"Please give me your guidance!"
The freshman match of Seidou High School is about to start! The two sides of the match are the second and third graders of the second team, and all the freshmen of Seidou High School this year! The starting lineup of the freshmen this time, except for the first baseman, is almost the strongest lineup they can come up with.
From the pitching mound to the outfielders, they were all the big stars from junior high school.
After being threatened by the second team, these players lost their previous arrogance and became as docile as kittens.
In the top of the first inning, the second team attacked.
"Why are you all so quiet? You weren't like this when you first got here!"
The first batter of the second team came up and started talking trash without stopping.
In his eyes, this group of people were just like "little chickens."
"Don't be scared by him, Tojo, give him your best pitch!"
Kanemaru at third base adjusted his cap and shouted to Tojo on the pitcher's mound.
Both of them are from the Matsukata Youth Baseball Team and have an extraordinary tacit understanding.
When Tojo was in trouble, Kanemaru couldn't just stand by and watch.
The two of them had promised to work together to help Seidou High School enter Koshien!
"Oh?"
The first batter of the second team also noticed Kanemaru and looked in the direction of third base.
Kanemaru is not an ordinary person. He is not afraid at all. Instead, he glared back.
"Since you are so loyal, I'll start with you."
The first batter of the second team laughed.
"Come on! Let me see what the best pitcher in the first grade has!"
The first batter of the second team pointed his bat at Tojo Hideaki.
"Don't look down on me! What's the best pitcher in the first grade? That title should be mine! It's mine!"
A loud voice came from the first-year lounge. Everyone turned around and saw a dazed boy who looked furious for some reason and was shouting towards the field.
But this voice was just a bit overestimating one's own abilities.
Although Tojo is not as good as Zhou Hao, he is still one of the top four players in Tokyo.
And what about him? No one seems to know him.
He is Eijun Sawamura, the ace pitcher from an unknown team in the Nagano area.
In the first round of the game, the team was eliminated because of a "wild pitch."
He was also the only one in the entire first grade who was late and yet still wanted to sneak into the team.
It is also because of this that he has never been favored by Director Kataoka.
It was not until today that he was allowed by Coach Kataoka to train with the first-years and was granted permission to participate in this welcome match.
"Who is that guy?"
"I don't know him."
"Is he this year's star player?"
"Probably not. I've seen star players from all regions this year, and few of them came to Seidou."
"So, he is just an ignorant kid?"
Everyone in the second team's lounge was discussing Sawamura.
Finally, they came to a conclusion: this guy might just be a layman.
If you knew the strength of Seidou High School's second team, you might not dare to make such big claims.
"The game begins!"
The game has finally begun!
Tojo stood on the pitcher's mound, his young face looking a little nervous.
"Whoosh!"
He exerted force with his right hand and the baseball flew out.
Looking at the flying white ball, the first batter did not hesitate at all.
"Clang!"
The baseball was hit.
Facing this ball, the batter used a chopping stance.
It's nothing; I just wanted to teach Kanemaru a lesson. What Kanemaru said just now made him feel that this boy was a bit interesting.
When everyone was timid, he was the only one who could still maintain the arrogance he had when he first joined Seidou High School.
"Kanemaru, I leave it to you!"
The chopping style of play is not normally used by hitters.
His slashing style of play from top to bottom is destined to be a ground ball.
Unless you want to force points, no one will use normal attacks.
This approach really does more harm than good.
Seeing the baseball rolling at a very fast speed, Kanemaru's expression was very ugly, and he himself didn't know whether he could block it.
"Ah!"
Kanemaru pounced towards the baseball! Unfortunately, it was too late! Before Kanemaru could pounce, the baseball had already rolled over and sped to the left outfield.
"It went through!"
First-year shock!
This ball went through Kanemaru's defense! When Kanemaru was in junior high school, he was also a famous third baseman with a huge defensive area.
But in the eyes of the second team, these were full of loopholes!
No one was out, and there was a runner on first base.
The second team took the lead with a hit.
"This isn't a normal level of Tojo."
Zhou Hao sat in the lounge and gave his own opinion.
"What do you mean?"
The younger brother next to him was a little curious and wanted to know how Zhou Hao made that judgment.
"It's very simple. You will know if you go back and watch Matsukata's game today. Tojo didn't stretch his body at all when he pitched this time. It must be very uncomfortable to throw the ball this way. The speed of this ball was also 1 to 2 kilometers lower than his average level."
Zhou Hao said with reason.
The little brother next to him also nodded.
This is how top players read people's expressions. You can tell a player's ability from just one ball.
"I'm sorry, Tojo, I didn't block this ball!"
After Kanemaru got up, he admitted his mistake to Tojo.
Tojo just nodded and didn't say anything.
He knew that Kanemaru was trying to prevent him from feeling such a heavy psychological burden.
He is the team's pitcher, the most important position, and his psychology is naturally the most important.
But the following game developed in the completely opposite direction of what Kanemaru had imagined.
In the eyes of these second-tier troops, Tojo's pitching was completely insignificant.
Even with just a glance, they could immediately lock onto the center of the ball and sweep it out.
The fielders were not familiar with each other and only wanted to show themselves, which led to missing many opportunities and even making many low-level mistakes!
The idea in Zhou Hao's mind seemed to have come true.
There was still not enough tacit understanding among everyone.
There was no way to defend against the fierce attack of the second team.
"Everyone is so arrogant. Everyone wants to prove themselves and quickly improve their status in the team. So they play in a scattered manner and don't seem to be a team. Now it seems that they are not big stars at all, but just a group of outsiders with strong limbs."
Zhou Hao shook his head, not shying away from criticizing the first-year students.
The first half of the first round finally ended after fifteen minutes! In this round, the second team's attack was very fierce and did not give the first graders any chance to take advantage.
In the end, they concluded the game with a score of 7:0!
Even among the first graders, there were their junior high school and youth baseball juniors here.
But they seemed not to know each other and had no intention of letting him go.