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"Keep winning!" Aihara shouted again.

"Keep winning!" The baseball team and everyone in Kamikawa shouted in unison.

The camera turns to the other side, Sansong High School.

Baseball players folded their hands.

"The more desperate the situation!" the captain roared.

"The more you don't give up!" the team members roared.

“Ah—” The students of Sansong High School shouted in unison, and pressed down hard with their folded hands.

Put on your helmet, lace up your gloves, pick up your bat, and both sides return to the field again.

The game continues.

Chapter 298 The Last Summer (4)

"Both sides are back on the field!"

"Three pines down, two runs, man on second base, zero outs!"

"Kamikawa is leading by two runs, but the ace pitcher suffers from heat stroke at a crucial moment. Can the relief pitcher withstand the pressure?"

"Kamikawa, Mimatsu, who can go to Hanshin Koshien Stadium in Hyogo Prefecture!"

"Who will dominate the 20th district of East Tokyo?"

The commentator roared, and in the 32° high temperature, the audience cheered and banged the inflatable ball sticks wildly.

Watanabe Toru applauded softly for the slogans just shouted by both sides.

He has always been aware of the efforts of the Kamikawa baseball team.

From Monday to Friday, they do morning jogs every day; on Saturdays and Sundays, if you go there, you can see them doing special training in the playground.

I don’t know how far Sansong has come, but to make it all the way to the regional finals, he must have endured a lot of hardships.

"Maki," Mrs. Kiyono said with a smile, "would you like to make a bet?"

"What are you betting on?" Mrs. Kujo asked with interest.

"Hmm - the loser should bark like a dog?"

"Which team are you betting on?"

"Misong. I like reversals." Mrs. Kiyono smiled.

"If you want to cheat, give me your sapphire necklace."

"it is good!"

The two ladies raised their hands, which were as tender as those of young girls, and clapped their hands against each other, making crisp applause.

They are having fun.

"Ah! Misatsu hits again. There are runners on first and third base. We're about to score." Mrs. Kiyono pretended to be surprised. "Maki, do you want to change? I'll let you bet on Misatsu."

"Thank you, but I like Kamikawa." Mrs. Kujo looked past her daughter and winked at Toru Watanabe.

Toru Watanabe opened his fan and fanned Kujo Miki.

Kujo Miki first looked at him, then at the fan: "This is a fan passed down from the Kujo family."

"No matter how good the fan is, if it can't fan Meiji, it's just a decoration."

“It was originally just a decoration.”

"You two!" Kujo Maki said dissatisfiedly, "How can you say that our ancestors' things are just for show!"

"Misong scored!" Toru Watanabe pointed at the court.

Mrs. Kujo looked over and saw Sansong, who had just been running hard, rushing across the home plate with one bat. He excitedly high-fived his teammates in the coaching booth one by one.

"It's 4 points." Mrs. Kiyono said happily, and on the scoreboard in the distance, Sansong's total score jumped from 3 to 4.

"What is Kamikawa, the relief pitcher, doing?" Mrs. Kujo said dissatisfiedly.

Not only her, but also the audience who supported Kamikawa and Kamikawa's students began to feel dissatisfied to some extent.

"What's the situation now?" Toru Watanabe asked Kujo Miki in a low voice.

"This relief pitcher has a very bad mentality," said Miki Kujo.

"Can you be more specific?"

Miki Kujo turned her head to look at him, and Toru Watanabe stared at her with a look that showed he didn't understand anything.

Rolling his eyes at him, Kujo Miki patiently explained:

"There are two innings in a game. One side can only move on to the next inning after three outs. Do you understand?"

"Yeah." Toru Watanabe continued to fan her.

"In other words, as long as Misatsu doesn't eliminate three batters, he can keep scoring. Kamikawa, the relief pitcher, had a bad mentality and couldn't handle the pressure at the critical moment, so almost all of his pitches were hit."

"But as long as the man at the base gets the ball early, even if the ball is hit, you can't score."

"That's right." Kujo Miki laughed, "I'm afraid this pitcher's mentality will completely collapse, he'll lose the ability to control the ball, and he'll keep throwing bad balls and giving away walks."

"Walk to first base? What does that mean?" asked Toru Watanabe.

Miki Kujo turned her head to look at the court and said, "That's it."

Watanabe Toru looked over.

"Balls!" the referee yelled.

At that moment, roars swept the audience.

Amid the grim looks and silent cheering of the nine Kamikawa players, the batter of Sansong walked from home plate to first base, the one on first base walked to second base, the one on second base walked to third base, and the one on third base walked back to home plate.

Scoreboard, Sansong score: 5!

"what!"

"Three pins! Three pins! Three pins!"

The field was in madness and the score was completely tied.

"So far, Sansong still has zero eliminations!" the male commentator shouted.

"And the bases are loaded! There are people on every base! We can definitely continue to score!" The female commentator was excited.

"Kamikawa's relief pitcher must adjust his condition!"

"That's right! This is related to the Koshien spot. Everyone has worked hard since childhood! Come on!"

On the big screen, all the teachers and students of Shenchuan, some were confused, some were angry, and some were waving inflatable baseballs and shouting at the stadium.

On the field, first baseman Kunii Osamu wiped his sweat with his sleeve. Beside him, the baseball players of Mitsumoto had excited faces and made gestures as if they were ready to sprint at any time. That action was full of hope and motivation.

"Balls!" the referee yelled again.

"Overtaking, someone is going to bark like a dog." Mrs. Kiyono said with a smile.

In Watanabe Toru's sight, Kunii Osamu's teammate from Mimatsu High School was waving his fists vigorously and jogging towards second base excitedly.

On the scoreboard, Sansong: 6

Kamikawa: 5

"Four ball balls again, a walk?" asked Toru Watanabe.

"I told you before, this relief pitcher has poor ability to withstand pressure." Miki Kujo said with a smile.

The two of them were so close that Toru Watanabe could feel the warmth of her breath through his face.

Watanabe Toru couldn't help but sigh.

A few strands of black hair fluttered gently in front of Kujo Miki's forehead.

"What's wrong?" She asked with a smile, "Are you upset seeing Shenchuan lose?"

"After all, I am also Kamikawa's student. If the starting pitcher doesn't get heatstroke..."

“This world always belongs to the winners. No one will consider the reasons for the losers’ loss.”

"Don't worry." Mrs. Kujo's face was gloomy. "Even if the score is reversed, Kamikawa can still fight back in the second half."

"We only scored five points in the eighth inning, and we expect to overtake in the last inning?" Mrs. Kiyono said with a smile.

"Misatsu only scored three runs in the first eight innings. Maybe the pitcher also suffered from heatstroke?" Mrs. Kujo smiled in response.

"Remember to bark like a dog." Mrs. Kiyono pointed her left index finger at Mrs. Kujo and said happily.

"Hmph." Mrs. Kujo snatched the fan from Watanabe Toru's hand and fanned herself hard.

Of the five people present, only Kiyono Rin stayed out of the matter.

She ordered a cup of ice cream with fruit and cookies on it, and ate it slowly, bit by bit, using a spoon.

The game continued under the scorching sun.

On the pitcher's mound, Kamikawa's relief pitcher stood there with a confused look on his face.

In the stadium of 30,000 people, everyone except Kamikawa’s own cheering team was shouting for Misatsu.

Everyone is eager for a comeback and a wonderful game!

No one paid attention to the relief pitcher, no one cared that Kamikawa's starting pitcher had heatstroke, and no one cared whether Kamikawa won or lost.

Except for Kamikawa's baseball team, all the teachers and students of Kamikawa.

On the electronic screen, Shi Gu, who is responsible for the flute of the wind orchestra and a delicate girl, was wiping her tears with her sleeve.

Next to her, the boy in charge of percussion was beating the drums hard and shouting "Come on" to the Kamikawa baseball team on the field.

The cheerleaders were in the aisle, drenched in sweat, but they still raised their legs and waved the colorful balls in their hands.

The physical education teacher was holding a loudspeaker and organizing all the teachers and students to raise the signs in their hands to form the huge word "must win" again.

but.

"Ah! I got hit again!"

"Sansong scores another point! Total score is 6 points!"

"Is the situation really going to turn around?! Is Kamikawa's summer coming to an end?!"

In the audience, all the teachers and students of Sansong cheered. They hugged each other and high-fived each other!

"San Song! San Song!" The cheers shook the earth.

……

Kamikawa coaching seat

The reserve players stared at the field in a trance, their mouths open stupidly, like lost people in the desert, looking at the empty kettle, hoping for the last drop of water to drip out of it.

"Yukiko."

"Dad?" Kobayashi Yukiko opened her eyes and clasped her hands together in a praying posture.

"…Bring it with you? Watanabe's uniform?"

"dad?!"

"He's in the VIP seat, go!"

Kobayashi Yukiko's surprised look gradually turned into determination.

She loosened her praying hands and picked up the bag containing Toru Watanabe's team uniform.

"Yes, coach!"

She rushed off, leaving the court, to look for a miracle for Kamikawa.

"Hurry up, Yukiko." The coach clenched his shaking hands.

……

VIP Seat

"Wang?"