"Let's work hard today!" The assistant coach clapped his hands on the sidelines and cheered for every teenager who passed by him.
Time has entered 2008, but the cold winter of last year has not yet passed.
"Hi!!"
"Come on——"
The teenagers dragged their voices and ran past the assistant coach. Because they were running too fast, before they could finish the sentence, their voices followed the pace and traveled far away.
Among them, the most active one is Eijun. He can almost run around and shout.
The person running in front of him was inexplicably forced to walk faster by the urging sound, and the person running behind him couldn't help but slow down and move further away from the source of the noise.
As for Eijun himself, he doesn't know how to estimate speed, he only looks at the distance to the person in front of him.
'There is such a long distance from the front again. Damn it, why is my body so heavy today? '
So he started chasing, "Wait for me -"
This urging sound made the person running in front feel numb, and his feet moved a little faster.
In the end, Eijun was like a sheepdog, pushing everyone's speed to the extreme.
"Huh——"
"Huh——"
After a few laps, everyone was exhausted.
But if you let these people just fall behind Eijun, how could they be willing to do so? Adolescent children will develop their self-esteem in all kinds of inexplicable places.
Of course, there are also people who are very self-aware. In January, when Recommended Admission was in the preparation stage, Kōshū once again received a message from Sato, saying that he was going to East Tokyo's school.
"West Tokyo has been a nightmare in recent years."
Sato is the next pitcher for Kinoshita Little League. He has already thrown around 140 in his first year of junior high school.
Kōshū didn't think he was that good before. After I came to high school, I saw a bunch of high school aces with ball speeds of around 140. Looking back, I was amazed that I once had such a genius beside me.
In the melee zone of West Tokyo, there are only a few schools that such a genius can go to.
If you go to Seido, you must strive for a chance to play in Pitcher Lineup. It is very likely that you will not be able to make a difference until your senior year.
If you don't go to Seido, then you have to face your predecessors. Sato is not optimistic about the idea of defeating Kōshū.
For summer selection, West Tokyo and East Tokyo are counted separately. Maybe you can go to Koshien a few more times.
"The next time we meet will be Koshien."
After replying to the message, Kōshū Amakuhisa couldn't fall asleep for a long time. There was only a wonderful feeling that made him feel like electricity was flowing through his body, causing him to tremble from time to time.
'We're already a third of the way through high school. '
There are only a few years left before I grow up. I have been thinking hard about the question before - when can I grow up?
The answer appeared before his eyes unknowingly - just two years later.
Life is really unfair. When you pray for time to go faster, you will live like a year. On the contrary, when life goes smoothly, everything will be speeded up.
'I will be a senior again soon. '
Half asleep and half awake, Kōshū seemed to have seen last April again, when all the freshmen stood in line to introduce their origins and expected defensive positions.
Most of them were unfamiliar faces, as if he was really standing there again, facing unfamiliar people and environments. But in fact, after a year, he has understood everyone's character and level, and these two feelings exist in Kōshū's memories at the same time.
After introducing himself at that time, everyone turned to look at him because of his various achievements in junior high school.
After such a year, the results of junior high school have long been thrown into the pile of old papers, and the results of high school have become his new cards in hand.
"When I get to professional baseball, I probably won't be able to improve myself.. '
Before falling asleep, Kōshū realized that maybe this is what growth means, covering the old self with the new one.
This principle is just like reviewing notes when studying. Only by adding new footnotes to old notes can it be called understanding.
But some people may be born without the ability to learn. Kōshū can stimulate them with new mistakes no matter how they are taught.
"Which knowledge point does this question relate to?"
I saw a "teacher" with a height of First Year of High School standing in front of the table with a cold face, opposite two "students" who gradually lowered their heads.
"Why don't you speak, Furuya?"
Furuya was agitated, and it was obvious that he was conducting an intense search in his mind. In the end, the machine broke down and smoke came out from above his head. He lay on the table without saying a word.
"What about you? Eijun!"
Eijun immediately sat up straight, like a good student, and shouted in a loud voice, "I don't know!"
Kōshū's body trembled twice, he held his forehead with one hand and the back of the chair behind him with the other, and slowly slid down to sit down.
"If you fail, you won't be able to participate in the Spring League. Do you know the seriousness?"
Of course they knew, otherwise this scene wouldn't be happening today.
"Mmmmm -" Eijun seemed to be panicking, but Furuya was motionless on the table at this time. It was not clear whether he had lost confidence due to successive blows, or simply did not want to face this reality.
Originally, Japan had some strange interpersonal social rules, such as 'Don't ask others for help easily'.
Unless the relationship is good enough.
Kōshū believed that he could achieve this level of relationship with these two people, so before the two of them started to actively seek help, he got them to start learning.
'The stupid bird will fly first', he thought very simply. Back then, he could have cured Lang Zhi.
But the fact is that he wanted to be simple. Eijun is indeed a simple baseball idiot, but Furuya obviously got in through exams.
"Starting from next semester, promise me that you will listen to the lecture for at least ten minutes every day." Even if you listen to the lecture for ten minutes, you will not end up like today.
Furuya continued to be down, Eijun nodded seriously, of course Kōshū believed that if you open this serious brain, you won't find anything in it.
"That's it for today, I'm tired."
He covered his face, feeling that he didn't want to look at these two people anymore.
"Okay, let's go pitch the ball!"
"Yeah!"
Furuya resurrected on the spot, and Eijun ejected to start.
Kōshū raised his head and could only see the backs of the two of them having fun like wild dogs, 'These two are the only ones who still want to pass! He Kōshū was the first to deny it! This year's spring armor, he and Kawakami Senior are enough! '
Haruichi, who was passing by, patted Kōshū on the shoulder with great sympathy, "Thank you for your hard work."
Not hard, he replied in his mind.
Of course, just him and Kawakami Senior in the Spring League are not enough. There are 32 teams and it takes 5 games to reach the finals.
We are bound to meet Kyoma University. If we don't cross over, we will fall in front of the champion for the third time.
Although Kōshū always says that the biggest opponent is his own upright words, but in fact, when he hears all the words, he will accidentally leak into his heart, 'maybe it will become a psychological shadow. '
He held the ball between his fingers and made the Forkball gesture.
"Instead of learning a new ball type, it is better to solve all the existing problems." Coach Ninomiya's words gave him away from the idea of learning Forkball. This ball type was still too damaging to his arms.
"The existing problem..." Kōshū thought deeply and walked towards Bullpen.
All confusions are just dust scattered in the air. Only training can drive them firmly into the ground.
Chunjia, here we come!
On a whim this evening, I found a forum that I had been active in a few years ago.
I used to be the moderator of the original section.
I pulled out a lot of short stories I wrote before.
That kind of obscure writing method of stream of consciousness is very sparse.
But really, there are a lot of things that I can't write about now.