"Sawamura! I heard that your baseball team recently lost to Practice Match! And they won a lot? It's amazing!"
"And Nagano's wealthy family took the initiative to apply for Practice Match with us! It's really amazing!"
When Monday went to school, Sawamura was surrounded by a group of people, and they began to discuss it. It seemed that many people knew about Baseball Club's winning streak.
After all, Sawamura is always a Group Favorite-level person wherever he goes. Baseball Club's excellent performance has a lot to do with him, which makes Sawamura even more proud.
"No, it's not that powerful!" Although he said that, his extremely smug expression completely betrayed what he was thinking.
"Baga!
Wakaba's words have a lot of meaning in them. Just look at her staring at the few girls surrounding Sawamura. This fierce look!
Sendou glanced at Wakaba thoughtfully, and sure enough!
"Sure enough, adolescent boys and girls! That's right, spring is here right now!" Sendou looked at Wakaba, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he thought to himself.
"But when will my spring come!" Now Sendou has no feeling at all. He is also liked. It should be said that he can't see clearly if he is too close.
Finally, when Sawamura was about to be praised to the heavens, the class bell rang and the teacher finally arrived. Sendou started to "make the bed". Sawamura was sitting upright, like a good student, but he fell asleep listening to the teacher's lullaby.
"Today's class starts now!"
"Eijun, I didn't expect you to be so popular all of a sudden!" Sendou said to Sawamura at noon.
"What? What does it mean to be suddenly popular? I've always been popular, okay? I have a lot of friends, it's true!" Sawamura's words are instinctive self-protection.
"Really? But I'm very unhappy! How about doubling the training today?"
"Ah? I was wrong, please forgive me! Supervisor sama!" This sentence scared Sawamura to the point where he almost knelt down.
"Hahaha!"
"Tch! You know how to bully me!"
"Today's fried chicken is delicious! Akio! And this tempura! Your aunt's cooking is really good! No wonder I can't make you lose weight even though I try my best!" Sendou immediately turned his gun to target another troubled boy.
"Hey!" Takada Akio started scratching his head naively again.
Since Sendou brought everyone a box of meat before, someone in Sendou's lunch box was responsible for preparing a box of vegetables for everyone at Baseball Club to taste.
Today is the fried shrimp and tempura brought by Akio. Because of this opportunity, everyone at Baseball Club is almost inseparable together all day long.
"Hey, you are so big! I will definitely let you lose weight! If you had run faster yesterday, that hit would have been a second base hit! Your guys are too much in the way." Sendou said and poked Akio in the stomach.
Akio immediately started to stretch out his hand to try to isolate Sendou's hand. Fat people usually have itchy flesh, and Akio is one of them. Almost his whole body is covered with itchy flesh.
"Summer Tournament still has one and a half months, how about losing 3 kilograms? So these are confiscated." With that, Akio confiscated all his fried chicken and other fried foods, but Sendou was not too ruthless and gave him the vegetables in his bowl, although the vegetables were also delicious. But it looks like...
"Devil!"
Hearing Sendou's words, all the members secretly thought in their hearts that they knew how difficult it was for Akio to lose weight. It was as easy as drinking cold water to gain weight.
But the strange thing is that when the weight reached about 80 to 90 kilograms, it stopped growing. Sendou was amazed more than once!
Sendou prefers to get close to Akio and often rub his fat with his hands, so the relationship between them is actually very good.
A good relationship means a certain degree of unscrupulousness, such as grabbing food like just now.
In the end, Akio's protest was ineffective and all the meat went into Sendou's large stomach pouch.
Perhaps because he was afraid that Akio would not have the strength to train, Sendou gave him some of his own Braised Beef.
Time flies so fast, one month has passed in the blink of an eye, and the final Practice Match is getting closer and closer. The practice of Akagi Middle School has also begun to become tense as Summer Tournament approaches.
The results of such intensive training are also gratifying. Everyone basically makes no low-level mistakes in defense and has made coordination mistakes. Not only that, the defensive range has also made great progress compared with autumn, and the strikes have begun to look good. Kondo, the front-line hitters, no longer need to go to the brain, the striking posture has been used by the body.
As progress is made, Practice Match and De Chuan Middle School are about to begin. Although everyone except one person is mentally prepared to lose miserably, they still feel uneasy as the game approaches.
In order to eliminate everyone's nervousness, Sendou also thought of many ways, but the results were not ideal. It's like no matter how much you think about before the college entrance examination, the moment you enter the examination room, you will still feel like your heart is about to beat out of your chest.
In the end, Sendou made a final attempt at practice the day before the game, hoping to provide backup for his partners.
"Today's duel will be three times the usual number, with three seats for each player. However, the rule of increasing the number of seats has been cancelled, and I will not let you off the hook today! Instead of making you nervous to face tomorrow's game, why don't I torture you today!
Wakaba Rest. "When Akashi gathered on this day, Sendou only said this sentence to everyone, and finally seemed to think of something and said to Wakaba.
"Bang!" The sound of the ball hitting the net was extremely harsh.
"Crack!"
"This is a good shot, right? Then the next one! Don't just watch! You won't be able to hit the ball if you just watch!"
"That's what I said! But is it too fast? How many kilometers is this ball?" But everyone just wanted to complain crazily.
"Today only Kondo hit two foul balls, Ono once, and the others haven't touched the ball yet!
What's wrong? Is this the end? "
"Come on!" The last hitter was Akashi, currently the strongest hitter Kondo, and he mustered up the courage to shout loudly.
"How brave! Next ball! Inside Corner Ball!"
"Crack!"
"The next goal is Inside Corner Ball!"
"Crack!"
"That's two good balls! The next ball is Inside Corner Ball, in the same position!"
"Come on! Come on! Come on!" At this time, Kondo was already experiencing a surge of adrenaline. The nervousness and fear of facing De Chuan were all forgotten.