Seido's victory in the first game was already presented to the players of Kyoma University within a few milliseconds.
Like Seido yesterday, they all sat around in front of the TV.
Hongo didn't sit in the front. He kept holding a book and listened to the progress of the game from time to time.
"Two dozen seats and one hit, no wonder I was ranked in the third battalion." Renji obviously knew that his friends were listening carefully, so he deliberately made his voice louder.
"Humph——" Renji replied with a hum, Hongo thought to himself, 'Is this the breakthrough he mentioned in the letter? '
It doesn't look particularly powerful, at least it's useless to him.
"But the ace didn't pitch, probably for the next game."
Everyone's discussion continued, but Hongo closed the book and walked out of the conference room. Renji looked at his back, and in his mind was a thick pile of letters between him and Seido.
Although the two pitchers had already played against each other twice, after those letters, Renji had a hunch that this time in Spring League would be very different.
"Masamune, do you want to practice?"
The catcher followed immediately.
As soon as the two people left, everyone in the conference room glanced at the door in unison. When they looked away, their eyes met.
There is an unspoken atmosphere of tacit understanding arising here.
"It's strange that that person actually takes the initiative to make friends."
In addition to the supervision part, the atmosphere in the team is also very good.
But Hongo always carries a book with him wherever he goes. As long as he looks down at the book with a cold face, a small immersive world forms around him. Even if he wants to come forward and share something, he will be embarrassed to stop.
Such Hongo, there are so many things that you want to share actively?
"I'm so curious, what exactly is Hongo thinking?"
Many people nodded silently.
Kōshū said that no matter how aloof a person is, as long as he talks enough, he will reveal his true nature.
"Kōshū, let's go."
Kōshū, who was dazed and distracted, was gently pushed by Haruichi.
Today's game can be regarded as the first main game after spring comes.
The muscles and bones trained in the winter and the muscles trained in the spring slowly release their power in the competition.
But after all, this body has been out of competition for a long time, and I always feel a little unaccustomed to using it. When I swing the bat, I will swing too hard and with too much force.
'The bat is so light. ' There are also practice matches within the team, but after all, they are only at the practice level.
And my nerves have also slowed down after months of relaxation. The tension and excitement of the game were still a little insufficient for a while.
The opponent for the next battle has been decided in the morning, it is Japanese Shono, and the competition will be five days later, at 9 am on March 24th.
In the world of sports, there is a saying, if you don't practice for one day, you will know it; if you don't practice for three days, the coach will know it; if you don't practice for one week, everyone will know it.
Because the continuity of training is directly related to subsequent performance, if there is a gap of up to five days, the performance will be so bad that everyone will know it instantly.
"Let's help last year's OB." Last summer, Seido borrowed someone else's playground for training.
At that time, there were not as many people watching as now.
After all, at that time, Seido had not scored Koshien for several years.
This year is different from the past, Seido has become the favorite to win the championship.
"Kacha kacha." From time to time there is the sound of taking pictures.
"The arms are swinging well, please control your strength."
Catching the ball with a snap, Kōshū wandered in place twice, recalling the force of the previous ball.
When he raised his hand again, he had already demonstrated the line and pitching effect in his mind.
When the actual pitch was released, it was almost exactly the same as the previous preview. After controlling the brute force, the whole thing seemed to be with ease.
'It feels good! ' The sound of pitching was very nice, and Kōshū just felt better.
As a result, someone next to me became excited first, "150 kilometers!"
The voice suddenly became noisy, and Kōshū lost his happy mood, "When you become a star in the future, you won't have to be stared at all the time.". '
Japanese Professional League Some teams still value a player's personal ethics, but it doesn't matter. From the current point of view, there is no black material about him.
"Nice ball! Remember this feeling! The best ball today!"
"Hi~~"
In the second game, Kōshū is about to play.
No matter how many excellent pitchers there are on the team, as long as he is there, he will still be the main topic.
On March 24, the morning sun shone on my face, as cool as mint.
[I came to watch your game]
This message was sent via the cell phone of the Kyoma University catcher, but you could tell who it was by looking at the tone.
[We will win]
After editing this message, I looked up and saw that my teammates had already changed their clothes.
"Brother, do you want me to help you put on your shoes?"
An attentive figure squatted aside and was about to take action immediately.
"No need." Kōshū quickly dodged and put the shoes on directly.
Eijun was a little disappointed, "Brother, let me squeeze out the toothpaste for you. Please open your mouth, ah——"
Kōshū grabbed the toothbrush, put it in his mouth, and walked to the bathroom.
"Onii-sama, let me help you pack your things, onii-sama—"
The tall man just gave Eijun a ruthless back. How could this happen? My brother was going to have a hard day today, and he just wanted to do something within his power.
"As you wish -"
"Yes!!"
So everyone at Seido was not shocked by the front page headline of the newspaper early in the morning, but by the combination of Eijun and Kōshū.
"Brother, today's breakfast includes Miso Soup to help digestion, beef stew to provide energy, and delicious radishes..."
I saw Eijun wearing a hotel apron for some reason, introducing today's dishes to the people sitting at the table.
"What are those two people doing? They look like idiots."
Especially since the other part of the hotel is occupied by normal tourists, they are looking here frequently now.
Looking at the person who received the service, he did not feel happy now, but looked numb.
"Come on, brother, please stir the rice and gravy evenly first. I remember, isn't this your favorite way to eat it?"
He said so, but the next second, Eijun started to help stir, "You are kidding, how can you let me do this kind of work! Leave it all to me Sawamura Eijun!"
Kanemaru's mouth was grinning downward, with an unacceptable look on his face. "What the hell are you doing? Kōshū Why don't you stop him."
Tojo shook his head and saw Kōshū's helplessness, "Sawamura-kun is so excited."
They can even imagine how noisy this guy will be when they get to the competition venue, so it might as well let him burn off his energy now.
Haruichi gently touched his friend on the side and said with a bit of ridicule, "Lang Zhi, why don't you go over there and fight with Eijun."
Lang Zhi didn't move his body, "At times like this, you can't just care about your own feelings, and correctly understand your brother's needs. That's what a younger brother should do!"
"Um..." It turns out that he is not out of the state of competition for favor, but has entered the next stage.
I have written more than 6,000 words in the past two days, and I am planning to revise it and submit it again over the weekend.
Wish me luck! If things go well, bravely embrace N+1 next time
Kōshū is not cheating here. In fact, after writing the manuscript for submission every night, there is still about an hour left, which is specially used to face the wall with Kōshū's manuscript.
Basically, I just type a few words and then stop. I feel like my brain has been hollowed out and I have no ideas at all.