my girlfriend is bad lady

Chapter 297 297. The Last Summer (3)

"Miss Uchida."

"Yes!"

Mari Uchida looks very energetic in a baseball uniform and a white pleated skirt.

She stood in an open space and used a microphone to talk to the two hosts who didn't know where they were.

"It's said that you like baseball very much, don't you?"

"I like it very much! My dream is to marry a professional baseball player!"

"Oh——" the male host exclaimed, "Miss Uchida, I have served in a professional team before, and I am considered a baseball player. Do I have a chance?"

"This." Mari Uchida tilted his head pretentiously.

"What does it mean to be a baseball player!" the hostess laughed, "Uchida-chan, don't worry about this person."

"Yes, I understand." Uchida Mari responded simply.

"Hello—" the male host shouted a little unwillingly.

Uchida Mari laughed cheerfully, and the entire electronic screen was filled with her sweet smile.

"However," the hostess said, "A member of the on-site baseball team, Uchida-chan can consider it."

"Eh?" Uchida Mari was startled, with an exaggerated expression, "Is it okay?"

"Of course not!" The male host resolutely objected
"Well—" Pretending to ponder, Uchida Mari said briskly, "Sure enough, I should ignore you today."

"sorry!"

There was laughter at the scene.

After warming up, the hostess said, "It's time to kick off, please, Ms. Uchida, walk to the mound."

"It's good!"

Uchida Mari handed the microphone to the staff on one side, put on the gloves, took the ball, and walked up to the mound.

The gaze of 3 people made her smile so nervous that it seemed a little unnatural.

"Come on, Miss Uchida!" the male host shouted.

Mari Uchida raised his hand holding the ball high in a gesture of 'come on'.

Kamikawa's catcher squatted at the home plate, and the umpire stood behind the catcher in a dignified manner.

"Uchida-chan, let's start!"

Mari Uchida raised the ball over his head, then raised his legs.

The posture should have been practiced and is quite standard.

Struggling to throw it out.

From the pitching mound to the catcher's home plate is 18 meters.

For Uchida, who is only 155 centimeters tall and does not usually train, let alone accurately throwing into the catcher's mitt, the ball flies halfway, and then falls weakly.

The ball rolls on the ground towards the catcher.

Uchida Mari covered her mouth shyly, then smiled cheerfully.

"Thank you Miss Uchida! Haha!"

"The kick-off is over, the 104th Summer Koshien Tournament, the East Tokyo Finals, officially begins!"

"In the first half of the first game, Chiyoda-ku Mimatsu goes first! Shinjuku-ku Kamikawa defends!"

"The nine starters from Kamigawa have already entered the arena!"

"Kagawa's starting pitcher is indeed Yuki Uchida, a veteran who has played in Koshien for the third year. Last year, he also led Kamikawa to win Koshien tickets at Jingu Stadium, representing the [-]th district of East Tokyo to play in Koshien !"

"Well, they lost in the first round of Jiashiyuan last year. I don't know where they will go after a year of hard work."

"This year is Uchida's last year as a pitcher. He must have the greatest desire to win. Sansong, come on!"

"Samsung's first hitter is also in place!"

Uchida Yuki took a deep breath, staring forward, looking at the catcher.

Raise your legs and swing your arms.

The moment the ball goes out, the electronic screen shows the speed of the ball: 146km/h.

The batter misses the swing.

"A strike!" the referee shouted.

"With a ball speed of 146, Uchida is in good shape." The male host praised.

"Hmm!" said the hostess, "Last year Uchida set a personal record of 150 throws in the Koshien preliminaries and the main race. I don't know if this year's tenths can be broken."

"Second ball hit! But it's high, it's a fly! Kamikawa's fielder is in place!"

"I'm going to be picked up! Ah, I'm sure I've been picked up!"

"As expected of Uchida! This ball definitely counted! Sansong's first hitter seems too nervous!"

Sansong's first hitter exited, and the second hitter trotted onto the field with his bat in hand.

"Kamigawa!"

"come on!"

In a large area of ​​the auditorium, the word "Kamigawa" appeared, and the wind section blew a passionate marching song.

On the other side, the Sansong support team was also unwilling to be outdone, and the support came and went.

Cheerleaders stood in the aisle, waving colorful flowers.

Che Watanabe couldn't understand the VIP seats at all.

Why does the ball get hit and the batter who has reached first base gets himself out?
Kill?

Does it mean that the ball is caught by the opponent in the air, and the hitter is directly out?

Che Watanabe once thought that as long as he hits the ball very high and does not come down from the sky, the hitter can run from home plate to first base, second base, third base, and finally return to home plate to score a run.

It appears that the people who made the rules of baseball, also took this into account, and made restrictions on fly balls:

Regardless of whether the batter runs to first base, second base, or third base, as long as the ball is caught directly before it hits the ground, the batter is out.

For ordinary people, it may be difficult to catch a ball that falls from a high altitude, but for a baseball team that has been trained since childhood, as long as it does not make mistakes, it is almost certain to catch such a ball.

Baseball rules are much more complicated than normal sports.

Basketball into the basket, football into the goal, tennis over the net, these sports can be understood even by those who don't understand the rules.

Watanabe Che glanced to his left. Except for him and Kiyono Rin, the other three seemed to know baseball.

The two wives continued to communicate in low voices.

During this time, Uchida knocked out Mimatsu's second hitter.

"Two hitters from Sansong are out! The situation is dangerous. I don't know if Sansong can withstand the pressure!"

"Hit! It's a grounder! Can you hit base?"

The batted ball was caught by the second baseman and he threw it to Osamu Kuni, who was defending first base.

Osamu Kuni had to catch the ball before the third hitter touched the first base bag.

The moment the ball fell into Osamu Kunui's glove, the third hitter rushed to first base and touched it.

"Did it work?" the man asked expectantly.

"It seems that the ball is safe first! Successfully hit base!"

"Ah, the umpire said that Kuni, who was guarding first base, left his foot off the base in order to catch the ball! It was just that short! It's a pity!"

"Worthy of the three bats! The ability to hit the base steadily is very strong! This sentence Sansong still has a chance, come on!"

"Just look at Sansong's four bats now. If Sansong is eliminated directly, three hitters will be eliminated, and the offense and defense will be exchanged directly. The efforts of the three bats will be in vain!"

"As long as it is hard work, it will not be in vain! It is this spirit of hard work that makes baseball games exciting!"

"That's right. Okay, the hitter who managed to reach first base left the base bag a little bit, made a base-stealing pose, and interfered with Kamigawa's pitcher Uchida!"

It's a pity that Uchida is strong and confident enough to strike out four bats regardless of the three bats on first base.

In the first half of the first sentence, Sansong scored: zero.

The offense and defense were switched, and it was Sansong's turn to pitch, and Kamikawa hit the ball to attack.

"such a pity!"

"It's only the first inning. A baseball game, less than the bottom of the ninth inning. It's never over!"

While watching, Watanabe Che combined the words of the two commentators to slowly guess the baseball rules.

By the fifth inning, the air seemed to be distorted under the scorching sun, and the field was still in full swing, and the cheerleaders were non-stop.

Miki Yuki said to Shiryu recovering from her injury:
"In the name of the Human Observation Department, go and deliver some ice cubes and drinks to Kamikawa."

Jingliu nodded, and stepped back to leave the VIP seat.

"Is this buying people's hearts?" Watanabe Che asked.

"One sentence can make them grateful, from resentment of 'why the Human Observation Department does not participate in training' to 'of course the Human Observation Department does not need to participate in training', why not do it?" Miki Yuki said indifferently.

"Kanagawa is an elite private school, and getting along with classmates will be helpful for the future?" Watanabe Che looked at her.

"Even if they don't get along well, will they give up joining Yuki's company because they hate me? You think highly of them." Yuki Miki looked contemptuous.

"It makes sense." Watanabe Che nodded, "When they graduate, no matter what happens in the private school, they will all be proud that President Yuki is a classmate."

this is the truth.

"It's just in the name of the Human Observation Department, letting the Kiyono family take advantage of it." Mrs. Yuki looked at Mrs. Kiyono.

"It's really wonderful!" Mrs. Kiyono looked at the court with relish.

Beside her, Rin Kiyono yawned gracefully.

In the sixth game, Che Watanabe saw with binoculars that everyone in Shenchuan had eaten popsicles and covered their faces with ice cubes.

In the seventh inning, the recovering Kamikawa clearly surpassed Sansong in support.

However, Sansong deserves to be the team that won eight games in a row and entered the finals. It is far from being able to compare with Qingshan Private School, which was defeated by 21:0 and ended the game early.

At the end of the eighth inning, Shenchuan scored 5 points and Sansong scored 3 points.

"In the first half of the ninth inning, Sansong attacked!"

"There is still a chance, come on!"

"That being said, the chance is very small. At least two points will be scored in this round, and it is guaranteed that Kamigawa will not score in the second half of the ninth round."

"It doesn't matter if you get two points! After the second half, you can enter the extra game, the tenth inning! Look at the expressions of Sansong players, they are very focused, and no one gives up!"

"Everyone, please cheer for Sansong!"

"San Song, come on!" The 3 people shouted in unison, and it seemed that even the stadium trembled.

After eight innings, Uchida stood on the mound flushed, his baseball shirt drenched with sweat.

It is related to the quota of Koshien, it is related to all his efforts for three years, and it is related to all the people in Kamigawa who support the baseball club. Even if he is temporarily ahead, he is also nervous to the point of numbness because of the pressure.

In baseball, let alone a three-pointer, an eight-point deficit in the last inning has been reversed.

'no problem, no problem. Uchida breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as you shoot seriously and don't make mistakes, you can win the game." '

On the opposite side, Sansong kept adjusting the posture of holding the stick, occasionally twisting his neck.

Nobody wants to lose!
"San Song—!"

"come on--!"

Even in the dense crowd, even staring at the 35-degree heat, the Sansong cheerleaders never stop.

Amidst the sound of cheering, one stick adjusted his posture.

Uchida put his finger on the side of the ball.

Raise your legs and swing your arms!
The index finger and middle finger touch the ball line!

Concentrating all the energy on a stick, the ball with a speed of 143km/h seems to be slowing down.

The ball is spinning and the trajectory is sideways forward, it's a slider!It will finally fall!

nice shot?ball?
Want to fight?
Can you hit this low-to-the-ground ball?

No.

Don't worry!Don't worry!hold on!

In that split second, the ball, which was faster than a car driving on the highway, fell into the Kamikawa catcher's mitt.

Sansong hit a stick and didn't swing.

A brief silence.

"A bad ball!" the referee yelled.

A stick gasped for air as if its head had emerged from the surface of the water, and after two breaths, it sank to the bottom of the water again.

It's not over yet, it's still a disadvantage.

Never relax for a moment!

The nervousness made Sansong Yibang's stomach twitch, and his hands and feet were numb, but when he adjusted his posture, the sound of cheering, the scorching sun, and physical discomfort were all forgotten.

In his eyes, there is only the ball.

Uchida caught the catcher's throw back and took a deep breath.

He had dreamed of such a scene countless times—in the ninth inning, relying on his own pitch, amidst the cheers of teachers and students in the school, he simply struck out the opponent's batter and greeted the cheers of the audience.

but.

In such a situation, no cheers could be heard at all.

"As long as I can win, even if my arm is scrapped in Jiashiyuan, I am willing!"Just win! ' Uchida prayed in his heart.

With your fingers on the side of the ball, lift your leg.

The moment your feet hit the ground, pull your hands back and forth to form a horizontal line, like a drawn strong bow.

The moment the throw was made, the side of the middle finger moved the ball down!
A stick of concentration.

The ball flew over the catcher's head in what appeared to be a deliberate throw.

No, not right!

If the forward and backward movement is ignored, the ball seems to be spinning in place.

It's a curveball!
At the last moment, he will turn into the strike zone in an arc!
' Uchida's curveball ends up a little bit lower. ’ With the words of the coach in mind, come and think, swing the bat.

"boom!"

"Gone! The ball rolled out!"

As soon as the commentator's voice came out, Yibai had dropped his bat and rushed to first base.

The upper and lower teeth are clenched, and the blue veins in the neck are exposed.

"Hino!"

"Go on!"

Behind him are the cheers of the bench players, and in front of him is first baseman Kamigawa.

Staring at the opponent's first baseman, a little faster, a little faster, Hino rushed past first base.

The first baseman is still waiting for the ball to hit base...On base! !
"Keep running!"

Hino heard shouting.

"continue--!"

There was no time to think, no time to think whether it was Shen Chuan who made a mistake in catching the ball, or whether the ball was bouncing irregularly.

Believe in your teammates!

"Ah—" Hino roared and rushed to second base.

"Come on!!!" everyone in the audience shouted.

At this moment, Shen Chuan's left fielder finally caught the irregularly bouncing ball.

Twisting, raising arms, struggling, subconsciously wanting to throw it to Osamu Kuni.

"True wood!"

It was the voice of second base guard Yoshikawa.

Don't think about it, don't look at it, rely on memory and experience, rely on three years of tacit understanding, and throw it to second base!

Kamigawa second baseman Yoshikawa, with one foot in the second base bag, forgot everything else, stretched his body hard, and stretched out his gloved left hand.

'Catch it for me! '

Mitsumatsu's one-hit Hino, has already seen the ball appear in the field of vision.

Teeth were clenched, and the muscles on his face trembled.

Second base is up ahead!Jump on it!

"Crack!", the ball fell into Yoshikawa's glove.

At Yoshikawa's feet, Hino, who was carrying the summer Koshien dream of Mimatsu's private school, touched the base bag with his fingers.

Hino's body, because he couldn't control the speed, turned around the base pack as if being rushed into the distance by a flood.

But the base bag was like a life-saving pillar, no matter how his body was thrown out, his hands were still tightly attached to it.

The stadium is quiet.

Hino didn't even get up, just sprawled on the ground with his hands on the base bag.

Quiet.

The referee spread his arms and shouted:
"safe!"

As if a bomb had been detonated, the entire Jingu Stadium exploded with a "boom".

"San Song! San Song!" the audience shouted.

All the students of Sansong stood up excitedly.

"Hino!"

"San Song!"

The slogans have long been inconsistent, and everyone is venting their inner emotions.

"It's amazing! It's amazing! This is not giving up, this is youth, this is Jiashiyuan!" The commentator was very excited.

"In the ninth inning, the last inning, the last chance, Mimatsu hit Hino and hit second base!"

"The possibility of scoring is very high! Sansong, come on!"

Uchida on the mound looked at Mitsumatsu and Ichiba on second base.

This guy named Hino got up from the ground, put his hands on his knees, panted, and stared at the third base like a wolf.

'the last year!I will never lose!Never allow yourself to lose! ' Uchida caught the ball thrown by the second baseman, turned around, and looked at home plate.

There, Sansong's second bat, holding the bat, looked at him with the same gaze.

'Can't lose!Can't lose! '

The sun seemed to be pulled in at once, and the fierce sunlight directly sprinkled on the body.

Everything in front of my eyes began to blur.

"Uchida!"

"Uchida!"

Shen Chuan's team members immediately surrounded him.

"What's wrong? Contestant Uchida fainted suddenly!" the commentator said nervously.

"Heat stroke? I got the news that contestant Uchida has suffered from heat stroke!"

"Ah——now, what about Kamikawa? The crucial final game! The dream of Koshien! A year of hard work!"

Uchida was carried back to the coach's bench and put on ice.

Everyone in the coaching bench was worried, not only Uchida's body, but also the next game.

"Aihara, you go." The coach looked calm.

"Coach, me." The reliever surnamed Aihara hesitated.

"You have no confidence!" the coach roared.

"." Not only Aihara, everyone was worried.

There are many hitters in this team, but only Uchida is a good pitcher.

He has worked hard in Shenchuan for three years, and everyone has full confidence in him.

as for the reliever
The coach looked around the crowd: "We are still ahead, so what if we are overtaken by them? In the second half, can't we overtake and come back? Cheer me up! Let go and fight!"

"Yes!" the crowd shouted.

"Hirata!"

"Yes!" cried the catcher.

"Shouting slogans!"

"Yes!"

The original eight starters, plus Uchida's substitute, Aihara, formed a circle with their shoulders hooked.

The camera lens is aligned, and 3 people look at them.

"Who doesn't have holidays and weekends?" Hirata yelled.

"We!" The eight team members got up and shouted.

"What time do you start training in the morning?"

"Six o'clock!"

"What time do you go back?"

"Until you can't swing the bat!"

"How long will it last?"

"Enrollment begins! Until today!"

"Who bears the honor of Kamigawa?"

"us!"

"What should be done?"

"Win!"

"Win!" Aihara shouted again.

"Win!" The baseball team and everyone in Kamigawa shouted in unison.

As soon as the camera turned, on the other side, Sansong private school.

Baseball players folded hands.

"The more desperate it is!" the captain roared.

"The more you don't give up!" the team members roared.

"Ah—" Sansong Private School yelled in unison, pressing down hard with folded hands.

Put on the helmet, fasten the gloves, grab the bat, and the two sides are back on the field again.

Game, go on.

ps: Thank you [Taoist Xu Zi] for being the 58th leader of this book.

(End of this chapter)