Diamond Ace Takanono

Chapter 21 Second Victory

second victory

The morning of the next day was the second game of the Kinoshita Junior League Kanto Conference against Shiraishi Junior League.

In Gao Zhiye's eyes, this game was a bit cruel, or he realized that once he stepped on the center of the diamond court, the pitcher was like being trapped in a cage, even if he wanted to escape from a strong enemy, he would not be able to escape for a while. Stepping back, the railing was against his back.

"Gao Ye, what are you in a daze for?" Lang Zhi sat next to Gao Zhiye again, I don't know why he is particularly clingy recently.

Gao Zhiye lowered his eyes, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he would involuntarily look at the pitcher on the opposite bench, the pitcher who was not approaching, and said in a low voice, "The opposing pitcher has collapsed."

"Yeah, I didn't expect him to be defeated in the third round." Contrary to Gao Zhiye, Lang Zhi wished he could participate in it.

"Hayakawa-kun, look at him, he might lose confidence in baseball." Gao Zhiye turned his head away, not talking to Langzhi.

Akira Hayakawa frowned, obviously he and Gao Zhiye were in a similar mood: "Yes, but there is no way, the opponent's ace foot is injured, if we just give up the game, it will hit the morale of the team even more. "

"Coach Ninomiya will let the water go..." Gao Zhiye himself shook his head after speaking, "Then the fighting spirit that has just been gathered will be dissipated again."

Shibazaki was behind him, and tapped Takano's head lightly: "Don't put on that look, it's not the first time watching a game. This is what our pitchers have to face. Look, he's playing again gone."

As Nozawa quickly let the three out, Shiraishi, who was still out of breath, came on the field again. He stood up from the bench and no longer lowered his head. Nodding, the coach hesitated for two seconds, and finally turned around to face the court.

'Since Ito still wants to stand up. . '

Although it was Ito's own wish to continue to stand on the mound, when he faced the person who hit his ball in the previous bat, he felt tired and couldn't hold the ball in his hand, so he weighed the anti-skid powder Bag.

The catcher asked for a low straight ball from the outside corner. He didn't shake his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the hitter staring at him. The bat was shaking. Feeling deformed, with a flick of his arm, a ball was thrown far away from home plate.

It was a big shot, but Ito, who should have apologized, felt extremely relaxed. At least his ball would not be hit. This kind of luck is like putting a bottle of iced drink on his face after being exposed to the sun. The dryness and heat itself is more obvious.

Then there were three more balls, and the teenager who insisted on going to the mound seemed to be unable to find the strike zone.

"No matter how you say it, it's time to change the cast." Gao Zhiye muttered.

Lang Zhi approached, "What's the matter, since just now, you've been talking about the opposite pitcher in a strange way."

Gao Zhiye sighed: "How can you, a single cell, understand." After successfully angering Langzhi, Gao Zhiye felt better, and he was also a little strange about his state.

Probably because I heard that this team reached the third round relying on a substitute pitcher, I became curious, thinking that I could see a wonderful game, but in the end I saw a pitcher fighting against a team alone.

"It's too bad, Shiraishi, keep fighting like this."

Shiraishi's catcher was the first to move. He called for a timeout and looked at the pitcher with his head down. "Ito, that's all. Nakamura has already warmed up."

The pitcher didn't speak, just watched the catcher gesturing to the bench with some tiredness, and then a man stepped forward and said something to him, but he didn't listen, he still held the ball in his hand, and just walked to the bench. Discover.

"It's finally over." Gao Zhiye heaved a sigh of relief.

Shibazaki said meaningfully: "Taka-kun, relax, our team will not let pitchers fight alone."

The next game was garbage time. The Shiraishi Junior League sent a freshman, who was played by the Kinoshita Junior League as a serve machine. Coach Ninomiya replaced most of the main players with substitutes, and finally the Kinoshita Junior League won a big victory.

"I still want to play." Lang Zhi muttered heartlessly, Gao Zhiye looked over the short man's frizzy head and looked at the pitcher's mound, and the shaking head also stopped, and then looked at the same place.

"What's the matter, are you still thinking about that pitcher? Is it because of the pressure of officially joining the Second Army? Don't think about it, you are much better than him."

Quite unexpectedly, Gao Zhiye raised his eyebrows and listened to the short man's comforting words in his spare time.

"Hey—it's great for the brothers to play together, but it's too intrusive." Everyone gathered towards the bench to tease.

"What did you think of?" Hayakawa Akira pushed Takano from behind.

"I just suddenly understood what the mound was, from that pitcher's struggle."

Takano didn’t know what baseball was before he came to Japan. Later, he started playing baseball, and he never put himself in a team to watch. He just played baseball until he joined the Second Army’s actual combat. On the pitcher's mound, not the kind of backing boards in the bullpen, with sand under his feet, the shouts of his teammates behind him, and batters on the opposite side, the tense air that belongs to the field is really inhaled into his lungs for the first time.

"Gao-jun, a pitcher who struck out so many people in the first actual game, such self-pity will make the seniors want to hit someone." Shibazaki secretly reminded.

"Hey, it's self-pity." Gao Zhiye showed a simple and honest smile, which showed no sign of cracking under the gaze of his teammates in the front row.

"Pfft—it deserves it." Lang Zhi smirked. Gao Zhiye said this, like a school bully who got perfect marks every time. It's really hard to feel the same, it's really annoying.

Gao Zhiye quickly reduced his sense of presence, just as the coaching team came over, dispelling the idea of ​​bullying him from the seniors.

The coaching staff stood still, and one of them with yellow hair caught everyone's attention.

Coach Ninomiya looked around the players before introducing: "This is the new Coach Kinoshita. Afterwards, he will mainly teach you about batting." He pressed his hand, stopped the players from applauding, and leaned half his body, Say to the yellow hair behind: "Coach Kinoshita, please introduce yourself."

Eh?Kinoshita Liu thought that he was just here for a stroll today. Coach Ninomiya has such an old-fashioned personality, so he must prevent him from making trouble on the first day and won't let him talk.

"Ahem, I'm Kinoshita Liu, and your strike coach from now on." Then he bowed to let Coach Ninomiya continue, jokingly, if he behaved presumptuously in the team on the first day, he would definitely be sued to his mother again, so he wouldn't do it today Think it over.

Coach Ninomiya's old God Zaizai continued: "Coach Kinoshita Liu, he served as a coach in the American minor leagues for three years before. He has very rich coaching experience. Everyone must learn from him in the future."

Kinoshita Liu stayed behind like Quail, not daring to say anything until the team disbanded, and he followed everyone to the conference room, and fell behind, and unfortunately, he was shoulder to shoulder with Coach Ninomiya.

"Kinoshita, dye your yellow hair back today."

Well, this old man in the second palace is still the old man in the second palace.

　After a devilish debriefing, I finally came back.

　　Has anyone ever seen such a leader? Everyone in a center asked to complete their work report on Thursday, from 9:8 to [-]:[-] pm, and finally said in a high-sounding voice, "If you don't finish your work report, everyone will not be able to work well", but In fact, everyone in the know understands that she wants to free up a working day for everyone to write project closing reports and work reports for her.

　　One is her quarterly work report, three managers are serving her, one is her final report, and five people are waiting on her. The first edition will be passed next Monday. These people have to work overtime for her on weekends and want to embrace socialism.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)