baseball boy

In the golden autumn season, clusters of leaves on both sides of the road fly down from the trees, covering the entire path, like a golden dragon lying on the ground.

Not far away from the Qingdao High School baseball field, there were bursts of shouts. If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of metal hitting the baseball, the command of running bases, and the cheers of teammates. All kinds of voices are intertwined. It's like an exciting piece of music.

"How about it, Sato and Sato-san, this is Qingdao Baseball Stadium, you should not be disappointed," Takashima Rei raised his eyes, with a smile on his lips, "Qingdao has a long history, especially the baseball club. , now has about 200 members, a wide baseball field, complete training equipment, and we also specially provide nutritionists and masseurs for the team members.”

"Hasn't Seido been in Koshien for 5 years?" Sato Toshiya, who looks handsome and is approaching 40 but still has many female fans, asked casually, "Minister Takashima thinks that this year Seido has hope to enter Koshien?"

Rei Takashima's lens flashed brightly, "We have been preparing, and this year will be no exception. I believe that with the guidance of Coach Kataoka, this year's team will definitely be able to enter that holy place."

Sato Hisashi also raised his eyes and glanced at his nephew who had been silently watching Qingdao baseball stadium, "Ryoma, what do you think? Compared with Qingdao, I think you are more suitable to go to Inashi."

Takashima Rei seemed to have blue veins on his forehead, he dared to mention anything in front of Aidou, even Sato couldn't...

Takashima Rei's thoughts were interrupted by a warm and hoarse voice unique to teenagers. Different from the muddy boys in the baseball club who had rough voices or were still in the stage of changing their voices, the boy in front of him was delicate and fair, with a conspicuous blond hair. Let him add a bit of elegance, like a British noble, patrolling his territory.

"Uncle, I've decided, I'll go to Qingdao." Sato Ryoma didn't look at Sato Hisaya's slightly surprised expression, but bowed at 90 degrees to Takashima Rei first, "Minister Takashima should also know that I I have never played baseball again after my elbow injury for more than a year, if your department is willing to accept such a handicapped me, I am willing to make a small contribution to your department.”

Squinting his eyes under the lens, Reimichi Takashima stretched out his right hand, "Welcome to the baseball club of Seidou High School, Sato-san."

White hands, one big and one small, held each other, as if some kind of contract had been reached, but what no one knew was that this day was the beginning of the birth of a legend.

"Liuzhen, don't you really want to visit Daoshi again? I believe that Daoshi after the merger of Haitang..."

"Uncle, when I saw that stadium, my heart seemed to say go there, go to Qingdao, there is what you want."

Sato Shouya looked at the young man's sincere and persistent eyes, couldn't refute it, and smiled after a long time, "Just make up your mind, your mother must be very happy to see you like this, pursue what you want happily, and keep going, Don't look back." Hisaya Sato stroked the boy's blond hair vigorously until it was messed up.

It's been a long time since he saw Liang Zhen's eyes now. Those black eyes inherited from Sato's family seemed to spew dazzling gold, and he knew that they were a pair of yearning eyes.Just like before, Liang Zhen stood on the court and looked down upon the crowd.For a moment, Sato Shou also felt that the confident ace on the mound who had attracted the attention of thousands of people seemed to be back.

Don't be afraid of dangers and difficulties, even if you are exhausted, you will go to that place. This is what Liang Zhen saw from the appearance of those Qingdao players.

Liangzhen has memories from birth, and has been exposed to baseball under the influence of his father and grandfather since he was a child. One day, he found out that his grandfather is Joe Gibson, his father is Joe Gibson II, and his uncle is Sato Shouya. Knowing that I have come to the major in the comics, it is only a major many years later.

There is no doubt that he himself loves baseball, perhaps as a kind of entertainment at first, but gradually he finds that his life cannot be separated from baseball.Fortunately, he has a talent for playing baseball, and soon he became the ace of the school baseball team. Like his grandfather, he was active as a pitcher in the United States.Even the newspaper news is predicting whether his future achievements can surpass Joe Gibson.

It's a pity that the game at the age of 14 broke this dream.

The sun was scorching hot and the sun was in the sky. Although midsummer had passed and early autumn had passed, the sandy soil of the stadium was unbearably hot.The cheering shouts intertwined in various languages ​​in the stands seemed to cut through the sky, injecting a boost to the hard-working players on the court.The game has entered the final juncture. A series of zero records on the electronic scoreboard indicates a silent pressure, which makes people breathless. No matter which side is eager to break the score and win.

Sato Ryoma felt that he had never been so tired before, sweating like rain, he felt that his inner lining was soaked, his hands and feet seemed to be not his own, but there was a force driving him, so that he could still throw the ball, Swing and run.

You can't lose, you must win, and it's also for your 14-year-old self.Make a mark in your baseball career.Liang Zhen looked up at the scoreboard and wiped the sweat that was about to drip into his eyes. Now the game has been extended to No.12 innings. If the two sides do not score any more, the game will be changed to another game tomorrow.The personnel on both sides showed signs of fatigue, but no one complained of being tired. The tenacity of the teenagers was frightening.

As an ace and the fourth batter, he is the most tiring in the team, but he can't fall, otherwise he will be sorry for the meaning of the No. [-] on his uniform.

Desperate to score, the ability of the fourth bat is to lead the team to victory. He cannot live up to the training and expectations of the supervisory coach. It will be his turn at the next batting bench, so he must hit the base.

Liangzhen put on the protective gear, walked to the playing bench, and nodded to the referee.The black boy opposite him had a provocative look on his face, as if he was saying that he would fight if he had the ability.Indeed, his ball is sharp and has a strong tail, so he may not be able to hit it. The previous few times he hit the ball out of bounds or high fly, and he failed to hit the center of the ball with one hit.

It seems that after winning this game, I have to go back and practice swinging a thousand times.

...but only if you can win...

As long as they fly in front of me, I will knock them all out.

With a bang, the wooden bat and baseball collided fiercely, making a very textured sound.

Bingo, he guessed it was a vertical slider, couldn't help but smile.Although he couldn't knock it out, it was a double hit anyway, and now he is standing on the scoring circle...  

The look of the blond boy with his body on his back, ready to steal a base all the time made the black boy on the mound even more annoyed.After the concentrated team paused for adjustment, the black teenager shook the white chalk bag in his hand and gave Liang Zhen a meaningful look.

The moment the black boy raised his arms around his arms, Liang Zhen rushed to third base like an agile cheetah.

[Steal the base, steal the base. 】

Liang Zhen could no longer hear any sound, as long as the base bag in front of him, he would be able to touch it.

It's almost there, it's almost there.

Suddenly, there was a sudden change, a sharp pain hit his elbow, and he had already collided with the third base defender.

His elbow was dripping with blood and spots, Liang Zhen snorted, the referee, supervisor and teammates ran over one after another, and soon he was carried into the ambulance, and the game was also lost because of his accident.

The olecranon of the ulna was broken, the nerve was once damaged, and the diagnosis was made after being stepped on by a spiked shoe.

He didn't guard against the viciousness of the opponent, thinking that any game is upright, such as his grandfather and Mr. Honda, his father and Mr. Shigeno, they are both opponents and friends, and they will never use despicable means to win the game.

Was he underestimating the determination of others to win?

Joe Gibson II looked at his son [Don't worry about anything now, take care of your wounds]

【Can't even handle baseball?】

【...you can't play baseball, you can do other things】

【......Yeah......】

Liangzhen is just confused, he won't really cry like a teenager, crying about the shattering of his dreams, he just doesn't know, can he really give up baseball?

The shattering of dreams is not about being able to regain the old days all at once. The family members are a little worried about Liang Zhen's smiling and unusual behavior. Sato's mother's worry intensifies. It was sent to Japan and handed over to his uncle Sato Hisaya.The result of the family's constant discussion is that changing the environment may be able to heal the pain in his heart.

God knows, he was just swaying, and only when he came to Qingdao did he realize that he still wanted to play baseball and stand on that mound.

Sato Ryoma may not be able to do what Shigeno Goro can do.Although he is not a baseball idiot like Uncle Shigeno, he wants to play baseball as much as he does.

With his luggage on his back, he refused his uncle's offer to see him off, and walked to Qingliao alone.