The twenty players from Yijun were ready. The players who were originally studying in the team had also moved into the dormitory.

Zhang Han and the others, as handsome men's dormitories, have strict requirements on the appearance of boys entering their dormitory.

In the end, they chose one of the five players with good looks, which was relatively pleasing to the eye.

That guy was almost happy when he entered the handsome guy's dormitory.

Although he had no hope of entering the First Army, he was recognized in other aspects to be able to enter the handsome men's dormitory.

The young man was so excited.

Zhang Han was very suspicious. Even if he was promoted to the First Army, he would not be so happy.

It is of course a happy thing to be able to enter the First Army and participate in the accommodation together.

But the premise is that you must have enough strength. If you don’t have enough strength, you will be a joke if you barely promote you to that position.

"Is the list going to be announced?"

"After training today, I should say it."

Anyone who has the chance to enter the First Army before the Summer Competition will soon be revealed.

People are so excited.

Except for the few who were likely to enter, they were extremely nervous. Most players, whether they were from the first army or did not enter the first army, were very excited.

In addition, there is another thing that also touches everyone's hearts.

That is Zhang Han’s exercises on dynamic vision.

This is his fourth day of practice. If there is no obvious effect, the coaching staff’s advice is to give up!

Don’t affect Zhang Han’s existing pitching and strike rhythm because of this ability that has not yet appeared.

Supervisor Kataoka, Coach Luohe, and the two giants of the team, watch Zhang Han's practice together.

"how are you feeling?"

Before watching the exercise, they first sought Zhang Han’s opinion.

After all, the next arrangements are not only related to the team, but also to Zhang Han himself.

Zhang Han even has a say in the arrangement of this matter.

"I can see the trajectory of the baseball, but it's too difficult to see the words written on the ball."

So far, Zhang Han has succeeded once in total.

He didn't think that he could see it completely clearly in one day.

Superintendent Kataoka nodded.

There is no need to give too many advice to players like Zhang Han.

He will try his best to run forward.

In this case, as a supervisor, you only need to regulate the general direction for him.

Tojo was a little nervous when facing the two giants of the team. Fortunately, they have done it many times in the past few days and are already familiar with everything.

When he really started practicing, his hands were still very stable.

The two of them set apart, almost ten meters away.

Tojo took a small stick, hung the ball, and shook it back and forth.

When they saw this scene, Superintendent Kataoka and Coach Yagami looked at each other in surprise.

Luohe took the lead in breaking the practice.

While touching the mustache on his chin, he asked Zhang Han seriously.

"That's how you practice?"

Zhang Han nodded.

This is how you practice.

"Stop."

Hearing coach Luohe's instructions, Tojo fixed the ball.

Luo He narrowed his eyes and could only see the small white ball, and nothing else was seen.

"Does there be words on that little ball?"

"Yes, I have!"

Zhang Han was very surprised. He pointed with his finger: "Isn't that 3?"

Luo He didn't believe it, and waited until he got closer, he saw the center of the baseball, which was about an Arabic numeral the size of his fingers.

And it's cyan.

3!

"You guys practice a ghost?"

Even though I saw the numbers on baseball with my own eyes, it still felt very incredible.

It's a distance of nearly 10 meters, and it's a light-colored number, and the number is so small?

Who can see this?

To be honest, Zhang Han can see clearly the numbers on the baseball when the ball is still, and it feels very incredible that it falls and closes.

The vision chart that is five meters away is also black on white, and there are very few people who can see the last two rows.

Zhang Han's vision, looking at the small characters in the bottom row, is like playing.

But no matter how good your vision is, there is a limit.

It is nearly ten meters away, and it is already very difficult to see such a small word.

Not to mention that baseball is still in sports.

"You can get closer and try changing the ball."

Tojo took a few steps forward very obediently, and about five or six meters away from Zhang Han, he started to sway back and forth with the ball hanging back and forth again.

"Can you see the words on baseball clearly now?"

Isn't that nonsense?

How could it be impossible to see it when it is so close?

Zhang Han rolled his eyes impatiently.
Chapter completed!