Why is it so fast?

The first hitter in Qingquan Temple was filled with disbelief.

Just now, before he could react, the small white ball flew past him.

It was like a ray of light that instantly passed by his side. As the hitter, he had no time to react at all.

Not to mention reacting, his eyes could only keep up.

"Is this called not strong?"

The first hitter in Qingquan Temple immediately put his resentful eyes in his rest area.

He seemed to be asking his ace why he was cheating him? How fast was the ball just now?

“Pitching is fast…”

"Although the momentum is not very strong, the speed is really nothing to say. In the blink of an eye, the ball flew over."

The fans in the stands actually had the same doubt in their hearts. They also didn't understand why the ball was so fast?

"Has anyone brought a speed test gun?"

"Who will bring that thing to this game today?"

Whether it is the Seido High School baseball team or their opponent Kiyotoji High School, there are no players with very fast ball speeds in these two teams before.

Watching their game, who would think of bringing a speed test gun?

But who would have thought that Zhang Han would pitch on the court, and his ball speed was so fast.

"If you meet for the first time, you will definitely be scared!"

At the outfield location, Isaki Jun's mouth raised, showing a malicious smile.

When he saw Zhang Han throwing the ball for the first time, he was shocked. Although he was used to it, he would not be able to deal with it. But at the beginning, he would definitely be very uncomfortable.

Playing against opponents at the wealthy level cannot make people feel completely relieved. However, Zhang Han's current ball is enough to fool the second-rate players such as Qingquan Temple.

Just when Isashiki Jun thought that Zhang Han would be able to get the number of outs soon, Zhang Han's pitching suddenly had an accident.

"Bang!"

"Bad ball!"

"Bang!"

"Bad ball!"

After leading a good ball, he shot two bad balls in succession, and the number of balls turned into two bad and one good one.

In the lounge area of ​​Qingquan Temple.

Ueki said indignantly: "Do you want to seduce us with a bad ball? It's so sinister!"

He thought Zhang Han would throw a bad ball, so he deliberately seduced the hitter to swing the baton. But it was obvious that Zhang Han's vicious plan did not succeed.

But Xihe next to him shook his head.

"It doesn't look like it was intentional, but it looks like..."

There seemed to be something wrong with Zhang Han's possession of the ball just now.

No, it's not that there is a problem, but that there is a problem.

The former right hitter now has changed his left hand to pitch. During the Jiaziyuan Competition, he has never climbed to the pitcher mound...

These information that seemed to be inconsistency were connected one by one by one by Xihe, and he came to a conclusion that made him feel very ridiculous.

Zhang Han's left-handed pitching was just learned. In other words, this experienced pitcher is now equivalent to a beginner in left-handed pitching.

Although this conclusion is nonsense, excluding all the impossible, no matter how unreliable the remaining conclusion is, it is the only truth.

"Tell everyone, don't swing the baton before two good balls."

Xihe's actions were very decisive.

Although the contestants at Qingquan Temple don’t quite understand their trump card, why should they ask everyone to do this?

But they were used to following Xihe's orders, and they also believed in Xihe's judgment.

This team established with Xihe as the core is based on Xihe's will as the direction of action.

The first hitter nodded slightly, and he gradually began to adapt to Zhang Han's ball speed.

Yuyuki, who was in the catcher position, was extremely anxious. He never expected that Zhang Han's possession would have problems at this time.

When they were practicing before, Zhang Han had eight or nine out of ten goals, and he could score a good goal.

How could this happen now?

Do you want to shout a pause?

Just as Yuyu was hesitating whether to call for a timeout and go to the pitcher mound to discuss with Zhang Han.

Zhang Han, who received the ball again, stopped on his own initiative. He took a deep breath and then vomited heavily.

After two deep breaths, Zhang Han re-posed for the pitching posture. At this time, the tension in his eyes no longer existed.

In the stands, an old man in his fifties and beard suddenly felt his eyes lit up.

“Self-adjustment!”

This ability, not to mention teenagers with over-secretion of hormones, is only a few geniuses among professional baseball players.

It is difficult for players to avoid being affected by the situation and atmosphere during the competition. Coupled with the ups and downs of personal emotions, the performance of players is generally very ups and downs.

Miyuki felt it too.

Although his nature with Zhang Han is not very matched, he has to admire this guy in the same grade. Zhang Han always does unexpected things in the competition.

It’s like now that he is in a ball control crisis, he has actually adjusted himself.

Although he hasn't voted yet, Yuyu believes that he can vote.

"call out!"

The white ball, like a white light, passed by in an instant.

The hitter who made up his mind not to swing the baton, watched the baseball fly over, and the fear in his eyes became even more obvious.

This ball seems to be faster than before.

And the ball that was originally deviated from the good ball has now returned to the track.

"nice shot!"

Two balls are good, two are bad.

"call out!"

"Bang!"

"Strike out!"

The hitter who was chased couldn't keep silent in the last ball anyway, so he could only bite the bullet and wave the baton.

Unfortunately, the bat in his hand did not touch the small white ball.

Before his bat was swung out, the small white ball had already flew past him.

Not only the first bat, but the second bat, the same fate.

One is out of bounds, one is bad, and then two more good ones.

Zhang Han cleanly and neatly strikes off the second best in Qingquan Temple.

In the stands, the supporters who came to cheer for the Seidou High School baseball team were all shining.

Is this momentum and the result of this, is it so handsome?

Since Shuize retired, they have been worried that the team's ace will not be able to support the pitching mound.

Perhaps God heard their request and gave Zhang Han to them.

"Zhang Han! Zhang Han!!!"

More than a dozen girls, holding signs and shouting Zhang Han's name. The momentum was quite similar to the Rukawa Kaede support team.

In such a warm atmosphere, Ueki, the third hitter who had just stood in the strike zone, was also mercilessly struck out.

Three outs, offense and defense exchange.

"So fast!!!"

Until he was struck out, Ueki didn't see clearly how the baseball flew over?

The ball came too fast!
Chapter completed!