Gao Yang and the others who were familiar with the inside story did not say anything, but Hank and Brian looked surprised.

After a long time, Ceses said with an incredible look on his face: "No, right? Don't you play for the New York Yankees, and go for the bottom Texas Rangers?"

Fry shrugged and said, "That's it. I have to go to the Texas Rangers, but it's hard to say when I can go. Maybe this year, maybe next year, maybe I'll never go. I said, I won't play professional baseball for the time being."

Hank looked confused and said, "Why can't you play baseball yet? Why is that?"

Fry said in a deep voice: "Not why."

The conversation seemed to be unnecessary and possible. Hank looked helpless and shrugged after looking at Brian, "Okay, it seems that I can only accept this result. However, Mr. Smith, we are really sincere. What I want to say is that if you change your mind, the New York Yankees are always welcome, and the door here is always open to you."

It seems Hank is about to come to a conclusion, but Brian said anxiously: "Hey, Fry, since you are here, why not play? We have golfers practicing, you can go to the event and throw a few balls. Our venue is very good, and do you know your own strength? We have professional equipment to help you figure out your own strength, for example, measuring the speed of the ball is not good."

Fry was a little moved and he refused to let him leave Satan to play professional baseball, but as long as he didn't let him leave Satan, he was willing to play baseball in all his spare time, and he really wanted to know what level his ability had reached. He knew that he was pitching quickly, but he didn't know how fast he was.

Fry looked at Gao Yang. He was used to listening to Gao Yang's words and actions, of course, except for letting him leave Satan.

Gao Yang smiled and said, "Go, it's good to have fun. We have nothing to do."

Fry immediately nodded and said, "Okay, then go and have fun."

Brian immediately smiled and said, "Very good, we are ready, please come with me."

Hank looked at Morgan and Ceses and said softly, "Let's go and have a look, too."

Ceses said anxiously: "Go, go and have a look."

A huge group of people walked to the court, and at this time there were four or five people training on the court. They were Yankees who lived in New York. Although the new season has not yet begun, they will go to the court to train every day to stay in shape.

The New York Yankees' head coach is also there, and there are two people in the coaching staff, and scout Roger Russ is also there.

After seeing Fry, Roger looked relieved. He walked to Fry, stretched out his hand and smiled, "Young man. Xin, you are here, otherwise I will be hard for you. Come on, throw a few balls and scare them!"

Fry and Roger shook hands and smiled, "I'm sorry, I was a little surprised."

Roger waved his hands repeatedly and said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, come on, let's start. Do you want to change your clothes? Warm up first."

Fry looked at the baseball field. He had never played on such a good field. After a smile appeared on his face, he waved his arms and said anxiously: "Don't change your clothes, just do it."

Brian yelled: "Open the speed gun, Mr. Gillardi, arrange a batsman for our guests."

Head coach Ming taught Joseph Gillardi. He learned that Fry had arrived on the court and immediately rushed over with the coaching staff. Without Brian's instructions, he had already made plans.

"Dimacho, you hit the ball, Carlisle, you're a catcher, OK, let's have a little practice, are the speed gun ready? OK, it's time to start."

The two players have reached the position. The batsman is the main batsman of the New York Yankees. He basically blocks the second or third bat. Although he is not the most important strong player and is not the All-Star, his strength is definitely the first-class level in the Major League Baseball League.

Dimacho was indeed a little unhappy when he asked a main batsman to do training for a newcomer, but Dimacho was not stupid, and he was unhappy. However, seeing the big boss, manager, and head coach all came, and he also attached great importance to the newcomer's appearance. Dimacho would only cooperate well and use all his abilities to strive to score a few good goals.

The head coach stood in person at the referee's position and shouted to Frye who was holding the ball in his hand: "Are you ready? Start."

After Fry leaned over and stretched out his body, he threw out the baseball shot from the top.

After a soothing sound, the receiver grabbed the baseball, and the batsman named Dimacho was waving the bat on his face unnaturally after swinging a bat.

"nice shot!"

After the head coach shouted, he immediately turned his eyes to the group of people looking at the speed gun, and Roger shouted in an excited tone: "103.6 six miles!"

Brian nodded repeatedly, and he finally saw Fry's pitch with his own eyes.

It was confirmed in front of the boss that he did not brag or waste the effort he spent on his boss to personally invite Fry. This was good, but what made Brian depressed was that no matter how good Fry performed, he refused to join the Yankees.

It's just that when Fry threw a speed ball over a hundred miles in the first ball, many things were already doomed.

The head coach looked excited and saw the batsman named Dimacho carry the bat on his shoulders again. After he was ready to hit the ball, he immediately waved his hand to signal Fry to continue pitching.

Fry did not change his tactics, he threw the ball out again, nothing changed, it was still a speed ball.

“106.2 miles! 106.2 miles!”

This time it was Brian himself shouted out loud, and Hank leaned over to look at the number representing the ball speed, and then looked at Fry, and his eyes became very eager.

Fry threw the ball out for the third time, and the flight trajectory and landing point were almost unchanged, but the batsman just couldn't play.

Dimacho tried his best, but he just couldn't beat him.

“107.5 miles!”

Brian yelled again, the ball speed was still rising, which was normal. Fry didn't warm up much, it was just the third ball he threw. If he moved his body, God knew how fast he could throw the ball.

For pitchers, almost all the shots can be practiced, but speed balls are not good. Speed ​​balls are not practiced, speed balls are talent.

A pitcher with a speed of more than one hundred miles per hour is not something you can practice. Fry can completely allow all Major League Baseball teams to send him an olive branch, even if nothing else is not possible, it is enough to have this ball speed.

But Fry is not only capable of speed, he has talent, but he is not only talented, but also skills.

If this is a game, Dimacho has been struck out, and it is the premise that Fry has not changed the ball path at all and the shooting trajectory is completely flying on the same route, but this is just to let him verify Fry's ability, so poor Dimacho has to bite the bullet and continue.

Dimacho has decided that as long as Fry pitches, he will continue to play as he did just now, and he will not care about anything, as long as he can put the bat on the ball in time.

Fry made a baseball for the fourth time, and this time his speed did drop sharply, but the bat that Dimajo swung was empty again.

"Ah, butterfly ball, God, he is such a treasure."

Hank's face was complicated, frowning, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but the head coach and the others all looked terrified. Roger was right, and Fry did indeed scare them successfully.

Fry smiled confidently and happily. He picked up the ball and threw it out in a different way every time. He was showing his skills and telling others that he was a monster.

The birth of a genius originated from a father who brought a baseball as a gift to his own child.

There are not many people around who can spell the word baseball correctly since he was five or six years old, without any friends or spectators.

Fry's path to baseball was very lonely. No one could help Fry catch the ball, so Fry could only throw the ball very accurately. There was only one baseball and could not be lost. So Fry could only throw it with a stone as a baseball. Later, Fry didn't need anyone to teach him and began to explore all the ways to pitch.

I just threw it to the big since I was a child. I could endure loneliness and play something that was incompatible with the environment and insisted on playing it to the big. Being able to do this must be a true love for this sport.

"God, he is God's masterpiece. I have watched the ball for so many years and have never seen such a crazy pitcher. I don't want to know what he will do now. I want to know what he will not do! Oh, poor Dimacho, he is so strong."

Ceses is a baseball fan, his mouth never closed since it opened, and the reason he felt sympathy for Dimacho was that the first-class batsman failed to hit the ball in one shot.

He didn't hit the game once. If this was the game, Dimacho would have collapsed. In fact, he is now close to the verge of breaking out. However, in front of the boss, manager and head coach, he was beaten by a newcomer in a terrible way. Dimacho's psychological quality is already good enough and he is very strong.

Hank said with a frenzy look on his face and gritted his teeth: "I have to get him! No matter what the price he pays, he must come to the New York Yankees. The Texas Rangers are not worthy of him. He belongs to the New York Yankees!"

Ceses said anxiously: "Hank, you have to do something! You must not let him go to the Texas Rangers. He has the ability to subvert the entire league situation. He is a treasure, and you are the first to come into contact with him. If he is still snatched away by the Texas Rangers, it is a shame!"
Chapter completed!