The Retirement Match of the past years were all in the gap after the end of Autumn Tournament.
Autumn Tournament will end on October 22nd, and the Meiji Jingu conference will be held on November 11th. There will be nearly 20 days in between, which is just used to hold the third grade Retirement Match.
As soon as Yuki Captain said this, all the sounds in the room stopped. Even Kuramochi, who was playing games, muted his voice.
There was no sound of the game, no sound of anyone talking, but the voice of Yuki was particularly clear. "You must be careful, we will definitely not show mercy this time."
This sentence suddenly opened up the chat box of the third grade.
"Yeah, even though you Autumn Tournament are so arrogant, you are actually far from good. Damn it, I really want to play!"
"We went for a double-digit score difference, didn't we?"
"Wuga." Senior Masuko also woke up because of the sudden quietness of the environment.
"Haha, if you say that, we are looking forward to it even more. Who will win?" Kuramochi jumped out and accepted the challenge. Although Retirement Match purely made the third-year seniors happy, if the new team does not use its full strength, the seniors will feel despised.
"Arrogant!" Senior Kominato's familiar hand knife came.
"Hi! Then we are looking forward to it." Miyuki, as the captain of the new team, solemnly replied to Yuki Captain.
Kōshū remembered that when Kinoshita Little League was in the Home Run competition, the seniors all named Kōshū and asked him to throw the sweetest ball.
As a result, several seniors did not play on the court in official competitions for several years, but they made history in that competition.
"Then, does our ace have anything to say?" Miyuki just responded to Yuki Captain, and then the topic was directed to Kōshū.
"Huh?" Kōshū was suddenly attacked. He rolled his eyes at Miyuki, but on the surface he still reacted quickly, "I will perform well and try my best to play a good game."
"What a reliable statement, ACE!" Senior Isashiki's hand was so strong that Kōshū grinned.
As a result, the news spread everywhere before everyone who attended the party went out.
But all this will not interrupt Kōshū's pace. The next day was originally a rest day, but only a few people chose to go home.
Sure enough, as Lang Zhi thought during the competition, Kōshū finally found a little bit of Slider's feeling. How could he let him go.
"Lang Zhi, you are standing so far away, how can I hit you..." Kōshū made a slip of the tongue, "How can I aim at the inner corner?"
"You just spoke your mind! You just want to hit me!" Lang Zhi, fully armed, stood on Batter's Box, in order to create the tension of a hitter.
But it still didn't work. Kōshū stopped for a moment and said, "If it was Lang Zhi, there would be no psychological burden at all if it hit, so there was no good shot." In fact, he could recall the feeling of throwing the ball, but when it came time to throw it, he just couldn't find it accurately.
"Hahaha, it's so pitiful to be your brother." Miyuki was also making sarcastic remarks.
Lang Zhi couldn't stand it anymore, "It's almost time to find the feeling. He hit me more than twenty times." He even doubted whether the brother opposite him did it on purpose, "Have I provoked him recently?" '
Just as the two sides started bickering, and seeing that the experiment was about to be postponed until dinner, a male voice came from the door of Indoor Training Field.
"I'll do it!"
Several people looked over, "Supervisor?!"
Kataoka Manager was wearing a suit and shirt, and he obviously came out of the meeting. He took Lang Zhi's bat and helmet without hesitation, pointed at the opposite pitcher and said, "Come pitch!" That Slider, according to Miyuki, was suddenly recalled by Kōshū during the game, mixed with some understanding of Slider's ace Ichidai Third.
"Why, don't you dare to vote? I'm very curious about That Slider!"
Kataoka Manager's words immediately aroused Kōshū's fighting spirit, "Why don't you dare, but I'd like to supervise you to put on protective gear."
"A helmet is enough." The supervisor's words were very decisive, "Come and vote!"
This practice of putting safety behind makes the pitcher also have a competitive spirit, "Okay, supervisor, then I will pitch!"
"Huh——" Although the words were very precise, Kōshū didn't want to offend the supervisor, "I have no choice but to think about that feeling again." '
Because of this tension, the membrane between the pitching memory and the pitching memory was punctured. Kōshū recalled it all almost immediately, and was equipped with the feeling of "throwing the arm out, and the pitching arm can be slightly flatter to cause more lateral displacement." The dialing ball in your hand must be flexible and dialed to the end! '
Stomping out suddenly, the pitcher's expression was extremely serious, treating this pitch as a real duel, "Go!"
The ball shot out of Pitcher's Mound in an instant and headed straight for the supervisor.
Kataoka Seeing the ball coming, he involuntarily dodged backwards, frowning, thinking about how to guide the pitcher out of the predicament.
But in the next second, his brows widened in surprise.
The white ball, as if controlled by the pitcher from a distance, stopped suddenly in the air and turned towards the inside corner.
The trajectory of the entire ball is so large that only those looking from behind can understand it.
"Hiss—" This was the sound of Lang Zhi taking a breath. He almost thought his brother was going to hit the supervisor just now, so he might as well hit him a few more times.
"It's a very beautiful trajectory." Ochiai Coach, holding his mustache, was the first to speak.
"Hahahaha, you have the guts." Kataoka took the trajectory of the ball into his eyes and laughed happily, "Remember, every pitch should be pitched with two outs in the ninth inning, so that you can always train your mind."
"Hey, I understand."
Then he handed the bat to Lang Zhi and watched Slider from the sidelines.
Time and time again, Kōshū, the difficult Slider, finally managed to look good after going through spring, summer, and autumn.
"After that, you have to consider integrating this ball into your pitching system. When pitching, do you consciously keep your arms flat? This small pitching movement is likely to be caught by the opponent." Ochiai Coach stood aside and said.
Kataoka Manager added, "Even if no one can tell you apart now, you will still be seen when you get to professional baseball. Instead of changing it then, it is better to practice now. Miyuki, this is the goal of the next stage, you must remember to help Kōshū."
"Hi!"
After watching more than 20 games, the two coaches left Indoor Training Field again.
Only then did Lang Zhi dare to gossip, "So did the coaches go to a meeting with Board of Directors?"
"Probably, the world of adults is never that easy anyway. In addition to managing the team well, coaches also need to manage people and build good relationships. The same goes for relationships with OBs, etc. In short, it is very powerful." Miyuki As someone who has slept with Lang Zhi for nearly a year, he can quickly understand where he struggles.
"Baseball is so difficult! Oh!" Lang Zhi thought he was safe, but he didn't expect that there was another one after Kōshū, "Don't hit me!"
"Sorry, how about helping you clear your shopping cart today."
"... Is there no upper limit?"
"No."
"Brother, please feel free to come!"