"How's it going?" Miyuki asked, his eyes involuntarily staring at the pitcher on the opposite side, afraid of missing any fluctuation in his expression.
"Absolutely." As he said that, he pushed the catcher a little further. This game was really torturous. I was afraid that if he didn't make the pitcher fall down, he would make the catcher miserable first.
After a short exchange, the game resumed. Kyoma University's third bat was a person who was particularly good at ball selection. In the last round, he hit Tanba's straight ball hard. At this time, he was more cautious. This pitcher's control of the ball was very precise, and the good and bad balls he threw were very ambiguous.
'The position is not close to the inner corner. Are you afraid of Kōshū's Inside Corner Ball? 'Miyuki looked at the batter and made the first Signals.
The catcher's mitt checked on the outside corner, Kōshū nodded, and the runner on second base took a slight step to the right and immediately came back.
Miyuki frowned. He felt that the action of the runner on the base was a bit familiar. It seemed that it was the same when there was someone on second base in the last inning.
However, there was no time to think deeply at this time. Kōshū had already thrown the ball. In the three innings, he stole bases crazily between the bases, and the rapid acceleration and emergency stops made the back of his calf a little painful. But that kind of pain was just superficial to the skin. As a sports student who has been wrestling for so many years, Kōshū has already trained his pain resistance, so it did not affect the quality of the ball at all.
A straight ball from the outside corner just happened to hit the sideline of Strike Zone. Kōshū's fingertips were still sensitive. As soon as the ball was released, he felt "there". The batter stood so far away and there was no time to extend the bat at such a position in the outside corner. Even if it hit the ball, it would only hit the head of the bat, making it an infield fly ball.
But out of the corner of his eye, the third batter stepped inward without hesitation as soon as the ball was released. The distance that was originally out of reach became possible because of this step.
Miyuki's bad feeling came true, 'Are these guys stealing Signals?? '
"Bang--" The three sticks hit the ball firmly. Before I could feel happy, I felt that the bat was sucked into the mud-filled swamp. "It's really heavy!" '
The bat was released and the ball flew backwards to the right field. Because Kōshū's ball was very heavy, most hitters could not hit the center of the ball. Even if they hit the center of the ball, it would be difficult to hit it far. Therefore, Shirazu guarded very shallowly, and the ball landed one step away from him.
"First base!" Miyuki looked at the runner who stepped over the third base bag and headed towards home plate, and yelled to remind Shirazu.
"Safe!" came the sound of sliding from behind.
Meanwhile at first base, "Safe!"
In such a hot weather, the result of three fierce battles was to return to the same starting line. Kōshū instantly felt that the one point he had just lost was a huge loss. If he hadn't been so eager to win and wasted his energy, he wouldn't have let Furuya come up and pitch, digging such a big hole and still not filling it with two points.
"Hey" he sighed briefly. The score was evenly divided again, but his physical strength and energy were completely gone. He showed a hint of exhaustion, like a tiger lying next to him. Once Kōshū loses his energy, he will wait for an opportunity to pounce on him.
Miyuki walked towards Pitcher's Mound. Halfway there, he remembered to shout "time" to the referee. Then his eyes passed over Nitta Manager standing outside Dugout. Because of the guess just now, Miyuki looked at him twice.
"Huh?" Nitta Manager felt the gaze of the catcher on the opposite side.
"Supervisor, have you noticed it from the other side?"
"Well... who knows, but from now on, don't trust the catcher's glove position too much." Yes, as Miyuki thought, Kyoma University was indeed stealing to some extent Signals, but Nitta Manager didn't feel any guilt, "Well, who made that pitcher's ball so accurate? For the sake of victory, he just passed on the direction of the ball. He can't be called a thief Signals."
"Tch," deep inside Dugout, there was a sound of contempt that was clearly meant for the supervisor to hear. It came from Hongo Masamune. He was not doing it for pure victory, he just wanted to be absolutely sure that he could beat the opposite Kōshū.
"Haha, kid, except for the speed of the ball, how can you compare to the pitcher on the other side?" Hongo stood up and was about to rush forward. He was held up by his hands from behind. Nitta Manager listened to the restless voice behind him without any panic at all. He continued with his hands behind his back, "No matter what aspect you look at, the quality of the ball, the speed of the ball, the type of ball, and the mentality, you are completely inferior to that pitcher."
What Nitta Manager said was very excessive, but there was silence in Dugout. No one dared to speak, but if Hongo really rushed forward, a group of people would immediately stand out along the road to stop him.
This is the strategy he has always adopted to suppress Hongo, and even the entire team. To a certain extent, in his eyes, these children are just restless wolf cubs. Those who cannot understand human speech must be suppressed with brutal methods, so as not to threaten the status of the wolf breeder.
This method was once very common in the Japanese high school baseball world. In Baseball Club, the gentle pretense of belonging to the school has been torn off, leaving only a strict hierarchical upper and lower system, and the supervision of Baseball Club is at the top.
However, as more young coaches joined in, the harsh and cold-blooded attitude was diluted, and the concepts implemented by the supervisors in their own Baseball Club also began to be slightly different. Kataoka Manager, among them, has brought more of an educator identity, so sometimes he appears indecisive, which is absolutely unacceptable in the eyes of Nitta Manager.
"Listen carefully, when there is someone on the base later, the catcher will definitely test again. In these innings, please don't pass the signal and let the opponent relax their vigilance." At the same time, his hand also hit Signals towards the runner at first base.
The runner wiped off the brim of his hat and stuck it calmly on the base bag. Looking at the two catchers who had not yet finished their exchange, he probably understood that the catcher might have seen something, so the supervisor asked him to give up.
"What? Isn't Takano company strictly prohibited from stealing Signals? Are you sure?" Violators may be banned from the competition, which is a very costly thing.
Miyuki is not sure, "But if you look at the three shots, it is clear that the ball has just been released and the trajectory is not yet clear, he has already taken a step inward."
"Do I need to report to the supervisor?"
"They probably didn't crack the specific Signals, they were just passing on the direction of your pitch." If explained in this way, the three sticks' movements without hesitation can be explained. "Let's take care of the four sticks first, and then talk to the supervisor when we go down."
"Well," Seido can have his own opinion, but it is really difficult to prove this level of theft Signals. The runners on the bases will keep moving.
I can't believe we have a work report this month??
I have a work report at the end of the month, which means I only have about two weeks to work. What can I do in these two weeks??
I feel that our director is always trying to fry us on a low fire, for fear that one day when we are free, the heat will not be enough and it will become cold.