I Loaded the Love Game

Vol 3 Chapter 297: The last summer (3)

　　 "Miss Uchida."

"Yes!"

　　 Uchida Mari wears a baseball uniform and a white pleated skirt, which looks very energetic.

　　 She stood in an open space and used the microphone to talk to two hosts who didn't know where they were.

　　 "It is said that you like baseball very much, don't you?"

　　 "I like it very much! My dream is to marry a professional baseball player!"

　　 "Oh -" the male host exclaimed, "Miss Uchida, I used to work for a professional team. I am considered a baseball player. Do I have a chance?"

　　 "This." Mari Uchida tilted his head awkwardly.

　　 "What is a baseball player!" The hostess smiled, "Uchida-chan, don't worry about this person."

　　 "Yes, I get it." Uchida Mari responded bluntly.

　　 "Hey--" the male host shouted unwillingly.

　　 Uchida Mari smiled cheerfully, and the entire digital screen was filled with her sweet smile.

　　 "But," the hostess said, "Members of the live baseball team, Uchida can consider it."

　　 "Huh?" Uchida was taken aback, her expression exaggerated, "Can you?"

　　 "Of course not!" The male host resolutely objected, "Miss Uchida is thirty years old this year. This is the Koshien qualifier. The participants are all high school students! It's a crime!"

　　 "Well—" Pretending to ponder, Uchida Mari said briskly, "Sure enough, I should ignore you today."

"I am sorry!"

　　 laughter broke out at the scene.

　　 After the warm-up, the hostess said: "It's kick-off time, please go to the pitcher's hill for Miss Uchida."

"It's good!"

　　 Uchida Mari handed the microphone to the staff on one side, put on his gloves, took the ball, and walked up to the pitcher mound.

　　 The gaze of 30,000 people made her smile so nervous that she was a little unnatural.

　　 "Come on, Miss Uchida!" the male host shouted.

　　 Uchida Marriage raised his hand holding the ball and made a gesture of "come on".

　　 The catcher of Kamikawa squatted down at home base, and the referee also stood behind the catcher in a decent manner.

　　 "Uchida-chan, let's start!"

　　 Uchida Marriage raised the ball above his head, then raised his leg.

　　 posture should be practiced, quite standard.

　　 threw it out.

　　 From the pitching mound to the home plate where the catcher is, it is 18.44 meters.

　　 For Uchida, who is only 155 centimeters tall and does not usually train, let alone an accurate shot into the catcher's glove, the ball flew halfway and fell weakly.

　　 The ball rolled on the ground towards the catcher.

　　 Uchida Mari covered her mouth shyly, and then laughed cheerfully.

　　 "Thank you Miss Uchida! Haha!"

　　 "The kick-off is over, the 104th summer Koshien contest, the East Tokyo district finals, officially begin!"

　　 "In the first half of the first game, Mimatsu Chiyoda will attack first! Shinjuku Kamikawa defends!"

　　 "Kamikawa's nine starters have entered the show!"

“Kamikawa’s starting pitcher is really Uchida Yuki. This is a third-year veteran of Koshien. At Jingu Stadium last year, he led Kamikawa to win Koshien tickets, representing the 20 districts of East Tokyo. !"

　　 "Well, I lost in the first round at Koshien last year. I don't know where they will go after a year of hard work."

　　 "This year is the last year of Uchida pitcher. I think he will have the greatest desire to win, Sanmatsu, come on!"

　　 "Sansong's first hitter is also in place!"

　　 Uchida Yuki took a deep breath, staring at the front and looking at the catcher.

　　 Raise your legs, play your arms.

　　 The moment the ball went out, the ball speed was displayed on the electronic screen: 146km/h.

　　 The hitter missed the swing.

　　 "A good shot!" the referee shouted.

　　 "The ball speed of 146, Uchida is in good shape." The male host praised.

　　 "Well!" said the hostess, "Last year, Uchida made a personal record of 150 in the Koshien preliminaries and the main match. I don't know if this year's ten can be broken."

　　 "The second ball... was hit! But it flew high, it was a high-flying ball! Kamikawa's outfielder is already in place!"

　　 "I'm going to be caught! Ah, I was caught!"

　　 "It's a Uchida player! This goal is definitely counted! The first hitter of Sanmatsu seems to be too nervous!"

The first hitter of 　　 Sansong left the field, and the second hitter took the bat and trot onto the field.

　　 "Kamikawa!"

　　 "Come on!"

　　 A large area of the auditorium presents the word "Kamikawa", and the blowing club blows a passionate marching song.

　　 On the other side, the Sansong support team was also unwilling to do so, shouting all day long.

　　 The cheerleaders stood in the aisle, waving the colorful flowers on their hands.

　　 VIP seat, Watanabe Toru can't understand at all.

　　 Why did the ball be hit and the hitter who had already reached first base was out by himself?

　　 Take the kill?

　　 means that the ball is caught by the opponent in the air and the hitter is directly out?

　　 Watanabe Toru once thought that as long as the ball hits the ball high and does not get down in the sky, the batter can run from home base to first base, second base, third base, and finally back to home base and score a point.

　　 It seems that the person who made the baseball rules also took this situation into consideration and imposed restrictions on the high fly:

　　 Regardless of whether the hitter runs to first base, second base or third base, as long as the ball is directly caught before it hits the ground, the hitter is directly out of the game.

　　 For ordinary people, it may be difficult to catch a ball that falls from a high altitude, but for a baseball team that has been trained since childhood, as long as it does not make a mistake, it is almost certain to catch such a ball.

　　The rules of baseball are much more complicated than general sports.

　　 Basketball goes into the frame, football goes into the goal, and tennis goes across the net. Even people who don’t understand the rules can understand these sports.

　　 Watanabe Toru glanced to the left. Except for him and Kiyano Rin, the other three seemed to understand baseball.

　　 The two wives continued to communicate in low voices.

　　 During this period, Uchida eliminated Sanmatsu's second hitter.

　　 "Three pine and two hitters are out! The situation is dangerous, I don't know if the three sticks can withstand the pressure!"

　　 "Hit! It's a ball! Can you get on base?"

　　 The hit ball was caught by the second baseman and struggling to throw it at Shura Kuni, who defended the first base.

　　 Kuni Shuo must catch the ball before the third hitter hits the first base bag.

　　 The moment the ball fell into Kuni’s work gloves, the third hitter pounced on first base and touched it with his hand.

　　 "Did you succeed?" the man asked expectantly.

　　 "It seems to be the ball first...safe! Successfully hit base!"

　　 "Ah, the referee said, the first base player Kuni left his foot from the base bag in order to catch the ball! It was so close! What a pity!"

　　 "It deserves to be a three-bar! The ability to stably get on the base is very strong! This sentence has a chance for Sansong, come on!"

　　 "Look at Sansong's four sticks now. If you are eliminated directly, Sansong will be three beaters out. Direct offensive and defensive exchanges will be in vain!"

　　 "As long as it is hard work, it will not be in vain! It is the spirit of hard work that makes the baseball game exciting!"

　　 "That's right. Okay, the hitter who succeeded in reaching first base left the base bag a bit and made a stealing posture, interfering with Kamikawa's pitcher Uchida!"

　　 It is a pity that Uchida is strong and confident enough to strike out four strikes, regardless of the three shots on first base.

　　 In the first half of the first sentence, Sanmatsu scored zero.

　　 Offensive and defensive exchanges, it is the turn of Sansong to pitch, and Kamikawa strikes the ball.

"what a pity!"

　　 "It's only the first round, the baseball game, less than the second half of the ninth round, it will never end!"

　　 While watching, Toru Watanabe slowly guessed the rules of baseball based on the words of the two commentators.

　　 In the fifth game, the sun was exposed, the air seemed to be distorted, the field was still hot, and the cheerleaders kept going.

　　 Kujo Miki said to Jingryu who recovered from her injury:

　　 "In the name of the Human Observation Department, I will send some ice cubes and drinks to Kamikawa."

　　 Quietly nodded, and stepped back and left the VIP seat.

　　 "Is this buying people's hearts?" Watanabe Toru asked.

　　 "A word can make them grateful, from resenting "why the Human Observation Department does not participate in training" to "The Human Observation Department does not need to participate in training, of course." Why not do it?" Kujo Miki said indifferently.

　　 "Kamikawa is an elite high school, and being friendly with classmates is also helpful to the future?" Watanabe Toru looked at her.

　　 "Even if they don't get along well, will they give up joining the Kujo company because they hate me? You value them too much." Kujo Miki looked contemptuously.

　　 "It makes sense." Watanabe nodded, "When they graduate, no matter what happens in high school, they will all be proud of President Kujo as a classmate."

this is the truth.

　　 "It's just that in the name of the Human Observation Department, Kiyono's family took advantage of it." Mrs. Kujo looked at Mrs. Kiyono.

　　 "It's wonderful!" Mrs. Kiyono looked at the stadium with relish.

　　 By her side, Rin Kiyano yawned gracefully.

　　 In the sixth game, Watanabe used his binoculars to see that everyone in Kamikawa had eaten popsicles and covered their faces with ice cubes.

　　 In the seventh game, Kamikawa, who had recovered, clearly surpassed Sansong's support.

　　 However, Sanmatsu deserves to be the team that won eight straight games to reach the finals. It is far from being compared to Aoyama High School, which ended the game 21:0 early.

　　The fierce battle ended in the eighth game, Kamikawa scored 5 points and Sansong scored 3 points.

　　 "In the first half of the ninth game, Sansong attacked!"

　　 "There is still a chance, come on!"

　　 "That's how it is said, the chance is very small. At least two points will be scored in this round, and Kamikawa will not score in the second half of the ninth round."

　　 "It doesn't matter if you get two points! After the second half, you can enter the playoff, the tenth game! Look at the expressions of the Sansong players, they are very focused, no one gives up!"

　　 "Everyone, please cheer for Sansong!"

　　 "Sansong, come on!" The neatly shouted 30,000 people seemed to shake the court.

　　 pitched for eight innings. Uchida, standing on the pitcher mound, was flushed and his baseball shirt was wet with sweat.

　　 It is related to Koshien's quota, all of his three years of hard work, and all the people who supported the baseball team in Kamikawa. Even if he is temporarily ahead, he is also nervous to the point that his body is numb because of the pressure.

　　 In a baseball game, let alone three points, the last eight points have been reversed.

'no problem, no problem. "Uchida let out a sigh of relief," As long as you make a serious shot and make no mistakes, the game will be won. ’

Opposite 　　, Sansong's one rod constantly adjusted the posture of holding the rod, occasionally twisting his neck.

　　No one wants to lose!

　　 "Sansong——!"

　　 "Come on!"

　　 Even in the dense crowd, even if staring at the 35 degree heat, the Sansong cheerleaders never stop.

　　 In the sound of cheering, adjust the posture with one stick.

　　 Uchida put his finger on the side of the ball.

　　 Raise your leg, swing your arm!

　　 Index finger and **** draw the ball line!

　　 One stick concentrates all the energy, and the speed of the 143km/h ball seems to slow down.

　　 The ball is spinning, the trajectory is facing forward, it is a slippery ball! Finally it will fall!

nice shot? Bad ball?

　　 Do you want to fight?

Can 　　 hit this ball close to the ground?

Do not.

　　 Don't worry! Don't worry! Hold on!

　　 In that instant, the ball that was faster than the vehicle on the highway fell into the Kamikawa catcher's glove.

　　 Sansong's one stick, no swing.

　　 There was a short silence.

　　 "A bad ball!" the referee shouted.

　　 A big gasp as if coming out of the water, and after two breaths, he sank to the bottom again.

　　 is not over yet, it is still a disadvantage.

　　 can't relax for a moment!

　　The tense mood made Sansong Yibang’s stomach twitch, his hands and feet numb, but when he adjusted his posture, the sound of cheering, the scorching sun, and physical discomfort were all forgotten.

　　 There is only the ball in his eyes.

　　 Uchida caught the ball thrown back by the catcher and took a deep breath.

　　 He has dreamed of such a scene countless times-in the ninth game, relying on his own pitching, in the cheering of the teachers and students of the school, he simply struck out the opponent's hitters and greeted the cheers of the audience.

　　 But.

　　 In such a situation, no cheers can be heard at all.

　　‘As long as I can win, even if I am scrapped in the Jiaziyuan arm, I am willing! As long as you can win! Uchida prayed in his heart.

　　 Place your fingers on the side of the ball and raise your leg.

　　 At the moment when the feet landed, the hands were drawn back and forth into a horizontal line, and the whole bow was pulled apart.

The moment 　　 throws, the side of the **** drops the ball!

　　 One stick of concentration.

　　 The ball flew over the catcher's head, seemingly a bad ball deliberately.

　　 No, it's wrong!

　　 If you ignore the back and forth movement, the ball seems to be spinning in place.

　　 is a curve ball!

　　 will turn into the strike zone in an arc at the last moment!

　　‘Uchida’s curveball will go down slightly at the end. ’I think of the coach’s words in my mind, come and think, and swing the bat.

"boom!"

　　 "It's rubbed! The ball rolled out!"

　　 The commentator's voice just roared, and one of his bats had already been lost, and he rushed to first base.

　　 The upper and lower teeth are clenched, and the blue veins are exposed on the neck.

　　 "Hino!"

　　 "Go!"

　　 Behind is the shouts of the coaches, and in front is the Kamikawa first baseman.

　　 staring at the opponent's first baseman, faster, faster, Hino rushed to first base.

　　The first baseman is still waiting for the ball...on base...on base! !

　　 "Keep on running!"

　　 Yoshikawa heard the shout.

"carry on--!"

　　 Too late to think, too late to think about whether it was Kamikawa's mistake in catching the ball or the irregular bounce of the ball.

　　 believe in teammates!

　　 "Ah--" Hino roared and rushed to the second base.

　　 "Come on!!!" everyone in the audience shouted.

　　 At this moment, Kamikawa's left fielder finally received the irregularly bouncing ball.

　　 twisted around, raised his arms, struggling, subconsciously wanting to throw it to Kunai Xiu.

　　 "Maki!"

　　 is the voice of Yoshikawa guarding second base.

　　 Don't think about it, don't look at it, with memory and experience, with three years of tacit understanding, throw it to second base!

　　 Kamikawa second baseman Yoshikawa put one foot on the second base bag, forgetting everything, stretched his body vigorously, and stretched out his gloved left hand.

　　‘Catch me! ’

　　 Sanmatsu’s Hino has already seen the ball appear in his field of vision.

　　 The teeth were golden, and the muscles on his face trembled.

　　 The second base is just ahead! Pounce!

　　 "Pop!", the ball fell into the Yoshikawa glove.

　　 Yoshikawa’s feet, Hino, who was carrying the dream of Koshien in the summer of Sanmatsu High School, touched the base bag with his finger.

　　 Hino's body, because he couldn't control his speed, made a circle around the base as if being washed into the distance by the flood.

　　 But the base bag is like a life-saving pillar, no matter how the body is thrown out, his hand still clings to it.

　　 The stadium is quiet.

　　 Hino didn't even get up, but crawled on the ground, putting his hands on the base bag and not delivering it.

be quiet.

　　 The referee spread his arms and shouted:

　　 "safe!"

　　 As if detonated a bomb, the entire Jingu Stadium exploded with a "boom".

　　 "Sansong! Sansong!" the audience shouted.

All the students of 　　 Sanmatsu stood up directly with excitement.

　　 "Hino!"

　　 "Sansong!"

　　 The slogan has long been inconsistent, and everyone is venting their inner emotions.

　　 "It's amazing! It's amazing! This is not giving up, this is youth, this is Jiaziyuan!" The commentary was extremely excited.

　　 "The ninth inning, the last inning, the last chance, Sansong's Hino, and successfully hit second base!"

　　 "The possibility of scoring is great! Sansong, come on!"

　　 Uchida on the pitcher mound looked at the Sansong and a stick on the second base.

　　 This guy named Hino got up from the ground, his hands propped on his knees, panting, his eyes fixed on third base like a wolf.

'the last year! I will never lose! Never allow yourself to lose! Uchida caught the ball thrown by the second baseman, turned around, and looked at home base.

　　 There, Sansong's two sticks, holding the bat, looking at herself with the same eyes.

　　‘Can’t lose! Can't lose! ’

　　 The sun seemed to pull in at once, and the violent sunlight was directly on the body.

　　 Everything in front of me began to blur.

　　 "Uchida!"

　　 The members of Kamikawa gathered around in an instant.

　　 "What's wrong? Uchida fainted suddenly!" the commentator nervously said.

　　 "Heat stroke? I got the news, Uchida has heat stroke!"

　　 "Ah-now, what about Kamikawa? The crucial final game! Koshien dream! One year of hard work!"

　　 Uchida was lifted back to the coach's bench and put on ice.

　　 Everyone in the coach's bench was worried, not only Uchida's body, but also the next game.

　　 "Aihara, you go." The coach's face was calm.

　　 "Coach, I..." the relay pitcher surnamed Aihara hesitated.

　　 "You have no confidence!" the coach roared.

　　 "..." Not only Aihara, everyone is worried.

　　 There are many players on this team, but Uchida is the only one of the great pitchers.

　　 He worked hard in Kamikawa for three years, and everyone was full of confidence in him.

　　 As for the relay pitcher...

　　 The coach looked around everyone: "We are still in the lead. What if we are overtaken by them? In the second half, can't we overtake and come back? Cheer me up! Let go and fight!"

　　 "Yes!" everyone roared.

　　 "Hirata!"

　　 "Yes!" the catcher replied loudly.

"Shouting slogans!"

"Yes!"

　　 The original eight starters, plus Aihara Uchida's substitute, the nine people clasped each other's shoulders and formed a circle.

　　 The camera lens was aligned, and 30,000 people looked at them.

　　 "Who doesn't have holidays and weekends?" Hirata yelled.

　　 "We!" The eight team members stood up and yelled to answer ~www.ltnovel.com~ What time does the training start in the morning? "

　　 "Six o'clock!"

　　 "What time do you go back?"

　　 "Until you can't swing the bat!"