"So, what senior Amakuhisa means is that the opponent learned Slider in just one game?" He carefully looked at Kōshū's Slider. It was very exquisite and had reached the level of the first echelon of high school level. Occasionally, it would perform at the super high school level.
Amakuhisa's expression contained a kind of frightening excitement, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but this smile did not contain much laughter, it was closer to a kind of rebound after suppression, "Yes, I think that's about it. It's scary, that guy."
In Ichidai Third High's team, when Tanaka first joined First String, he was repeatedly reminded that their ace was a guy with incredible talent. For example, "In terms of talent, Amakuhisa should be the highest."
Once talent is mentioned and someone talks about Amakuhisa, then the topic is basically at an end.
After listening to the seniors' talks like this, Tanaka Ine, as a newcomer, gradually understood some of the consensus that the entire team had formed. Although this kind of auditing, the seniors will find out every time, "Hey, Tanaka, your ears are perked up again, come here if you want to listen!"
Of course, it will then turn into, "Your ears are going to turn red!"
"Really, if you perform that again, your ears will move up and down."
Tanaka experienced some "setbacks" in the middle, but the advantage of understanding the team's consensus is that you can use one second of your own to steal ten hours of others, and you can quickly understand this person's image in the eyes of everyone, without having to spend a lot of time understanding it yourself.
In this way, when facing conversations with seniors, he can quickly know what the other party means.
For example, right now, Tanaka Ine keenly felt a hint of fear in Amakuhisa's expression.
'Why fear? '
"Senior Amakuhisa, are you afraid of Seido's ace?" Tanaka Ine entered the analysis module. The greenness on his face disappeared, and his words and expressions became very sharp.
Amakuhisa was intrigued by the contrast, "Hahaha, I knew there was more to you than meets the eye."
'Am I afraid of Kōshū? '
"I think everyone who really knows him will be afraid. He only came into contact with baseball in the second grade of junior high school, and he was the ace of the Little League in the third grade of junior high school. First Year of High School made a key contribution to the team's entry into the Xia League. In the autumn, First Year of High School asked the supervisor to skip the seniors and directly assign him to become the ace of the baseball giants."
All people who call themselves geniuses will be afraid of those who are more talented than themselves. Especially when they want to catch up, they find that the other person has to work harder than themselves. The gap between the two parties will only get wider and wider from the moment they realize it.
When Amakuhisa said this, he slowed down and stared at Tanaka Ine's thoughtful face, "However, these are all things I learned later. In autumn, it was a moment that almost destroyed me. He Standing on Batter's Box, it is as quiet as a black lake. The more you look inside, the less clearly you can see. It just stares at you, as if it wants to suck your eyes in. In the end, there is even a moment where you don't want to throw the ball to him."
Tanaka Ine carefully memorized all the information in his mind. He was becoming more and more interested in Seido's trump card. Therefore, he needed to collect more consensus from others about Kōshū just like gathering the consensus of the team. "Well, what next? Senior Amakuhisa seems to have faced off head-on."
"Oh, you saw it, last fall's game, was it live?"
"No, it was added recently. So is it a head-on confrontation to offset this fear?" Tanaka Ine asked questions one after another.
Amakuhisa didn't feel any discomfort. Most of the time, he was very 'tolerant' to other people, or didn't care. "About that time, the catcher was calling bad balls, and I kept shaking my head, because once I escaped, that moment of not wanting to pitch might have continued forever."
"We were chatting just now. Senior Amakuhisa seemed to want to communicate with Ace Seido. Didn't he leave his contact information at that time?"
"So many emotions came to my mind all at once. It was very disturbing. I was still clearing out all the links, but the game was over. When I came back to my senses, I was already at school. Ah, what a pity. That straight shot, I really want to know how it was shot."
Amakuhisa soon got out of that state of recollection and began to lament over there casually again, "Before pitching this time, I have to go get a line."
Tanaka Ine nodded, touched his glasses, and smiled shyly, "Senior Amakuhisa, I'm sorry I didn't ask for his line, and I just made senior recall so many things, I'm sorry!"
"It's okay, it's okay," Amakuhisa patted the junior on the shoulder, "As for what kind of person he is, you will understand clearly after you actually play against him. Other people's ideas are inaccurate. You are one year below him, so you can at least catch up with his peak period in the senior year of high school."
"Yeah, yeah." Tanaka nodded obediently.
"It's so pitiful... No, it's so passionate! You have to work hard and try to get Koshien."
"Hi!"
Kōshū, who was being targeted, actually saw a somewhat familiar person in Ichidai Third High's personnel introduction during the image analysis, 'Isn't this the person who slept on the bench that day? It turned out that he was here for investigation. '
But he didn't say anything. It would be strange if Ichidai Third didn't come to investigate him. Moreover, recall the person's reaction...
There is still baby fat on the face, there are saliva marks at the corners of the mouth, and wrinkle marks on the face. However, when he came to investigate, he came with a bag with the mark of 'Ichidai Third', and the person must have been sleeping for a long time. There is a high probability that nothing was found.
'What an interesting man. ' is the new student Ichidai Third, who is also a pitcher and has not played in an official game yet.
After being stunned for a moment, the batter on the opposite side started shouting.
"Hahahaha, brother, Thorn Hitter of Seido joins in!" Isn't this voice the same as that garbage hitter who can't even hit an ordinary straight ball? What Thorn Hitter, does this thorn refer to the thorns imposed on the hitter himself?
"Pah——"
"Hey!" The sound of a bat swinging through the air filled the air.
"Pah——"
"Hey!"
"Pah——"
"Hey! Damn it, this trajectory is too scary." Eijun sighed with a frown on his face. Everyone who originally wanted to let him go was filled with "righteous indignation", "They are all straight goals!!"
"Ah, is that so? Brother, why, I want to slap him too -" A hand stretched out from behind, grabbed Eijun and dragged him away. It was Lang Zhi. His butt muscles were still aching from being hit, so he transferred the anger to Eijun.
The next batter, Haruichi, grinned, looking at the scene that had turned into a scene of children beating each other, and felt dumbfounded.
"Haruichi, it's coming!"
On Pitcher's Mound over there, the reminder has started, and Kōshū is gradually entering the state.
"Okay!" Haruichi recovered his mind and focused on facing the pitcher.
As soon as his attention was gathered into a bundle, the white ball came, and the sharp ball shadow came straight towards his body. Haruichi immediately tensed up, 'Can't escape, can't escape! '
But everything is messed up, rhythm, breathing, mood, movements, how to swing the bat? Where will the ball land above home plate? Is it still too late to swing the bat at this time?
"Pa--" It was another empty stick.
Although he restrained his desire to run away and swung the bat bravely, the ball was still completely out of reach.
"Trouble again!"
Kōshū looked at the opponent's calm fighting spirit and raised his hand with satisfaction, "Here he comes!"
Now that I have developed the habit of typing 5,000 words in the morning, the next step is to adjust my afternoon routine and weekly goals. I feel that it is going quite smoothly.
In order to prevent numbness, when setting weekly goals, keep money as the goal. At least 1,000 a week can cover the monthly survival costs.