When he first entered the school, he was only 178 cm tall, and he grew eight centimeters in the past year and a half.

The supervisor and the coach took him to do the examination. According to the doctor, his height has basically reached a bottleneck. Even if he can still grow in the future, the amplitude will be very limited.

This is normal, too.

There are quite a few examples of people who can still jump to the top after the second grade of high school, but there are definitely very few.

Zhang Han himself also felt that his height should be enough, and he is not a basketball player. If he grows too tall, it doesn’t seem to be of use.

There are exactly nine people in Xingtian Middle School now. The young man who was originally going to take leave sneaked out of the cram school.

In addition, Binhai Second Experimental Middle School was very unhappy, so Zhang Han could only watch it temporarily.

He found a shade for himself, sat directly on the ground, and leaned half on the tree.

Not to mention, it's quite comfortable.

Although it is almost September, the heat in summer has not subsided. When the breeze blows under the shade of the trees, it feels very comfortable.

Originally, Zhang Han enjoyed this feeling very much when he was in school in his hometown.

Now that he can revisit it, he will not be in vain.

"Your cousin is quite chic!"

Zhang Han, who was half leaning against the tree, was as beautiful as a painting.

Lan Xiang's teammate couldn't help but ask curiously: "Does he really play baseball?"

"He said he was a little wiser. According to my cousin's personality, he said he was a little wiser. He should be quite powerful."

In Lan Xiang's mind, his cousin has always been synonymous with everything.

The two were once in the same elementary school, and Zhang Han was two grades older than Lan Xiang.

In their elementary school, Zhang Han is a legendary figure. Not only is he good at studying but he is handsome, but his teachers like it.

You can also be among the best in any event or any sports competition.

As long as the prizes are in place, the ranking will never be refunded.

The captain of the baseball team of Xinghe Middle School looked at Zhang Han who was half leaning against the tree and touched his head.

"It feels a bit familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"Nonsense, did you forget when you were from the same elementary school as us?"

Lan Xiang said angrily.

"Oh! I haven't seen each other for many years, maybe it's because the changes have been too big."

Gao Jie said this, and when he secretly glanced at Zhang Han, there was still doubt between his eyebrows.

No, it shouldn't be the case when I was a child, or it's recently.

He must have seen it somewhere.

At the beginning of the game, although the players from both teams were very powerful.

At least from Zhang Han's perspective, their strength is really delicious.

However, Zhang Han was not incomprehensible.

This kind of baseball team is similar to peers, just personal interests.

Even in Tokyo, such a team cannot be much stronger.

In addition, they have no environment, so it is rare to be able to hone their skills to this level.

Especially Binhai Second Experimental Middle School.

Although the players of this team are unstable in the lower plate, have poor foundation, are not flexible in movements, and are not standard in the attack posture...

But apart from these, they look pretty decent overall.

If they are participating in the competition in Tokyo and encountering a team with the lowest strength, they may even make it to the second round.

Of course, whether it is the first round of Galaxy or the second round of Binhai Second Experimental Middle School, there are clouds in Zhang Han's eyes.

He received professional guidance.

When he was in junior high school, he was in Songfang Shaobang. Even if he looked at the whole country, he was still a well-known young man.

When he entered high school, he went to Seidao again, the top wealthy family in the country.

Although these two are also called school baseball.

But it is no longer the same as ordinary school baseball.

The environment Zhang Han is staying in is a bit similar to the professional team here.

The echelons of the city, provincial, and even national teams.

As the overlord of Kaziyuan, Seido is the most brilliant one among the Seido High School baseball teams.

If you really want to compare the environment he is in, it is almost equivalent to the national team's echelon.

A professional player of the National Youth Team watches a group of amateur middle school students playing basketball.

Zhang Han is probably in this mood now.

You know, high school students like them are strictly prohibited from participating in local competitions in Tokyo.

The game reached the seventh inning, and the score on the field was three to one, and Binhai Second Experimental Middle School had an overwhelming advantage.

At the last moment, Xinghe Middle School fought back, and their team's fourth bat stubbornly hit the ball.

He was the first to run to first base.

After losing another one out, the second player who won the hit appeared.

Don't think too much, it's not Lan Xiang.

Lan Xiang did not lie. He was just a charger in the baseball team of Xinghe Middle School.

As the right fielder, the eighth best.

If you are on guard, there are no mistakes, mainly because the ball never hits there.

If you attack, you only hit the ball once when you hit the ball when you attacked it several times, and you were struck out at other times.

One person is out, and there are one and two bases.

After playing games with Binhai Second Experimental Middle School for a long time, Xinghe Middle School has made progress.

Although the gap between the two sides is still obvious, Xinghe Middle School has been able to pose some threats to Binhai Second Experimental Middle School.

It's like now that the game is in the last game, they can still see signs of victory.

The next one to play was their seventh bat, a very delicate young man named Gao Yuan.

The attack strength is within the entire Galaxy, and he should be ranked in the top three. The reason why he was placed in the seventh bat was mainly because after four, five and six, he would be allowed to finish.

The contestants from Xinghe Middle School looked very excited, and they were full of expectations for Gao Yuan’s blow.

At this moment, an uninvited guest suddenly came outside the court. She looked about thirty or forty years old.

He was dressed very young, with big waves permed and his hair turned dark red.

When I saw that woman far away, it was like a mouse seeing a cat. She dropped the bat and started running.

"It's a big deal. It's about to be the third grade of junior high school. You don't even have to intercept the high school interception. Are you embarrassed to play here? Look at the guys who play with you, Gao Jie and Lan Xiang. None of them intercept the intrusion in advance. Look at you, you're also embarrassed. You sign up for a cram school for you and dare to skip school with me. Wait, I won't discount your legs today, I will take your surname."

A wonderful hunting drama, from school to outside the school.

The game was about to end, and such an accident happened.

The contestants from Xinghe Middle School want to end it.

Gao Yuan left, and their remaining eighth and ninth clubs were difficult to hit the ball, let alone win the hit.

Then what else to fight?

"It's over, and today it's a draw."

Although he was two points behind, he also had two runners on the base bag.

The players from Xinghe Academy feel that they are still well-founded in making the draw.

"No door!"

Of course, my friends from Binhai Second Experimental Middle School cannot agree.

They must win today.

Especially in this last game, they lost two hits in succession, which was a shame for them.

They must get it back.

The two sides had a dispute, and in the end, the contestant from Binhai Second Experimental Middle School saw Zhang Han half-lying on the tree.

That guy is quite leisurely and has no interest in the competition at all. He is not even qualified to be a spectator.

Don't look tall, you might just be an embroidered pillow.
To be continued...