One person is out, and there are three bases.

Next, the one who stood in the attack area was Eijun Sawamura.

This time, Sawamura stood in the strike zone and no longer shouted like before.

He looks very cautious.

Zhang Han subconsciously frowned.

Could it be that this little guy has learned to respect the competition in just a short time?

Even if a person grows up, he will not grow so fast, right? It would be fine if his football skills have improved. Will there be such a big change in his entire personality?

Zhang Han didn't know that at this time, Sawamura was already in anger.

Before he went on the court to attack, the coach with a mustache actually made him, the fourth baseball team of Akagi Middle School, use short-distance?

It's really tolerant, but who can't bear it?

Although I was very angry, I was very excited to swing my baton with all my might and knock Senior Zhang Han's pitch to fly away.

But this time, Sawamura was not willful.

He was punished by Kataoka for three weeks of running, although Eijun Sawamura's overall personality seems to have not changed at all.

But he still learned one thing.

That is obedience.

Especially when facing an object you are unable to compete with, compromise may not be the easiest way to solve the problem.

Sawamura pouted, and a water bottle could be hung on his mouth.

Despite his extreme dissatisfaction, he still made a preview strike.

Under such a situation, the freshmen are eager to recover a point, but the old people understand.

What happened to Kozawamura?

This guy is not even standard in swinging his baton, and he actually wants to use a touch?

Still want to play senior Zhang Han’s ball short?

What a joke...

Even now, senior Zhang Han's straight ball speed is more than 145 kilometers.

With such a fast ball, even if the player from another army is replaced, it will be very difficult to hit.

In the entire freshman team, I was confident of hitting the ball and hitting the ball on the court.

There will be no more than three people...

No matter how you look at these three people, Eijun Sawamura, doesn’t you?

Even they can only guarantee that the ball will be touched into the court, and they do not guarantee that the ball will not turn into high flying, or simply fall into the pitcher's gloves.

"Are you crazy about getting points?"

"This is too messy..."

"Is there any explanation? Zhang Hanqiu is so fast, don't hit him..."

In just a short time, Sawamura has won the favor of many people. These people are very concerned when they see Sawamura using short strokes.

"It might be a scam, right?"

At this time, someone put forward a different view.

This view has been denied by almost everyone.

"No, how could that guy have that brain?"

In addition to Sawamura's talent and passion, he also has another characteristic that has also been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

That's stupid...

Even the old alumni who like him very much know that the kid they like doesn't seem to have high IQ and EQ.

A foolish head and mind.

Sawamura straightened his waist in dissatisfaction: "Look at it carefully, this genius is omnipotent."

"Everything can be done? Was he struck out twice before?"

"Don't mention black history!"

Even if Sawamura is thick-skinned, he still feels unhappy when he is criticized in person.

He retorted angrily.

"What are you going to do in the game?"

Many black lines appeared on the forehead of the referee Kataoka.

His previous good impression of Sawamura was cleared again. If this guy continues to silly criticize the audience, Kataoka will let him go directly.

Sawamura was punished to run for three weeks and finally learned to be honest and low-key.

He didn't dare to talk back to Kataoka and continued to act in a short stance.

Zhang Han used his eyes to signal his friends around him and asked Yisanzu to move forward.

Then he shot a goal.

The opponent wants to use a short shot, regardless of whether it is true or not, Zhang Han plans to greet him with a straight ball.

"Swoosh!"

A small white ball whizzed out and threw directly towards Sawamura.

The fast ball that is approaching 150 kilometers is very fast even if the bystanders look at it from the side.

How difficult is it to touch such a ball with a bat on the front?

Even players who have undergone formal training may not be able to do it. Not to mention Sawamura, who has not received any formal training before.

This ball is ready!

Just when most people on the scene were thinking this way, they suddenly saw a very incredible scene.

That Sawamura, that silly guy, actually touched the ball with a bat.

"Table!"

The ball that was touched did not roll towards first base nor towards third base.

Instead, he rolled over to the pitcher.

In this way, the first and third basemen who were moving forward were far away from the ball.

When they run over and pick up the ball and pass it to the home base, it will take at least three or four seconds.

With this time, Xiao Minakurashi will definitely return to home base.

This was when he didn't start early. In fact, while Zhang Han pitched, Xiaocuichun City started running non-stop.

He ran all the way, running towards the home base.

Zhang Han pitched the ball, the ball flew to the home plate, and was touched by Sawamura again...

More than a second has passed, and Xiaocuichun City has already run halfway through.

All the old alumni who saw this scene clearly felt like they were injected with chicken blood in an instant, and they felt like they were about to fly.

"This cooperation is amazing..."

"It's simply a classic textbook that forced scores."

"Are you blind? Didn't you see that guy's short stroke..."

Of course, they all saw the short-strike, but because of seeing it, they couldn't believe it even more.

Did the short fight just now really come up with the stupid Sawamura?

This is too clever.

Angle, force, speed.

All imperfect and impeccable.

No matter how you look at it, it has been a long time since the ball is passed back to home plate.

If Xiao Minukurashi is allowed to return to home base smoothly.

"Bang..."

Just after Sawamura thought that although he was frustrated, his goal had been achieved.

What he didn't expect was that the ball he touched was actually copied.

After the man picked up the ball with his gloves, he didn't even change hands and threw it up directly.

The baseball flew out of the glove and landed in Chris' glove.
To be continued...