Diamond Ace Takanono

Chapter 275 Sliding ball!

"Three outs, switch sides!"

In the sixth game, the third year of the city returned without success again.

Tian Jiu, who was on the bench of the third year in the city, finally merged with the others.

It's been six innings, and the city junior has only gotten one hit from Qingdao's ace, and the game is slipping uncontrollably into an abyss they don't want to go to.

In the auditorium, the audience who had recently been chasing the autumn conference began to chat.

"This pitcher feels even better than on the tape."

"That's right, after all, it was the pitcher who defeated Cheng Gongming."

"That's right, did you see Hagar? This pitcher made his last appearance in Xia Tian, ​​and he didn't let Dao Shi hit it. If you count Xia Tian, ​​he has already beaten Narimiya Naruto twice."

"But I read in a magazine that Daoshi Ace is the strongest left-hander of the era." But this person's words were interrupted by this friend who just met.

"So - it's just the strongest left-hander." This sentence attracted another person to join the battle.

"If you want to put it this way, is the troll ace that Hagar won the championship this year the strongest right-hander of the era?"

"Yeah... that's right." The old man tilted his head and couldn't help being speechless, "Speaking of which, there are so many pitchers who show up together. I really don't know what the next professional baseball draft will be like."

Afterwards, the third year of the city came on stage and started to practice, and the topic of the uncles turned to other places.

Hearing the last Hayakawa all the way to the side, he finally spit out the breath he had held for a long time from his lungs. He looked at Mingsang's stiff face beside him, afraid that he would breathe too loudly and draw the other party's anger.

But I don't know if the sound of this deep breathing is too loud, Cheng Gongming's face suddenly turned around, "Hayakawa, what are you laughing at?"

"Eh? Mingsang, I'm not laughing!"

"I heard you."

"So, I didn't smile at all." I almost couldn't breathe.

Unexpectedly, these words pierced Ace's fragile heart, and he began to criticize, "I heard you, you must be laughing in your heart."

Of course, after Cheng Gongming said it himself, he was silent for two seconds, and finally he turned his head to look at the field, pretending that nothing happened.

Suddenly there was a slap from the younger generation on the shoulder, "Ming Sang, goddamn dad." Ming Sang, you have finally matured!After habitually cheating, I finally feel a little more ashamed. As a junior, I am really relieved.

Cheng Gongming's eyelids twitched twice, shaking off the extra palm and comfort.

Fortunately, the game on the field also started at this time. Amidst the sound of cheering, it was Gao Zhiye who had just stepped off the mound.

He took a couple of random swings from the sidelines and walked to the strike zone, still feeling the constant eye contact from the mound along the way.

'This pitcher is really inexplicable.There is also Senior Miyuki, who is also inexplicable. Just now Miyuki ran over specifically to ask Gao Zhiye and the city junior ace if they knew each other.

"Please give me more advice." After standing in the strike zone and saluting to the referee, Gao Zhiye didn't want to look at the pitcher any more, so he had to cast his gaze to the opposite side, and sure enough, he collided with a pair of excited eyes .

'You give me two outs, I give you back twice, and both accounts are written off.Then it's time to make a new account. As soon as his eyes froze, Gao Zhiye's attention was suddenly separated from the messy emotions, and he focused on looking at the opposite side.

He didn't say anything anymore, thinking that the opposing pitcher didn't meet the expectations of an ace pitcher. After all, he was just released from the small dark room.

After six innings of pitching, Gao Zhiye has basically recovered 70%-80% of the peak level. This excitement and satisfaction, when he receives encouragement from the audience and the defenders again and again, blows up like a balloon and expands again. cautious.

He had an urge to walk on the mound and wait for the referee to warn him before continuing to pitch, or to yell into the sky every time he threw a pitch, "I'm back!"

But that is not allowed. The pressure of the society and the insistence on his own mature personality make him unable to do such a thing, so this feeling of expansion can only be vented towards the other party.

'Come on, come on, come on! At this time, Takano's eyes seemed to be burning with flames, the strength in his whole body seemed to be inexhaustible, and the adrenaline was everywhere like bread for sale on Saturday.

The trajectory of the slider just now has been seen many times.

The catcher of the third year in the city was thinking carefully about the distribution of the ball, "the first curve ball, let's disrupt the rhythm." '

The glove was placed in the outer corner, but the pitcher unexpectedly shook his head.

'Eh?Then straight ball?The inside corner position prevents him from swinging well. '

Shaking his head again.

The catcher looked at the pitcher's eyes full of fighting spirit at this time, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, and understood his thoughts for no reason, 'Is that so?Do you want to use the slider for the first shot? '

Without hesitation, the finger made the signal the pitcher wanted, although the catcher shouted in his heart at this time, "I have seen many balls in a row, this ball, no matter how confident you are." . .Don't blame me for being kicked out! '

'Cut - get kicked out, my slider won't be kicked out! The pitcher naturally understood the reason for the catcher's hesitation, but he didn't think about other possibilities, only the aroused fighting spirit echoed in his chest, and he could no longer hear other voices.

Stepping out suddenly, Tianjiu threw his arm violently, and his throwing method was closer to the high three-quarters. In this way, the excellent wingspan and sensitive fingers can create a slider with a large horizontal span.

In Gao Zhiye's eyes, the pitcher's movements slowed down, and he had the illusion that he saw the shape of the pitcher's hand in the blink of an eye.

But the ball did come frame by frame, and the rotating stitches flew white anti-skid powder. Those smoky particles were very clear in Takano's eyes at this time. He knew that he had entered a kind of In a mysterious and mysterious state, I finally understood what Lang Zhi said, "I can see the approximate number of turns when the ball is thrown".

'Oh I see. . . 'Under such slow-motion conditions, all thinking seems to slow down synchronously. Lifting the leg, leading the bat, and striking become so simple. It is to see the final position of the ball, and then hit that position with the bat That's it.

He didn't even realize what kind of ball it was at the level of consciousness. Just a moment later, he felt a heavy impact on his hand.

"Bump—" the sound exploded in his ears, and Gao Zhiye knew it at this moment, and he hit the slider.

"Right field!!"

"Run!"

"GO! GO! GO!" The first base instructor pointed in the direction of second base, "Second base!"

Gao Zhiye's entire soul was not fully settled, and he was running with his body. Far away, the ball fell in the far right corner of the court.

"safe!"

(End of this chapter)