"If you want to watch the game together, get on the bus behind now."

The contestants from Yijun took a bus alone. If the remaining contestants wanted to go to the competition together, the school would also help arrange a bus pick-up.

"I'm going!"

"I'll go too!!"

For such an opportunity, freshmen will naturally not miss it.

Watching the game can get a lot of benefits. They can observe Seido's style up close and verify the strength of the seniors.

The seniors stood there like role models and benchmarks.

If they want to be promoted to the top, this is the competitor they must surpass.

With this idea in mind, the young players of course want to watch the game.

As for those second and third grade players, they already have an absolute sense of belonging to Seidou High School. Even if they can't play games, it's better to cheer for the players on the field in the stands.

Hula, a group of people got on the bus.

There was no way to get in a car, so the team specially arranged two buses to pick them up and drop them off. In addition to the team's players, they also included cheerleaders and orchestras.

In the early stages of the competition, the team generally does not ask cheerleaders and orchestras for help. However, in the late stages of the competition, even after entering Jiaziyuan.

Cheerleaders have become indispensable characters.

Unlike these people who are anxious to get on the bus, there is a stubborn figure who goes against everyone.

He dragged two tires himself and ran silently on the court.

The bus that the main force of the first army has not yet driven.

Superintendent Kataoka looked at the stubborn figure through his sunglasses, thinking about what Luo He said to him in his mind.

Lok, Takashima Li, Zhang Han, Yuyou…

Some directly told themselves, while others raised it indirectly.

They are very optimistic about this young man!

This guy, besides what he saw, might have other talents...

In the past, there were very few players in the Seido High School baseball team that could influence so many people.

Maybe it's time to talk to him.

The bus slowly drove out of the school gate, and Ping An also withdrew his gaze.

The same goes for Zhang Han.

It was hard for him not to pay attention to the newcomer. When he was punished, the young man was dejected. At that time, some friends even bet that he might be leaving the team soon.

Now half a month has passed, and the opponent has no intention of quitting the team. On the contrary, his originally lowered head, but he has raised it since when.

"Interesting guy!"

Not only Zhang Han felt it, but actually there are many people in the team who all felt it.

The most obvious example is that no one has ever said that the boy would quit the team. Not only that, the person who originally liked to mock him now does not start mocking mode.

It took not half a month to make those guys who mock people feel bored.

They are hard-working people, and they have no way to ridicule them.

After Zhang Han withdrew his gaze, he fell into deep thought.

He learned a lot from that first-grade junior.

This also reminded him of himself.

The other party’s goal is certain, and now he is moving towards the goal regardless of everything.

Even if he is not even a player from the Three Armies now, his body is shining with light.

That is the light of hard work, that is the light of pursuing goals, making efforts, and oozing sweat.

Where is him?

What kind of person does he want to be in the future?

Zhang Han's personality is a bit as he goes with the circumstances. Basically, what did the coaches of Kataoka Supervisor and the coaches ask him to do? He did it too.

Never thought of anything else.

Fortunately, both the Supervisor Kataoka and the coaches of the coaching staff are very professional, so Zhang Han made rapid progress and even became a well-known baseball star.

But what's next?

Should I continue my studies in the future or aim for professional baseball?

Should I be a pitcher? Or just a strong stick?

Because of his family, Zhang Han is more mature than his peers. But after all, he is just a teenager who has just turned sixteen. It is still early to consider the path he will take in his future life.

At least Zhang Han had never thought of such a profound thing before. His only obsession at the beginning was to work hard to make money and let himself and his family live a life no longer worry about money.

Now it seems that his goal has been achieved.

The school’s scholarships, coupled with some of his income from filming the cover, are enough for his expenses to subsidize his family income.

He himself is not a person who has supreme pursuit of material life.

So what's next?

What exactly do you want to do?

I still hope to play baseball!

Compared to continuing his studies, Zhang Han obviously hopes to take off in the world of baseball.

He has always pursued a strong stick, and he is unwilling to give up on pitching. Although it may be harder, Zhang Han still plans to practice pitching without delaying his baton practice.

No matter what his future achievements are, this is what he likes and is unwilling to give up.

After thinking it through, Zhang Han showed a relaxed expression on his face.

The study must continue.

Any exercise is a young meal. If you live 123, the remaining two-thirds of your life cannot only look back on the first 1/3 of your life, right?

If you continue your studies, you may be able to do more meaningful things in the future. However, compared to baseball, academic matters are destined to be second.

A person's energy is limited, and it is impossible to devote all his energy to it. Fortunately, there is not so much overlap between mental exercise and physical exercise.

I think even if it delays a little, it won’t delay too much.

Just as Zhang Han understood, Superintendent Kataoka sat next to him.

“Supervised?”

Zhang Han looked puzzled.

This supervisor is famously strict. He usually only sits in his own exclusive position and never goes to the area where the players stay behind the bus.

At this time, the friends on the bus watched helplessly, with curious expressions on their faces.

Supervisor Kataoka glanced over with a stern look, and the guys fled one by one.

They all turned back honestly and pretended not to see it.

That feeling, they all wanted to block their ears.

This time, Zhang Han became even more confused.

"Have you resumed pitching practice?"

"I listened to the doctor and took a break for two weeks. I started to resume practice the day before yesterday, but I didn't get much shot every time!"

Zhang Han said guiltily.

Without the consent of Supervisor Kataoka, he started practicing privately, which was unreasonable.

Fortunately, Superintendent Kataoka did not keep an eye on this matter.

"What is the speed of the ball? How does it feel to take the ball?"

Zhang Han felt his little heart beating.

If he can't tell what this means, he can buy two taels of tofu and kill himself.

"Although I haven't really practiced pitching, I've been doing other basic pitching exercises a while ago, including waving the arm. The ball speed should not have much impact!"

“Have you tested it?”

"There was no test, but Ono took it. In his words, the speed was not slow!"

Hiroshi Ono was Zhang Han’s teammate and partner in Matsuba before, and the two had a great personal relationship.

Now Ono has been promoted to the Second Army and is one of the main catchers of the Second Army.

"Where is the ball possession?"

"It's still a bit unstable, but it's okay to score a good goal."

Zhang Han's words are already very clear. Compared to winter training, he dare not say how much his strength has been enhanced, but he will never fall.

Superintendent Kataoka nodded and stood up.

Zhang Han's eyes were a little more gloomy.

Or, there is no chance...

"I don't need to do this game today. Have a good rest tonight and be ready to pitch tomorrow."

Zhang Han felt that his heart suddenly came alive.

He looked at Kaoka gratefully, but only saw Kaoka's tall back.
Chapter completed!