'Missed? ' When the teammates on the bench heard this word, they were a little unimaginable, 'Kōshū actually missed the shot? ' But then I thought about it, as a pitcher, although missing shots is not a common occurrence, it will always happen a few times in a season. It is the strangest thing that I have never missed a shot.
"Yes"
"Hiss—" Lang Zhi listened with his ears straight up and covered his face with a towel, "Mom, it's obviously not his fault, why does he feel so ashamed!" '
Coach Ninomiya drooped his eyes. "Then can you continue to vote?"
"Okay!"
Giving way to the Dugout entrance, the two passed by each other.
"Don't take the team's victory on your back."
Kōshū turned around and saw only the back of his head.
Coach Fujii, who acted as the recorder, slowly scanned these children with his eyes, silently chanted in his mind for 3 seconds, and then broke the silence. "Let the eighth baton come on!"
As Ba Bang left Dugout, everyone began to look towards the stadium, and the entire Dugout atmosphere relaxed.
Lang Zhi, Hayakawa, Shibasaki, Sato and others hurriedly pulled Kōshū to the preparation room.
"So, I still think I will lose!" Lang Zhi thinks that he knows Kōshū very well. Although his brother seems to be unshakable, the first time he played as an ace, his nervousness was visible to the naked eye, and now he probably started again.
"Who said we would lose?" Sato disagreed at first, "Didn't we lose points in the last game? And the senior's condition is much better than that of the opponent."
"The key is you, brother!" Lang Zhi suddenly said solemnly, "There are many firsts in life. As a pitcher, there will always be the first time to play, the first time to lose, the first time to get a hit, the first time to be hit Home Run, or even the first time to be hit twice in a single game. Don't take it to heart. Anyway, you will experience it many times in the future!"
"Hey, hey -" Shibasaki sounded reasonable, but your brother's expression became more and more terrifying.
"Lang Zhi——" Kōshū clenched his fists and was about to greet him when he was interrupted by Hayakawa: "Kōshū!"
"Huh?"
"It's true as Lang Zhi said, we may not lose, right? We even had a draw last time."
"... Hey -" Kōshū sighed, "Except for the four bad guys, it is basically difficult for us to hit the opponent's pitching."
The sound of the stadium came from outside the door, Kinoshita Little League's eight bats were dismissed, as if to confirm Kōshū's words.
He shrugged, "So, when I lose points, the game stops."
"What's that guy's background?" Lang Zhi was unconvinced.
"They were the runner-up in the Boys League last time." The coaches didn't tell anyone else that Kōshū was not in good condition today, so they probably suspected that he had spilled the beans.
"So what about second place? It's not like the current team won." Kōshū said nothing, and Lang Zhi supported him again.
"It goes without saying, let's go on stage."
Several people left the preparation room and returned to Dugout.
Kōshū returned to form, but only maintained two scoreless games.
In the third inning, it was the second bat's turn again. This time he was waiting for a straight ball from the inside corner. He found that the catcher liked to scare people with a straight ball from the inside corner. He probably believed in the accuracy of his pitcher.
But this time, he was going to make the pair suffer some losses.
"Bump--" The ball flew far away and landed in the corner of the right field. Katsumura originally wanted to wait for the ball to bounce back, but the ball hit the outer wall and rolled down. He had to step forward to deal with it. This time, again and again, when the ball was passed to the infield, the opponent's general would move to third base.
"Two out!"
The guard behind shouted.
It can be clearly felt that in the second game, they adapted faster. In the first game a few days ago, they were helpless about the straight ball falling from a high angle, but now they are gradually able to hit it.
The third bat passed through the infield, the second bat returned the bases, and the first run of the game occurred.
With two outs and one run thrown at first base, Kōshū felt as if a boulder had fallen to the ground, feeling much more relaxed when facing the fourth bat.
After four bats and a single, and then five bats, a Changeup struck out, and the inning was finally over.
Kōshū ran back to Dugout, and when passing by Coach Ninomiya, he took the initiative to stop. "Coach Ninomiya, do you want to replace me?" He felt a little uneasy, so instead of taking chances, it was better to ask directly.
"Do you want to end?"
"No."
"Then keep going, it's just a practice match."
With this sentence, another stone fell to the ground. Before Summer Tournament, he knew that Coach Ninomiya was not a trump-only person. Whoever was in good condition would be allowed to play. It was very scientific, but this choice was like Sword of Damocles.
'I've only been practicing baseball for a little over half a year—there's nothing to be proud of. '
At 11:30 in the morning, the game ended, and we lost in the end.
Eimei Little League's people have left, and the opponent's pitcher has exchanged email addresses with Kōshū.
"How does it feel to lose the first game?" What was rare was that it was not Lang Zhi who came to pick a fight, but Hayakawa's question.
"Why do you ask?"
"It's nothing. You won't always win the game, and it's just a practice match." Hayakawa is a little confused about what makes Kōshū nervous. It's not like Summer Tournament. If he loses this time, there will be no next time.
"It doesn't matter to me now. In fact, what Lang Zhi said makes sense. You will know it once you lose, and you will get used to it later." After losing, his teammates were still making jokes, and the coach did not let him off the field because of it. In baseball games, there are losses and losses, and everyone's emotions will not be burdened on a pitcher. This is good.
Just when Kōshū was gradually returning to normal, Lang Zhi finally came over. "What a pity, we are outside Training Camp, we can't let mom cook for you Red Bean Rice, this is your precious first loss!"
"You are seeking death!"
The brawling during self-training was stopped immediately, but the disturbed mind did not calm down. When everyone returned to the hotel after dinner, Kōshū did not directly use fighting skills in full view of the public.
"It's only natural to wash your brother's socks."
"Your socks are so sweaty, I don't want them."
Kōshū gestured twice, indicating that he wanted to demonstrate the power of his fighting skills in front of everyone.
"... If you lose the ball, take it out on your brother! I recognize you too!" Lang Zhi was furious and began to wash his hands honestly.
"My brother lost, and I didn't even know how to comfort him. I also recognize you!" Kōshū pointed. "You didn't rub that spot, so be serious."
"I need to call mom!"
"Tsk, don't disturb them now." After the two arrived at Training Camp, they contacted the adults with a phone call frequency of once every two days.
"Last time I called, Dad hung up after saying a few words. I don't know if he can handle it alone."
"Your grandparents, won't they be here soon? I'll leave the adult matters to you."
Shen Qing is an advanced maternal age, and Mr. Sasaki chooses to accompany the baby directly, so the two eldest children will be left unattended. Therefore, after discussion at home, two elders are allowed to come over. On the one hand, they can take care of the two sons at home, and on the other hand, they can also help after the two children in the belly are born.
"Don't think about it, Training Camp has three days left, and you can go back soon."
The previous chapter was changed and this chapter was also deleted.
I felt it was awkward to write about this lost game, so I reviewed it.
1. Technical level: I didn't describe in detail how strong the opponent was, which caused Kōshū to feel stressed.
2. Psychological layer: Kōshū There is not enough preparation for psychological pressure, and the current character design is still a bit single.
3. Root cause layer: I have watched a lot of technical videos, but I don't really have any personal experience. When I write about it, it is always like duckweed in the air. Hey, why don't you find a team to play baseball??