A person walked out of the crowd, with starry eyebrows, a sharp figure, and a very handsome guy.

It's Yi Cheng, who is in the second year of high school.

Lester looked up and looked at it. He was just a joke to let it go, but when he touched Yi Cheng's sharp gaze, he clamped the ball back in his hand.

"Try it, I won't let it go."

"Who wants you to let the water go?"

Yi Cheng walked up and tapped the baseball with his hands.

Lester's expression froze slightly, and he immediately felt the force coming from above.

As if it was tightly clamped by a vise, the white ball was firmly pulled into Yi Cheng's hand.

"come on!"

"come on!"

The players on both sides cheered them up.

Yi Cheng probably has a certain judgment on Leicester. This person's finger grip is indeed quite strong, but it should be worse than him.

He steadily held the baseball and pulled it in front of him.

At the same time, you can see that on Leicester's forehead, blue veins burst out and his neck was swelling red.

In other words, Yi Cheng hadn't had much effort yet, and Lester almost used all his strength.

Immediately afterwards, Yi Cheng smiled slightly and pulled the baseball out of Leicester's hand.

"Oye!!"

Seeing this scene, the Chinese team members cheered.

The expressions of American high school students became a little ugly.

"Each person has his own victory or defeat, it's not a shame for him, right?" Yi Cheng smiled at them.

Lester nodded unwillingly with a strong face.

Behind him, Connor of the United States pinched his fingers and made a crackling sound.

"I'll compete with you once."

The pitcher's figure is really amazing.

Yi Cheng raised his head and was shorter than him, which means Connor was at least 1.95 meters above.

The strength is proportional to height, and the taller the pitcher is obviously stronger.

This is the same as a boxing match that requires a kilogram level.

Yicheng and Leicester are about the same height, and the competition just now is actually fair.

But now Connard proposed to compete a bit too much.

Yi Cheng is not stupid, he hasn't thought of actually kicking the steel plate yet.

"What's the point of comparing power? If you want to compare, I have a suggestion." Yi Cheng raised his chin, "Look at whether you dare to respond."

...

Soon a household floor-standing electric fan was mounted to the site wall.

On the wall, where the electric fan was corresponding to the electric fan, Yicheng drew a rectangle with chalk.

"This rectangle is a good ball belt, and the length and width should be about the same."

After drawing, Yi Cheng turned around and explained to the players of both the United States and China, "There are 5 blades in total, and the distance between the two blades is very small, which is about half a body wider than a baseball."

Yi Cheng took off the outer cover and fixed the front rotor to prevent the leaves inside the cover from flying out due to lack of the cover.

After dismantling, this household electric fan is like the smaller bare leaf electric fan used in the classroom.

"We'll see who can throw the ball into the good strap behind and not be hit by the blade."

After he explained, everyone understood—

Electric fans are divided into 1 to 5 gears. The higher the gear, the faster the rotation, the more difficult it is to penetrate.

However, even the first-speed electric fan rotates very quickly, and the turbulence caused by the electric fan will also disrupt the trajectory of the baseball flight, such as passing through the fan blade is not an easy task.

"Ah! You can think of it."

Ai Leyan pulled Yicheng aside and covered her mouth with gloves, "This is not a way for people to think of to practice pitching, right?"

"You're so proud of me." Yi Cheng whispered in her ear, "I'm just watching the God of Gambling movie recently."

"Mom..."

Ailean squeezed his eyebrows and leaned closer to his ear, "Then you are sure you won't rub the blade and throw it to the back, right?"

"I haven't tried it, how do I know?"

"Ha?!" Ai Leyan looked at Yi Cheng with incredible eyes.

...

Yi Cheng has indeed never tried it. He only had the energy to use stones to make electric fans when he was a child, and he did pass through them without touching the fan blade.

This challenge is very, very difficult.

It requires not only the accuracy of the ball, but also enough balls, otherwise there is a high probability that it will be swept through the gaps in the blades.

In this case, it is impossible to shoot a change ball, so you can only rely on a straight ball.

"If you find it difficult, you can also quit. Just think that I just proposed it as a joke." Yi Cheng's mouth raised slightly, which is called treating the person with his own way.

The members of the US team looked at each other, and since they accepted the challenge, they were not afraid.

They had no idea that Yi Cheng himself had never tried it, and this proposal was just a sudden idea.

After seeing Yi Cheng’s finger strength just now, the American players still have a high degree of trust in what he says.

"There is no reason why we can't?"

After the American players concluded, they thought they had to try it at least.

In theory, Yi Cheng’s proposal is feasible. If you have a gear of electric fan, you can pass through it as long as the ball is fast enough and the accuracy is high enough.

Leicester is the first to challenge.

The electric fan is turned on to 1st gear and it is not fast. The naked eye can tell the degree of 5 fan blades.

He stood outside the line (the line was marked after Yi Cheng just measured it, and the distance between the pitching board and the home plate was about 17.5 meters)

If you try to prevent the ball from falling, not only should the ball be fast, but the ball also rotates very high.

Lester narrowed his eyes and glanced for a while, feeling quite nervous.

The electric fan pitching is more nervous than any of his previous games.

Lester took two deep breaths, then quickly raised his legs and swung his arms.

boom!

A white light flew out of his hand and galloped towards the rotating electric fan.

Pick.

The electric fan fell to the ground in response.

At the same time, the white ball deviates upwards and pops up high, hitting a very long distance from the rectangular line behind.

Damn...

Everyone opened their mouths in surprise.

Is this too difficult?

Leicester's ball was already very fast just now, and according to Yi Cheng's estimate, it is at least 155 or above.

The accuracy is a little bit worse.

Lester lowered his head in a little annoyed and reorganized his hat.

Fortunately, the electric fan is of good quality and has not been damaged after being hit. However, one of the blades has a shallow mark, which is obviously where the ball just hit.

After re-held the electric fan, Leicester continued the challenge of the second goal.

"Bang!"

Unfortunately, this time I was blocked again.

Immediately afterwards, several pitchers from the United States tried to make a try. Except for Connord, who had made a great miracle, almost succeeded, everyone else lost to the electric fan.

“fu…!”

Connard obviously had some irritability.

Everyone fell into silence.

All the people present are among the best high school baseball players in the two countries, but after witnessing all this, everyone couldn't help but think of a question-

Is this really something that people can do when Yi Cheng said about penetrating electric fans?

It was at this moment that everyone focused their attention on Yi Cheng.

"Hmm?" Yi Cheng blinked.
Chapter completed!