"nice shot!"

"nice shot!!"

"nice shot!!!"

"Strike out!!"

"Strike out!!!"

"Strike out!!!"

Despite shooting four bad balls in the middle, Zhang Han still went very smoothly and solved the first three sticks of Qingquan Temple. And he showed no mercy and struck all three people.

For a moment, there were voices cheering for Zhang Han on the entire court.

The fans of thousands of people shouted out the momentum of tens of thousands of people. Among them, the dozen or so female fans were definitely invincible, and each of them could match dozens of people's voices.

In the rest area of ​​Qingquan Temple, the players' aura was very low.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Han, who was pitching, was so difficult to deal with.

"Ba, bha!"

Someone patted his palms twice, attracting the attention of all the contestants in Qingquan Temple to him.

"Okay, offense is not our strength. Don't worry about it. As long as you can get points before the game is over, change your mood and it's our turn to play on the court. Let those elites from the wealthy families take a good look at the ambition of our Qingquan Temple."

Xihe took the initiative to stand up and attracted all the eyes of all the friends.

The moment I saw Xihe, Qingquan Temple, which was originally low in morale, seemed to have suddenly been resurrected.

These guys are so depressed and resurrected.

As Xihe said, offense is not their strength, let alone the opponent is a wealthy family.

It is basically impossible to get points from the opponent easily.

In this case, they might as well be more pragmatic and do the tasks they can do well.

The real strength of the attacking Qingquan Temple is just a slap. Zhang Han used his fast ball of 140 kilometers to make them confused.

However, Qingquan Temple during the garrison gave people a completely different feeling.

They looked like a group of people, looking vibrant.

"The opponent lost one point in the previous three round-robin games. Their offensive strength may not be very strong, but they must have a good defense."

Superintendent Kataoka said to the players who are about to play.

"Today's game, for most of you, is the first official game you played in the Seido High School baseball team uniforms."

"Think about your usual training, think about the sweat and tears you have put in, don't embarrass the team, don't leave yourself regrets. Go!"

Kataoka did not give any specific tasks. He just mentioned the other party's strength and then mentioned how hard everyone's training was.

Next, he let the fighters on the field play freely.

To give specific instructions, at most, I would say: "Don't let your practice results down."

What the hell is this?

Zhang Han was a little confused.

But looking at the expressions of other partners, they all seemed to have understood and understood the intention of supervision.

For a moment, Zhang Han was doubting his IQ. Had he played too much baseball, so his mind was full of muscles.

Otherwise, with his IQ of 130, he wouldn't be unable to understand human words, right?

But soon, he found that Kurachi and the guys actually didn't understand, they just pretended to understand.

I'll go, Zhang Han can only shout 666 when this operation is done.

Although the contestants did not really understand what Supervisor Kataoka said, this does not mean that those words had no effect on them.

Under the dim street lights, there was no way to see the human under the bridge hole. How long did they take to swing the bat and how much effort they had to have a chance to get to this point.

Now that they can finally represent the team in the game, how can they shame the team and make themselves regret?

In the second half of the inning, Seido High School baseball team attacked.

The first to stand in the strike zone was to successfully squeeze out Zhang Han and act as shortstop Yoichi Kurachi.

Last night [Bayi Chinese website www.81zw.xyz], Kurachi thought about it all night. What kind of handsome look should he put on when he was on the field to attack today?

Later, after thinking about it carefully, he had no choice but to give up this tempting idea. This is not his hometown, and Supervisor Kataoka is not his hometown coach.

If he makes a special move, maybe the supervisor will let him get out of the first army. The shortstop position of Seido High School baseball team is not necessarily his. There are people staring at him, so he should be honest.

Kurachi stood in the left position.

Xihe on the pitcher mound frowned.

Do you hit the left?

This player is not the main member of Seido High School baseball team. He is a first-year student, but he is a shortstop...

Xihe helplessly discovered a truth.

The foundation of a wealthy family is much better than that of grassroots schools like them.

The third-grade contestants have just retired, and the players who have just been promoted are all players with their own style.

Just like the one in front of him, his position and his posture all show that he is a contestant with his own style.

A player like this must have thought about what to do before he went on stage?

And he now knows nothing about such a powerful player...

In this case, try a ball first.

After making up his mind, Xihe set off and pitched.

Kurata Kurata in the attack zone recalled the analysis of Superintendent Kataoka yesterday in his mind.

"Although Xihe's pitching speed is not fast, it is very distinctive. If you hit it normally, you may fall into the trap designed for you by the other party in advance."

Although this opponent looks weak, it is quite difficult to deal with.

It shouldn't be that easy to solve him.

Watching the baseball fly over, although Kurachi couldn't see the mystery of the ball, he still believed the judgment of Superintendent Kataoka.

Kurachi suddenly changed his short-shot game, and Nishikawa's ball was only about 120 kilometers.

Such a ball is 100% sure to hold it and touch it.

"Table!"

After the white ball was touched, it rolled out.

"Stop looking down on others!"

When Kurata changed his short-term game, Nishikawa actually saw through it. So after pitching, he ran forward and the baseball happened to be for him.

"It's so unlucky, it's actually..."

Some audience members were about to sigh, but their sigh came to an abrupt end before it ended.

What did he see?

It was like a blue-blue whirlwind, instantly blew over a distance of more than twenty meters.

The pitcher rolled the earth in front of the pitcher, and Xihe didn't have time to block Kazuka.

By the time he passed the ball, Kurachi had already run over first base.

"Safety!"

No one was out, there was someone at first base.

Kurachi completely relied on his own speed to get on the ground.

This was a huge shock to the players of both teams.
Chapter completed!