baseball boy

Being stared at by a pair of big stupid eyes, Rao Shiliang could not help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Zhu Rong survived the crisis of being late for the morning exercise unharmed, Liang Zhen felt relieved.

After training at 7 o'clock, it was time for breakfast, and Zhu Rong spit it out gorgeously while eating the second bowl of rice.

As a result, Kuramochi and Miyuki were disgusted, and Kuramochi shouted angrily, "You bastard, don't vomit here ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)) has you))"

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Liangzhen looked at Eijun who was throwing up with a disheveled expression on his face, sighed and secretly transferred the rice in his bowl to his own.

The sharp-eyed black glasses on the opposite side seem to say, you will spoil him if you do this.Oops, the action was a little big and that guy saw it.

As a result, he received a good person card from Rongchun, and he had collected all the good person cards issued by Xu Rongchun, and naturally got the little tail of Zhurong.

"Wow, I didn't expect Xiao Zhen to be so powerful."

"By the way, Xiaozhen, did you play in the United States before?"

"Xiaozhen, are you a mixed race?"

"Xiaozhen..."

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Zhurong spoke louder and louder, danced and stared at Liang Zhen with admiration, all eyes were on them.

Liang Zhen inexplicably wants to find a hole to get in... ⊙﹏⊙‖∣°

What should I do, I really want to drag this thing away...

[Hey, hey, wait, what's Xiaozhen's name? 】

[I'm not Shintaro Midorima, am I playing fake baseball? ? ? ? 】

Zhu Rong suddenly turned his face straight, pointed at Liang Zhen, and shouted, "Even if Xiao Zhen is also a pitcher, I will not lose to Xiao Zhen. I am the man who wants to be the ace."

[Don't call me Xiaozhen, and keep your voice down, the supervisor has been watching you for a long time]

No matter how Ryoshin complained, Kataoka's face darkened a lot, and he walked towards Eijun with a gloomy expression.

Rong Chun realized that the supervisor, who looked as scary as the boss of the underworld, walked towards him and was startled, "Wow, uncle black sunglasses, what do you want to do?"

[Hey, hello, hello, stupid Rong, you can just complain in your heart, why do you have to say it, didn't you see Director Kataoka's face darkened a few levels? 】

Liang Zhen held his forehead weakly, it was really hopeless, just now he saw that the supervisor's eyebrows trembled obviously, almost stood upright, and his pace accelerated a little bit.

Um?Uncle Black Sunglasses, hahahaha, this is the first time someone called Supervisor that. This brat is even more fun than imagined. Miyuki grinned his neat white teeth and tried hard to suppress his chest that was heaving violently. His teeth are so white that he really wants to laugh. ,What do I do.

When Zhurong saw the supervisor running straight towards him, he finally became frightened, thinking that when Kataoka raised his hand to hit him, he quickly dodges, but the expected sympathy did not come over, he only felt a strong gust of wind blowing around him , Accompanied by countless exclamations, he raised his eyes to look at the baseball that had just been thrown onto the fence.

The baseball rubbed violently against the guardrail net, and it fell feebly after a few seconds, which shows how powerful the ball was just now.

All the first graders present, including Zhurong, were scared to death.

"This, how many meters does this have to be, at least 90 meters!??" ---by all first graders

"That's a matter of course. After all, that person refused the request of a professional baseball team before entering his alma mater as a supervisor. Even now, he is a terrible player." Masumi Makihara, a second-year student, looked proudly at the scared face. All new first-year members who are green.

Kataoka turned his arms with a gloomy face, "Just now, you said you want to become an ace, right? Then there is no need to say anything, prove it with your strength," he said, throwing the white baseball in his hand to Eijun, "If you Throw the ball over the fence over there, and I approve of you as a first-team pitcher."

When Zhu Rong heard this, before he could be happy, Kataoka changed the subject, "However, if you fail to hit the fence, you have to give up your qualification as a pitcher."

Cangchi took some gloating and picked out his earwax, "It seems that the supervisor didn't plan to let him join the first army, and put him in the guardrail. It's probably not very likely."

It's really getting more and more interesting. Under the goggles, Miyuki Kazuya's brown eyes flickered slightly, if he could cast them...

Rong Chun was taken aback, obviously knowing what the current test meant, holding the small white ball in his hand, and raised a confident smile, "Hahahaha, it really deserves to be a famous family, it's so simple, that is, just let the ball lightly Just fly over there."

【This kid...】 Supervisor Kataoka raised his eyebrows.

The stupid smile immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of several other first graders, "You are talking about it, you know?"

"What do you mean by flying over gently!"

Jinmaru: "Do you know your record?"

Zhurong looked calm: "I don't know."

Jinmaru and several other first graders: >_<|||

Eijun's big eyes showed a hint of longing, and his white teeth were a little swaying, "However, you can't become an ace if you stumble in this kind of place." He raised his eyes and looked at Liang Zhen who was standing in the crowd and looked at him, I've seen him pitch, but he must be good, how can I lose to him?That way you don’t have the right to stand with him]

"Hmm---"---by Miyuki Kazuya's Enigma.

Miyuki, who was about to do hitting practice, also stopped.

"Come on, the first shot of commemorative high school life," on the court, the cheerful young man who has been watched by everyone, turned his arms to fully warm up his shoulders, trotted, and stretched his left arm, facing the direction of the guardrail Smashed a white track.

The white baseball flew closer and closer to the guardrail, Zhu Rong showed a smug smile, but just when the ball was only a few meters away from the guardrail, the white trajectory made a sharp turn, hit the sand, and rolled forward a few steps , barely rolled to the guard block.

Kataoka clearly noticed the change in the trajectory of the ball, and his expression turned serious.

Stupid Rong petrified on the spot.

"Hahahahaha"

The scene was quiet for a few seconds, and then thunderous laughter broke out.

"According to the agreement, you are disqualified from being a pitcher. Now go for a run, and other first-year freshmen will go for an ability test."

Churong looked at the back of Kataoka leaving, wanting to cry but not crying.

Liang Zhen couldn't help stroking Zhurong's fluffy hair, "Don't worry, there is still a chance."

"Xiaozhen..." Two tears flowed down like lasagna, but there was a stubbornness in the big pupils, "I must become an ace."

Liang Zhen looked at the boy who was sweating alone on the runway, and couldn't help but smile a little, hard work can't lie, the gravel will turn into a shining diamond one day.

"Freshmen, if you want to be a pitcher, go over there and try out pitching." The coach holding the scoring test pointed to the pitcher's mound.

Uncle Shigeno changed his left-handed pitch and learned the pro spiral ball. Coupled with his ball speed of 160km/h, he can be called a magic ball. Even his father couldn’t hit the first hit. This is definitely the height he yearns for. .

It's a pity that although the sensitivity of my left hand has improved, it is not my dominant hand after all. When touching the ball, the touch of my fingertips is always a little bit worse. Although I can throw a high-speed ball exceeding 150km/h, according to the four-square grid If it is divided, it is barely able to enter the strike zone. Once it is divided according to the nine-square grid, the difference is far away. Such a pitch cannot meet the requirements of an actual game.

Liang Zhen spread out his left hand, the thick calluses on the palm became hard, and many thin calluses and some small blisters also appeared on the pads and fingertips of the five slender and fair fingers.

"Next, Ryoma Sato."

"Yes"

He quickly ran to the pitcher's mound, took the small white ball from the coach's hand, stepped on the soft sand, and stepped on the uneven place.

I squeezed the brim of my hat, the sun was a little too dazzling today, I turned the non-slip bag lying on the ground upside down, squeezed the baseball in my hand, and looked up to see that the catcher at home plate had been replaced by Miyuki at some point.

This black-bellied glasses can be found everywhere, but he usually has a bad smile on his face today, he looks serious today, wearing goggles, he looks more like Ikemen, took a deep breath, and tried to focus on this On the splayed glove before the base.

Liang Zhen opened his slightly hot shoulders, slowly raised his hands, wrapped them around his arms, and took a big step forward, a cloud of dust flew up along the strength of his feet, and with a sudden wave, a blue wave-like trajectory flew fast Run to home plate.

"bad ball"

Although it didn't hit the place where Miyuki placed his gloves, the speed of the ball over 150km/h still caused an uproar among the surrounding people.

"What is the origin of that guy, why is he so powerful."

"Didn't you hear the self-introduction? I grew up in the United States and have been playing in the Junior League."

"Really, fake, so good, but the ball can't go into the strike zone, bad ball control?"

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"Don't be nervous, lower the pitch of the ball a little bit." Miyuki lifted his mask and shouted towards Ryoma.

Still not working?As soon as the shot was made, Ryoma felt that he hadn't entered the strike zone.

The secret signal I hit was an upper inside corner kick, and he threw the ball way too high above the strike zone. Sure enough, is the sensitivity of the left hand still not as good as that of the right?

"bad ball"

"bad ball"

"bad ball"

After throwing four balls, Liang Zhen's eyes became a little anxious, and he couldn't make it to the place where Miyuki put his gloves. Although he only threw four balls, his body seemed to be wet from the beginning, and the sweat between his eyebrows flowed down the bridge of his nose into his insides Lining, with a cool feeling.

"next."

Liang Zhen paused for wiping his sweaty hands, and suddenly raised his head to look at the source of the voice, meeting a pair of indifferent eyes that could not see any emotion or anger.

"Supervisor, I..."

"Ryoma Sato, you are not qualified as a pitcher now, go over there for the next test."