baseball boy

There is no creature with more self-respect than a pitcher. Miyuki glanced at the motionless boy. His blond hair was white by the light during the day, and his face was also pale.

"Supervisor, it's not enough yet." Liang Zhen's bright white teeth bit her bright red lips a little pale.

"Don't make me say it a second time," the tall supervisor looked down at the blond boy with his head down. Even Miyuki could feel the horror in the supervisor's eyes under the sunglasses, "Don't make me say the second time." Twice, otherwise you will get out of Qingdao."

The indifferent words made the boy's shoulders tremble slightly.

Takashima Rei pushed the glasses, she will not stop Supervisor Kataoka from doing so, because she also wants to know what kind of balls you can throw with your injured right hand, Sato Ryoma, this will determine your future fate.

The reason why Ryo really doesn't want to throw the ball is nothing more than his ridiculous self-esteem. Doesn't he know what it's like to be able to throw the ball with his injured right hand?After all, I still can't accept the transformation from an ace pitcher who everyone admires for his talent to a useless person who can shoot the ball at a speed that even elementary school students can't match.

It's ridiculous, maybe it's time for him to give up this meaningless self-esteem, isn't he coming to Qingdao just for this, to find a new way of baseball.

Miyuki keenly sensed the change in Sato Ryoma's breath, and was really looking forward to his pitching more and more, his white teeth were particularly obvious in the dark smile.

Cang Mo caught a glimpse, curled his lips, and was thinking of some bad idea again, plotting against others all day long.In fact, he was also very curious about what kind of balls that kid could throw.

Liang Zhen raised his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Okay, but I need gloves and a ball."

"Kawakami, lend him your equipment first." Director Kataoka called out, and saw a boy who was not tall and had a hamster-like face running over quickly.

Kawakami seemed to be taken aback when he saw Liang Zhen, smiled at him, and put the baseball glove and baseball into his hands.

The corners of Takashima Rei's mouth lightly lifted, as expected of the child he valued, he accepted the challenge so quickly, and he would make a decision if he had to. This child definitely has the potential to be a trump card.

Sato-kun, what kind of ball do you throw...

Everyone was attracted by the formation just now, Ryoma walked slowly to the mound, and when he looked towards the home plate, he found Miyuki was already standing there with a protective gear.

Seeing the staff members standing densely next to him, Ryoma took a little breath.How long has he been on the mound, whether it's 10 months or a year, and sure enough he still likes the feeling of standing here.

Everyone noticed that the young man standing in the center had a smile on his face, and his delicate cheeks instantly became more dazzling.

"Damn it, why didn't that brat vote? What are you doing standing there?" Cang Chi grinned, "You're still smiling like a woman."

"Kuramo, I think you are jealous of his handsome parents." The narrow-eyed Kominato Ryosuke said suddenly.

Even Keisuke Miyauchi exhaled two breaths of white air from his nose, seeming to agree with Minato's words.

Kuramochi: ..........O__O"..........

"You only have five shots, remember to shoot your best shot."

Miyuki ran up from the original, "How have you decided, what pitch to throw?" He glanced at Ryo Mama who had been holding the baseball and said nothing, "Is it a curveball or a slider, why don't you shoot a changeup .What's your tiebreaker?"

Liang Zhen took a deep breath, looked at Miyuki's eager expression, and couldn't help pouring cold water on her, "My tiebreaker is a changeup," seeing Miyuki's expression as expected, he changed the subject, "But I can't shoot right now," Ryoma stretched out his right hand, "It can only throw straight balls now, and the speed does not exceed 90km/h. What I want to shoot is this kind of weak ball that hits the center of the heart. Miyuki-senpai, do a good job Are you ready?"

Miyuki was startled, what do you mean, his right hand......

Miyuki walked down the mound in a daze, put on his mask, squatted on the home plate, squeezed the glove with his hands, as if trying to squeeze it bigger, opened the glove, and placed it in the center, looking at it with a complicated expression. Looking at the boy in front.

No wonder he said now is not the time, no wonder he has been exercising his left hand...

Everyone was watching him, watching him raise his feet, wrap his arms around, and swing out.

The slow trajectory stretched from the mound to home plate, into Miyuki's glove.

There is no crisp "snap" sound of entering the glove, and the trajectory is frighteningly slow.Everyone was stunned, and the entire stadium was lonely and silent.

The whole ball is weak and has no tail strength. It is obviously a straight ball without power. To be honest, this is the worst ball Miyuki has ever caught since he entered high school or even junior high school. According to his previous practice, he might step forward and ignore it. Regardless of cursing, he counted the opponent from head to toe, but now, Miyuki feels that he doesn't know what to say...... Can he still say niceball against his will?

Miyuki glanced at the supervisor, seeing that he was still standing there with his hands folded and looking at Ryoma, wiped the ball, and threw it back to Ryoma.

"Now you switch to your left hand."

The supervisor's words caused commotion in the crowd, some whispers emerged, and even Miyuki looked at the supervisor a few more times.It looks like his left hand practice is not perfect, that feeling of stagnation, are you sure you can cast the kind that the supervisor wants?

Supervisor Kataoka’s voice always came out of nowhere. Ryo really calmed down. Although he only threw the ball at a speed of 90km/h just now, it took a lot of strength from him. Sure enough, his right hand could no longer throw the ball. With the sweat dripping from his body, Ryoma put the glove on his right hand and switched to his left hand to hold the ball.

Wind-up, the same kick, arms around, the moment he took the step, the dust was flying, and Miyuki, who was squatting on the home plate, only felt a blue wave of light rushing towards him in the dust covering the sky, bringing a wave of light. A turbulent wave rushed towards his glove.

The moment the pupils contracted, there was a "snap", and the perfect combination of the ball and the glove rang in everyone's ears.

Except for a few people from the first army who could barely catch the trace of the ball, the people from the second and third armies didn't even react. They only saw a laser-like thing shooting towards the home plate.

"Bad ball."

Sure enough, the current me only has the speed of the ball, the ball control is not good, and I am too far away from the strike zone.After moving the fingers of the left hand, it seems that the training of the left hand has to be strengthened.

Deputy Minister Ota's eyes widened, and his lips became diamond-shaped, "This,,, how fast does this have to be?"

Rei Takashima held the 152km/h displayed on the speedometer in front of Ota.

"What, it's 152km/h, this... this kid is only in the first grade."

"I will officially enter school in April next year, and I'm just a junior high school student now." Rei Takashima smiled brightly.

"Ryoma Sato, if you can practice ball control well before school starts in April, I'll let you join the First Army." Kataoka's plain words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing an uproar in everyone's hearts.

Tanba Ichiro glanced at the boy who was still standing there, and clenched his fists.

"Now everyone disbands and trains independently."

"Miyuki, Sato, come with me."

Their eyes met, and the two followed in the footsteps of Supervisor Kataoka.

As soon as Miyuki and Ryoshin entered, they found Rei Takashima and Ota there, and they were both taken aback for a moment.

"Ryoma Sato, male, 15 years old, served as the ace pitcher of the Dolphins in the American Junior Baseball League before the age of 14. He is good at changing speedballs and high-speed straight balls. Finger balls, etc., the average speed is 150km/h, right?" Rei Takashima took a document and read it out carefully, except for Supervisor Kataoka and Rei Takashima, everyone else was taken aback.

Yabai, Miyuki didn't expect his new roommate to have such a gorgeous resume. It seems that I still underestimated him before. What should I do? I really want to catch the ball thrown by his right hand before he was injured. It must be very interesting.

As a catcher, he always wants to tease any pitcher he finds interesting. What Liang Zhen doesn't know is that he has been targeted by a black-bellied catcher who is lurking in the open.

"You're talking about the old me, but now I can't shoot so many balls."

"The purpose of calling you here is very simple. We are still several months away from the Kanto competition. I hope before that," Kataoka glanced at Miyuki, "Miyuki, you are in charge of his pitcher training."

"Yes." I was so excited, as if I could observe the precious animals up close, Miyuki's grin was getting bigger and bigger.

Miyuki-senpai smiled too much.Liang really felt that things were getting further and further away from what he expected.

"This is the left-hand flexibility training menu I made for you. You have to do it every day, understand?" Takashima Rei handed a thick menu to Liang Zhen, and took a deep look at him, "You eat with your left hand , write with your left hand, this is very good, it shows that you have the awareness of being a pitcher, and there are many people who have changed from right-handed to left-handed, but I believe you understand the hardships involved...."

"The training is very hard. If you have the determination and self-esteem as a pitcher, you will survive even if you die." Director Kataoka's deep and deep voice sounded.

"No, I abandoned my self-esteem as a pitcher a year ago," Ryoma paused, "However, I decided to take it back myself now."

There seemed to be something burning in the eyes of the blond boy.

"Haha, good," Supervisor Kataoka waved his hand with a smile on his resolute face, "It's getting late, you guys go to rest, we will be sleeping together in winter in a few days."