Carlos has no time to worry anymore, 'On Base, absolutely On Base, at least score one point first and drag the game into an extra round. '
The pitcher on the opposite side turned sideways again, and the batter also tensed up all the muscles in his body. This pitcher would never throw to a good place. He maintained the speed of the ball and had precise control of the ball. The balls he threw were almost always in the corners. But that's okay. Choose one of the two, either the inside corner or the outside corner.
Carlos decided to swing the bat this time. He almost understood the pitching rhythm of the opponent's pitcher, but he still needed to actually hit it.
The ball was thrown very hard. Pitchers don't care about their own image when they throw the ball with all their strength, so the expressions in the photos are usually not so calm. Everything is as usual, and the batter swings the bat according to the rhythm he has adapted to.
The ball was in the air, spinning fast, fast... quick...
'No', Carlos used greater strength to stop the inertia of his progress, 'It's not a straight ball! '
The speed of the ball was wrong. It was no different from an ordinary straight ball when it was released. However, halfway through the ball, the speed of the ball dropped significantly, and then it fell downwards with the entire ball. As if seeing a catcher's mitt, it turned in front of Home Plate and ran towards the inside corner of the batter.
"Good ball!" The batter was halfway through his swing.
"How is this possible?!" Carlos felt unbelievable and spoke his mind. He was echoed by the catcher Home Plate. There was a bit of impatientness in his tone, "Yes, it is Ming's Changeup, but it was thrown from a right-hand pitcher. It's amazing, isn't it?"
"Bump--" Daomi's Dugout, Narumiya Mei hit the railing hard, and looked at the Kōshū in the field who had just cast a provocative look, "That guy did it on purpose! Damn it, how can we fix it! This bastard just showed off his power to me on Pitcher's Mound!"
"Ming," catcher Harada held down his pitcher and spoke in a very low tone, implying a warning, "Calm down, the team still needs your arm. Don't get hurt because of willfulness at this time, give me your hand."
Kōshū was facing the third base Dugout. He could sense the movements on Inomi's side with his peripheral vision. Of course, he also noticed that Narumiya Mei was getting angry over there. "I really didn't mean it this time. Changeup, if you can throw it, of course I can also throw it. You still throw Four-Seam Fastball. This was not my intention." '
But if I beat you and make you cry, then I'm sorry, I did it on purpose!
On the next pitch, Kōshū stared at the inside corner of the batter. The batter looked aggressive and didn't know that behind him, the catcher was gesturing on his chest.
He stepped out suddenly, aiming straight ahead, and his fingertips were in very good condition.
Carlos felt a white light piercing his chest, and the wind pressure caused him to choke, "I couldn't swing the bat. This must be the last time I hit the mat, and I couldn't swing the bat." '
"Batter's out!"
Rather than thinking about the power of that ball, what makes Carlos suffocate even more is that when returning from the right Batter's Box to Dugout, he needs to turn around. "Why didn't I swing the bat just now? I hesitated for a moment, or there is still the shadow of that Changeup in my mind. It's really shameful." '
"What are you doing, Carlos! Why don't you swing the bat and blow him up!" Ming had already leaned out of the railing and shouted at his teammates who were bowing their heads and coming back.
Carlos passed by Shirakawa and said only one thing, "Don't be affected by the strategy of Pitching Strategy, who was the last one to beat the crowd. It was very cunning for hunting."
"Well," Shirakawa nodded, "In Carlos's round, Seido used a thorough attack on the inside corner. This seemingly thorough strategy actually affects the next hitter's thinking. However, it really makes people care about that Inside Corner Ball!" '
Whether to use the inside corner offense or switch to other methods, Shirakawa thought about it and decided to leave everything to his sense of the ball. Hit the ball when it comes. It's as simple as that. That's why he hates Miyuki so much. He is cunning and cunning, and he is a completely different type of catcher than senior Chris.
Miyuki glanced at Shirakawa who was standing on Batter's Box, with no hesitation on his face and no offensive smell on his body, 'Yoshi, this hitter will take action when he waits for the ball he wants. In that case, use your best trick and let him out. '
The first ball should avoid the batter's edge. As the saying goes, One Breath, One Push will fail again and again. The batter who is full of attacking desire is waiting for Inside Corner Ball to face off, so he will not pitch to you.
Shirakawa was on the field for the fourth time and had already faced Seido three pitchers. Everyone pitched at a different rhythm. This feeling was really unpleasant, like a cup that had just been warmed was taken away from his arms and replaced with a cold one.
The ball came, and as the bat moved, the destination of the ball became clear, 'Damn it, it's Outside Corner Ball, we must hit it! '
But the swing of the bat was a little late, hitting only the lower edge, and the baseball bounced off home plate to Foul Ball.
"Foul Ball!"
'So heavy! 'Shirakawa retracted the bat and carried it on his shoulders to offset the tremor caused by hitting the ball. 'Sure enough, this person relies on the ultra-high rotation speed to make the ball speed come out of Pitcher's Mound without dropping much. Therefore, the quality of the ball is very heavy, and high rotation speed will also make it difficult to hit the ball. '
I grasped the bat again, and the numbness in my fingertips had disappeared. Shirakawa's desire to attack has not disappeared, but has become stronger. 'On Base, we must On Base, we must score in this game, otherwise we can only rely on the three Central Batting Lineup! '
The originally chaotic Daoshi Dugout also became quiet at this time. A bad premonition had already hit them, just like seeing the derailed train about to hit the mountain in front. Everyone on the station Batter's Box was working hard and rushed to the train cab, hoping to stop it all before it actually hit the mountain.
"Good shot!"
The sounds from the venue echoed in his ears. Narumiya Mei in Dugout no longer whirred. There were crescent marks dug out by fingernails in his clenched hands. Unrelievable emotions were stagnate in his chest.
Last year, in the third round of Koshien, the process came to an end. Narumiya Mei was only one good ball away from winning the victory, but he happened to be happy there in advance, and his hand was not accurate. Wild Pitch, the runner on base rushed back to home plate, and Inami's Koshien journey ended like this. "Last year, it was because of my Wild Pitch that the team failed to survive the third round." '
"Touch——"
"Foul Ball!" Shirakawa is still struggling. He seems to have adapted to the rhythm of the straight ball.
But Narumiya Mei stopped listening, 'This year, is it possible that I will stop here again because of my opening Four Balls Walk?! '
"Good shot!"
When everyone in Daoshi heard "Three Outs, Change Sides", they all looked bad.
"Ming," Harada stood in front of the ace with his head lowered, "It's time to play."
"Hi." Narumiya Mei raised his head in the face of the catcher's worried expression, his face showing determination that had experienced reflection, "Let's go."
Hehehe, it's finally a holiday!!
I was contacted today, and there were only three people left in the department. At noon, the three of us used the meal code for 7 people and ordered a table of dishes. It was so cool. The remaining three people forgot to cancel their orders. Yesterday, I reminded them specifically. There was no way. Anyway, the aunt threw them away when they left the company, so I had to take their meals home. Hi, they have enough food for two days!
After taking a nap at noon, I continued to eat melon seeds with my colleagues. I knocked off half of a box of melon seeds. Later, I decided to go for a walk downstairs. I walked until 3:30, and when I came back, there was no one in the center, so we ran away immediately.
[Today's work summary: Silver pigeon melon seeds are more delicious than Chacha's]