In the fifth game, the scorching sun was exposed, the air seemed to be distorted, the field was still hot, and the cheerleading team kept stopping.

Miki Kyujo said to Jingliu, whose injuries recovered:

"In the name of the Human Observation Department, I'll send some ice cubes and drinks to Kaguawa."

Jingliu nodded and stepped back and left the VIP seat.

"Is this a bribery?" asked Toru Watanabe.

"A single word can make them grateful, from resentment, "Why doesn't the Human Observation Department participate in training?" to "The Human Observation Department does not need to participate in training," why not do it?" Miki Kujo said indifferently.

"Kankawa is an elite high school. Getting along with classmates is also helpful for the future?" Watanabe Toru looked at her.

"Even if they don't get along well, would they give up joining the Kujo family's company just because they hate me? You look down on them too much." Miki Kujo looked contemptuous.

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

This is reality.

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

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

Beside her, Rin Kiyono yawned gracefully.

In the sixth game, Toru Watanabe saw with a telescope that everyone in Kagua had eaten popsicles and covered their faces with ice.

In the seventh game, Kamikawa, who was recovering, had a clear support voice that exceeded Sansong.

However, Mitsumatsu is worthy of being the team that has won eight consecutive games to enter the finals, and is far from being able to compete with Aoyama High School who ended the game early by 21:0.

The battle ended until the eighth game, with Kagua 5 points and Mitsuchi 3 points.

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

"There is still a chance, come on!"

"That's right, the chance is very small. I'll get at least two points in this game, and I'll guarantee that Kankawa will not score in the second half of the nine games."

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

"Everyone, please cheer for Sansong!"

"Sansong, come on!" The neat shouts of 30,000 people seemed to even tremble in the stadium.

After eight innings, Uchida, who was standing on the pitching mound, looked red and his baseball shirt was wet with sweat.

It is related to the quota of Jiaziyuan, to his three years of hard work, and to all the people who support the baseball department in Kaguawa. Even if he is temporarily leading, he is so nervous that his body is numb due to pressure.

In baseball, not to mention three points, the last game was reversed by eight points behind.

‘It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter.’ Uchida let out a long sigh, ‘As long as you make a serious shot and don’t make mistakes, you can win the game.’

Opposite, Sansong kept adjusting his grip position with one stick, occasionally twisting his neck.

No one wants to lose!

"Three Songs——!"

"come on--!"

Even in the dense crowd, even staring at the thirty-five degrees of heat, the Sansong cheerleading team never stopped.

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

Uchida's fingers placed on the side of the ball.

Lift your legs and swing your arms!

Index finger and middle finger tick ball line!

With one stick, the ball with a speed of 143km/h seemed to be slowing down.

The ball is rotating and the track is facing forward sideways, and it is a slider! It will eventually fall!

Good ball? Bad ball?

Want to fight?

Can you hit this ball close to the ground?

No.

Don't be anxious! Don't be anxious! Stay calm!

In an instant, the ball faster than the vehicle driving on the highway fell into the Kamikawa Catcher Glove.

Sansong's one stick, no swing.

A brief silence.

"A bad ball!" the referee shouted.

A stick was breathing like a head emerging from the water. After two breaths, it sank into the bottom of the water again.

Not over yet, it's still a disadvantage.

You can't relax for a moment!

The nervousness made Sansong Yibang's stomach twitch and his hands and feet numb, but when he adjusted his posture, he would cheer up, scorching sun, and physical discomfort, all of them were left behind.

In his eyes, there was only that ball.

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

He had dreamed of such a scene countless times - in the ninth game, relying on his own pitching, and with the cheers of teachers and students of the school, he simply strikes out the opponent's hitters to welcome the audience's cheers.

but.

When I really got to such a situation, I couldn’t hear any cheers.

‘As long as I can win, even if I let my arm be scrapped in Kaziyuan, I will! As long as I can win!’ Uchida prayed in his heart.

Place your fingers on the side of the ball and lift your legs.

The moment the feet landed, the hands pulled forward and back into horizontal lines, and the entire strong bow was pulled open.

The moment he threw the ball down from the side of the middle finger!

Focus on one stick.

The ball flew over the catcher's head, as if it was a bad ball that was deliberately shot.

No, not right!

If the movements from the front and back are ignored, the ball seems to be spinning in place.

It's a curve ball!

At the last moment, we will turn into the good ball zone with an arc!

‘Uchida’s bell will eventually tilt slightly.’ I remembered the coach’s words in my mind, and I didn’t think about it and swung the bat.

"Bang!"

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

The commentator's voice just came out, and he had already thrown the bat off and rushed to first base.

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

"Hino!"

"Go!"

Behind him are the shouts of the coaching staff, and ahead is the first baseman of Kaguawa.

Staring at the opponent's first baseman, faster, faster, Hino rushed past first base.

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

"Stay running!"

Yoshikawa heard the shout.

"continue--!"

There was no time to think about it, there was no time to think about whether it was Kaguawa's mistake in receiving the ball, or whether the ball bounced irregularly.

Trust your teammates!

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

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

At this moment, Kaguawa's left fielder finally received the irregularly bounced ball.

He twisted his body, raised his arms, and struggled, subconsciously wanted to throw it to Xiu Guojing.

"Mai Wood!"

It is the voice of Yoshikawa, the second roost.

Don’t think about it, don’t look at it, rely on memory and experience, and three years of tacit understanding, throw it to the second base!
To be continued...