction and so on... Could it be that this guy is not very good at fingerball, but he is a genius in fast fingerball?

This is simply a true strikeout machine! "Miyuki swallowed and spit.

(End of this chapter)