I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 75 Tickets
"Snapped!"

A flash of white light flashed, and the baseball went straight into the palm of the catcher Kobayashi Shuji, while the batter Osaki was determined, but still froze.

"nice shot."

The referee on the court started counting. If there were three strikes, Shinobu Osaki would be replaced. If three players were replaced in a row, this half of the inning would be over.

this speed?Is it too exaggerated?
Osaki Nobusaka, who was originally the first to play instead of being the fourth to guarantee a score, was to give Hachioji High School a big blow. Unexpectedly, he felt the pressure after the first goal.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and the arrogant words before the game made Osaki Shinsou blush a little at this moment.

This kid's ball speed is actually 155km per hour. There are not many ace pitchers who can throw such a ball speed in Japanese professional baseball!
The coach of Hirano High School on the sidelines opened his mouth in surprise, and the game continued.

With three strikeouts in each inning, opponents can keep a clean sheet. After nine innings in a game, if there are no mistakes, there will be a total of ninety-nine and 81 balls. No matter how weak the teammates are, they can win as long as they score one or two points.

Fujii, who had regained his baseball, secretly calculated in his heart that as a pitcher, he generally does not need to hit the ball hard in the position of the batter in the rotation. If he only throws a high-speed ball of about 150 kilometers a hundred times, his body will be completely damaged. acceptable.

Holding his hands in front of his chest, Fujii stretched his body, raised one leg high, and took a step forward.

"Whoosh-!"

The baseball flew out like an arrow from the string, and Osaki Shinsou's eyes sank as he waved the baseball bat in his hand.

The dull collision sound still came from behind, Osaki Shinsada's baseball bat was a step late, and did not touch Fujii's second ball.

"nice shot."

The referee behind the catcher Shuji Kobayashi announced the result decisively. Osaki Shinsaka's face became a little dignified. If there is another strike, he will be struck out.

Give at least one hit!

Nobuo Osaki clenched the baseball bat in his hand tightly, and as the number one strong bat was struck out, where would he put his face.

The so-called hit means that after the hitter hits a ball, he runs safely to the base bag, so that the ball hit by the hitter is generally not too far away, which is considered a regular and guaranteed scoring method.

Go down and rest obediently.

Fujii noticed the reluctance in Osaki Shinsada's eyes, but it didn't help him. He changed to a new project. If he couldn't make a name for himself, how could he be worthy of the promised Qiyuan.

On the third ball, he added a little more force, and aimed lower. He stretched his body and threw the baseball. He only heard the sound of the baseball bat being swung in the air, accompanied by the expected slam of the glove.

"Three strikes, next."

The referee mercilessly judged the result, and Osaki Nobudou, who had lost the last chance, left the field with his head down, obviously not reconciled.

"nice shot."

"nice shot."

"Three strikes, next."

The performance of the other hitter was not very good either. In front of a high-speed straight ball of about 150 kilometers, Hirano High School hitters either had no time to swing their bats, or couldn't see the route of the baseball clearly. They just couldn't hit Fujii with blind swings. of the ball.

And when three consecutive hitters were struck out by Fujii, the offense and defense switched, and the first round of Hachioji High School did not score.

Therefore, in such a scene of mutual torture, it was not until the second half of the fifth inning that Harada Toru scored two points through several consecutive hits, but the point difference in the game was obviously not enough. The referee ended the game early and continued to vote until the end of the ninth inning. , it was announced that Hirano High School had failed, and the final score was 4-0.

"What monster is this?"

"It actually blocked us."

"Isn't it good to play professional baseball? You have to come here to bully high school students."

The baseball players of Hirano High School complained to each other unhappily. If they were a little stronger, they would still be interesting to challenge. It will be good.

The culprit on the side, Fujii, didn't think so. Even throwing the high-speed ball nearly a hundred times, his physical burden was not small. Hachioji High's line was too weak, and he didn't even have the ability to end the game early.

After stretching his muscles left and right, Fujii took off his baseball cap and left the field. The applause from the audience on the sidelines was better than nothing as a small reward for his performance.

"Are you only using straight balls that rely solely on your body? Is the opponent too weak?"

Coach Mizutani of Hachioji High School crossed his hands and hugged his chest. He had seen Fujii perform OK balls and finger balls during training, especially the finger balls known as magic balls. Sudden change of speed, once it is successfully used, it is impossible for high school hitters to defend against it.

After the victory in the first round of the competition, Fujii ushered in the summer vacation. From mid-July to early September, students in the island country have a holiday. Koshien became famous during the summer vacation. High school students all over the country yearn to be broadcast on TV. The Koshien was a hit, and as the most noticeable student movement in the summer vacation, he participated in it.

In the last five rounds of the local competition, Fujii still used straight balls to help the team overcome difficulties, but the speed increased from 150 kilometers per hour to 160 kilometers per hour. After defeating the last opponent, he finally won the Koshien championship before August. tickets.

After throwing nearly a hundred balls in a row, Fujii's palms trembled slightly. He, who brought the Hachioji baseball team to this point by himself, walked off the field silently, enjoying the applause of thousands of spectators all the way. His performance during this period made people like People who saw Lone Hero stepped up their support.

"Stop pushing yourself like this again."

In the exit passage, Coach Mizutani was waiting for him to pass by, and reminded Fujii.

"Six games, with an average of more than [-] shots per game. Counting the turnovers, you shot almost [-] shots."

As a coach, Coach Mizutani analyzes from a professional perspective.

"Your body, it's okay to stop and cultivate now. When you get to Koshien and face stronger hitters, you will be forced to play faster balls, and at least five hundred balls. Your body will not be able to stand such a high ball. Intensive exercise."

But I have cheat codes.

Fujii's body was only temporarily out of strength, not to the point where it was fundamentally injured, but obviously he couldn't tell Coach Mizutani about the cheating on his body.

"Coach, I want to try, where is my limit, and there are some skills that I haven't displayed yet."

He made an excuse, the fun that baseball brings to him is not as strong as football, but once he chooses something, he will not give up halfway, hoping that the enemies of Koshien can bring him something different.

He left alone, leaving behind a lonely figure. Coach Mizutani sighed and shook his head.

　Baseball feels that I can’t write about the enthusiasm for football. I plan to write a few games in Koshien and end it. I don’t need to count the words in the previous transition. Maybe it’s because of the new crown. I’ve been depressed recently, and my writing level is also low. It's going down badly, and I hope it gets better soon.

　　
　
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