"Boy is really a big deal. When you were fighting with Zhang Han, you seemed to be particularly afraid of him. You even asked for a timeout. Can you tell me why?"

The issue of Supervisor Tian Yuan made Zhenzhong feel a little ashamed.

But he still told the situation out loud.

"That kid's blow was a bit weird. He didn't swing very strongly, but he always hit me. When he was in the first grade of junior high school, I was in the duel and could easily defeat him. By the time he arrived in the second grade, he had basically won and lost each other. In the last two games, he took 4 hits from me."

This incident seriously hit the confidence that I really want.

He even made himself doubt whether he was not suitable to be a pitcher at all?

"Have you not overcome this psychological shadow when you enter high school?"

"I originally thought I had overcome it. This time I wanted to defeat him openly, so I discussed with the catcher and prepared to use the change ball that I have been honing. Unexpectedly, that guy didn't give us a chance at all. He swung the baton in the first tentative ball."

When talking about this, I really feel particularly wronged.

He was obviously ready to fight Zhang Han for 300 rounds, but he didn't expect that he would not play according to common sense.

After the agreed competition, the other party took out his pistol directly.

How can I play this?

Not only true, another core member of the first year of junior high school in the city has also said similar things.

"That guy is so evil!"

The one who said this was Daqian.

The two core players of the team both used the same word.

Supervisor Tian Yuan couldn't help but wonder. He asked his assistant coach to collect Zhang Han's information in detail.

"The autumn competition is in full swing, how can we have the energy during this period?"

The assistant coach of the third-year high school in the city said with a tactful suggestion.

In his opinion, Zhang Han is already a junior in the city. If you want to study him, you can wait until he scores the team.

At this stage, their most important task is the autumn competition.

"No! Things are not like that. As for Zhang Hanboy's performance, as long as they supervise and recommend it, no team can't get in. This is a very practical player, and no coach will dislike it. Even if the team does not need it for the time being and acts as a rotation player, he can still play a good job."

Supervisor Tian Yuan said with certainty.

"He must have his reasons for coming to attend the recruitment meeting we held in private. We must be prepared in advance to be prepared."

"Supervisor you are talking about!"

The boss immediately gave the order, and as an assistant coach of his subordinate, he could only execute it.

Fortunately, they were prepared for it, and all the players who came to participate in the draft had special collection of information.

This also includes detailed reports sent by their respective team supervisors.

Zhang Han's information was quickly collected, and there were even videos of him in the national competition.

Supervisor Tian Yuan spent more than half an hour reading Zhang Han’s information.

Then it took about two hours to watch Zhang Han's game highlights.

By this time, he had some speculations in his mind.

"How many pitchers did we use when we tested before? How many pitchers did we use?"

"Two pitchers, two pitchers."

"You counted Zhang Hanboy's test data using pitchers and pitchers to count them."

Although the assistant coach was a little confused, since the supervisor had given him the order, he could only do it.

The result was soon transferred, and Zhang Han hit him 12 times in total.

6 matches against people and 6 matches against pitching machines.

He hit the ball nine times in total, and the pitcher pitched the ball five times.

He hit the ball 4 times.

In terms of the results, he ranks first among the middle school students participating in the draft.

Sasaki, who ranked second, just beat him 7 times.

And his attack situation was completely opposite to Zhang Han.

He only had three times, and the pitcher pitched. The remaining four times were all shots from the pitcher.

The result is already obvious.

Supervisor Tian Yuan's eyes were flashing with excitement.

If his guess is correct, then this player named Zhang Han will definitely shine in the future.

At that time, I believe that their third-year high will usher in huge opportunities.

at the same time.

In another wealthy high school in Tokyo, a woman wearing fashionable and gold-edged black-framed glasses.

Pushed open the door to their baseball supervisory room.

"Supervisor Kataoka, please take a look at this first."

The lady handed over what she had in her hands to the man in front of her.

The man didn't talk nonsense, plugged the mobile hard drive directly into the computer in the office and started automatic playback.

Then he saw that the close-up was recording a game.

The game is coming to an end and the two sides have a tie.

As the game was about to end, the situation suddenly changed.

A player who had already reached third base suddenly stole home base.

Their opponent did not react slowly and immediately passed the ball to the catcher.

The catcher quickly caught the ball and turned around and had enough time to solve the problem.

In this case, the rash runner was almost certain to be eliminated.

However, next, a magical scene happened.

The rash runner, who didn't know why, managed to avoid the catcher's gloves, actually crossed over and successfully scored a point.

"What kind of game is this?"

"The National Youth Baseball Competition for Chinese Middle School Students is Song Fang's semi-finals. The one who is responsible for running the base is named Zhang Han."

Another chubby minister in the room, Ota, asked in confusion.

"The speed looks average! He doesn't seem to be the best candidate if he recruits runners."

"It's not about speed, it's about action."

The supervisor named Kataoka frowned and fell into memories.

It took him three or four minutes to say.

"It seems to be a prediction!"

The lady with gold-edged and black-framed glasses nodded affirmatively.

"I think so too. This player should have strong predictive ability."

Supervision Office of the City's Third High School.

"Action prediction!"

Supervisor Tian Yuan said with certainty.

Compared with the rigidity of the pitching machine, the difficulty will undoubtedly increase when playing real-person pitching.

But in this case, when Zhang Han was facing off against people, he was even more likely to face off against pitching machines.

Better beats.

The data will not be lie, and through their tests on Zhang Han, it can be basically confirmed.

Zhang Han has top-level action prediction ability.

He can predict their next actions based on his opponent's actions.

This is also the reason why the real ball can always be hit.
Chapter completed!