"How do you choose?"

Chris, Zhang Han, Jinmaru, including the Kataoka Supervisor who just arrived.

Everyone was worried about Sawamura.

This is undoubtedly a difficult test for a newcomer.

It can be seen that Sawamura felt the pressure of the test. From the time he returned to the pitching mound, he stopped talking. He kept staring at the strike area and showed a desperate attitude.

He was very imposing, but he could also see that he was really nervous.

Just as everyone was watching, Eijun Sawamura used all his strength and threw the baseball in his hand hard.

"call out!"

The white baseball instantly flew over ten meters of space and appeared in front of the hitter.

Because of the smooth pitching movement, the ball flies very quickly.

However, in Zhang Han's eyes, Eijun Sawamura was ready to pitch.

He had already clearly reached Eijun Sawamura, every move.

All the movements were so clear that he could see clearly that when the baseball flew out, it was exactly the same as Zhang Han expected.

Here comes!

In Zhang Han's eyes, the baseball seemed to be imposed with magic, and it became slower and slower as it flew in.

Let Zhang Han clearly see the patterns and trajectories of the baseball body and the direction of rotation.

"Are you presbyopia?"

The sudden magical feeling made Zhang Han feel so uncomfortable that he could not judge the good time as before.

Fortunately, this was a straight ball, so he didn't have to keep chasing him. When the baseball was about to fly to his hand, Zhang Han had already closed his eyes.

The baseball seemed to form a straight trajectory in his mind.

What Zhang Han described was exactly this trajectory.

Good to come!

After calculating the time when the baseball arrived, Zhang Han waved the bat in his hand with all his strength.

"Table!"
Chapter completed!