In the second half of the eighth game, Seido's attack encountered an increasingly fierce defense, making it increasingly difficult to use its abilities.
"Pa—" As Seido's eight-ball Yamaguchi's bat once again missed the ball, Seido's attack this round ended in failure again.
"Brother!" A glass of water was handed to him, Eijun smiled with eight teeth, "It's still very hot in Pitcher's Mound. Drink more water."
Kōshū had no words and just followed the instructions.
Someone next to him stabbed Eijun, "You didn't even play, how do you know if Pitcher's Mound is hot or not?"
Shiba Inu immediately exploded, "Who said I didn't go? I played Pitcher's Mound as a messenger in the first two games!" Although he only stood for less than a minute before being kicked out again, the feeling of his feet was engraved in his mind.
That's where the ace belongs.
Just the fact of standing up during the game was enough for Eijun to reflect on for two or three days, not to mention that he still had a serious mission.
"It's because of my encouragement that my brother shot very well next time!"
Everyone was speechless. They had never seen someone so proud of themselves. Fortunately, Kōshū had always been very tolerant of Eijun. They put the water glass in his arms and set off.
"Onii-sama, fight!"
As usual, the farewell message was Dugout, but this time it was mixed with other voices.
"Fighting." A yes man followed Eijun's voice.
Eijun doesn't need to turn around, everyone knows who it is, "I say Furuya, if you want to shout, just shout loudly, don't shout behind my back! Don't be so shy!"
"Fighting!" Furuya nodded, stood in front, and raised his right hand without any knowledge.
"Not bad, not bad, but the movements should be bigger. If you make too small movements next to Dugout, you won't be seen at all! Then come on, swing your arms wider! The sound should also be louder!"
Furuya followed the instructions and waved his arms again. "Fighting!!"
The sound was so loud that it attracted half of the Dugout people. It is said that Furuya is quite quiet when left alone, but once Eijun is added, it will become French fries with ketchup, curry with rice. It simply creates a different kind of chemical effect, and people suddenly become "shameless".
"Very good! Let's do it together! One, two, three, fighting!!!"
At the same time, the patience of the people around them was finally exhausted by the double act of these two people.
"It's so noisy! The style of our Seido is going to be distorted by the two of you!" There are cameras everywhere, and being recorded is a lifetime of dark history.
"Who do you want to be seen by in Dugout?" Could it be that you have to do some moves to show the audience? You might as well become a cheerleader.
"If you want to cheer so much, just stand over at the Dugout entrance!" But there were two giants from Seido standing over there.
"Or you can go to the support area above. It has a wide view!" But that would result in him being kicked out of the Regulars team.
So the two of them were pushed to the corner, and they continued to support each other humiliatingly.
But after all, these people who are still standing in Dugout, when they support themselves, they are not inferior to the two Eijun Furuya.
"Okay!!"
"Strike him out!"
"That's it!"
"Come one by one!"
In the blink of an eye, it was one out, and Kyoma University's line turn came back to one.
"Don't think about anything, use the feeling you have accumulated in these rounds to play!" With the supervisor's instructions, a stick of A Jiu came to Batter's Box.
The game is like a huge whirlpool, and every player is inevitably involved in it, consuming energy, will and emotions in the middle. Only when one of the parties is exhausted and is completely swallowed up by the winner can this tug-of-war be completely ended.
This is the last game. If Kyoma University cannot score another point in the first half of the ninth game and tie the game, there will be no need to continue the game after the ninth game.
'On Base, just On Base! '
A hint of fierceness suddenly appeared at the corner of Yibang's mouth, 'On Base! '
Miyuki Without having to raise his eyes, he could almost figure out the batter's plan. He patted the ground gently and said, "Be especially careful here. Under normal circumstances, the last blow of the beast will be very hard, and it must be thrown very low." '
Kōshū understood that the batter's emotions were clearly displayed on his face, almost tearing a hole in the aura in front of Pitcher's Mound.
'But it's useless! '
The pitcher's momentum remained undiminished, and he directly confronted the batter head-on. If he wanted to hit, hit him!
A small ball flew towards home plate the next moment, breaking the stalemate.
'Outside Low Corner! ' At this time, Kyoma University's hitter has clearly realized how powerful Seido's ace ball control is. If this ball is not hit, it must be a good ball. It is better to hit it and try it!
When the ball flew to home plate, the batter had already accumulated all his strength in one point and exploded in his swing. Only the white ball came.
But just when the batter swung the bat, the ball seemed to be aware of the danger ahead, and actually deflected to the outer corner of the ball.
'Carter! '
It turned out to be a good bad ball!
"Pah——"
"Good shot!"
"Tsk," Seido why has it become like this? Could it be that the catcher doesn't believe in the ace's strength?
The next pitch came again before the batter could think for two seconds. The pitcher almost sacrificed his own breathing time and also caused a little more trouble for the batter.
'The last ball was a bad ball in the outside corner Cutter. If you don't play it, you can earn a bad ball number, so do you still have to play it next?? ' This is the inner conflict of the hitter, but the body gives the answer first.
'Inner corner! beat! '
But I saw that the ball changed again in front of home plate. Not only the trajectory, but also the rhythm changed.
'Changeup! here we go again! ' This Changeup is almost as notorious as Hongo's Forkball.
"Good shot!" Missed again.
At this time, there were two good balls and no bad balls. The batter was completely chased. The desperate courage he had when he first came on the field seemed to have been reduced by this fact.
Take this opportunity——
"Pa—" After two Changeup, the straight ball became even faster.
"Out!"
"Whoa - two out!"
"One more! One more!"
The entire audience shouted, and the voices slowly converged from streams to rivers, becoming uniform, "There's one more, there's one more!"
The Kyoma University players raised their heads and felt that the voice turned into substantial pressure, pressing heavily on them.
"Everyone is here..."
Since the debut of Dark Horse, Kyoma University has never encountered this kind of situation, changing from a semi-home game to an away game. The people who originally supported them have now switched sides and become supporters of the other side.
And the cause of all this——
Kyoma University Contestant's attention is focused on Pitcher's Mound, all because of this man.
He seemed to be welcomed by the crowd like a king. He solemnly threw the next ball on Pitcher's Mound.
Three minutes later——
"Ouch——" This is the precious scene where Seido player rushes towards Pitcher's Mound and transforms into a wolf.
After all, the opponent is Kyoma University. Ever since Seido came to the national competition carrying the slogan of the resurrection of the king, he has been repeatedly defeated by this team, like a curse surrounding Seido's ideals.
Now, finally, the children of Seido can cheer loudly on Pitcher's Mound.
"We won!!!"
This battle finally ended after 17 chapters~
Today is also a fishy day at work. I have an online meeting in the afternoon from 3:00 to 5:30. I paddle without saying anything during the whole process. I can also kill time and take the opportunity to read Zhihu.
I did some calculations with my colleagues this morning. After our center is reduced into departments, we may only have 9 people left. Five of them are former leaders, including directors who were demoted to managers and substantive managers who have been doing managerial work...