"Mr. John!!!"
Kevin in the rest area jumped up excitedly.
If John Howe was not still in the game, he would have rushed up and picked John up.
"What's going on?"
"Why was the ball hit?"
"It must be a coincidence..."
"It must be, John's hitting ability just now, didn't you see it?"
Some players who were not optimistic about John began to whisper. But compared to before, their confidence was obviously not as strong.
After all, John's performance is there. No matter how the process was, he hit it out.
And the one who just pitched was the freshman Carl.
Carl's performance today was impeccable.
The kind of ball thrown from the side of the body is not only tricky at the angle, but also has good control...
Plus the changeup!
Although he is not a strong person, his pitching is genuine.
Even the stronger freshmen were unable to gain any advantage against Carl.
The few hits Carl had lost before were all caused by the defense.
In other words, John might be the only one who got a hit from Carl today.
"When did his batting ability become so strong?"
Not only the players, but also the two heads of the baseball team were surprised. However, the game was still going on at this time, and they had no way to call John to their side and ask him in detail.
The game continued.
Carl, who lost a point, quickly recovered from the batting. Although he doesn't look like a strong pitcher, he still has fighting spirit in his bones.
As long as he continues to stand on the pitcher's mound, he will not give the batter a chance.
One out, runner on first base. Michael, who has strong batting ability, was replaced by Rachel Thompson in the batter's box.
Compared with the second-year players of the previous year, this year's players not only have the prodigy Casey, but also several good prospects.
These people will have the opportunity to play the main role in the Seido High School baseball team in the future.
Among them was Michael.
He was a burly young man. After he stood in the batter's box, he raised the bat in his hand high. He looked like he could hit the ball at any time.
However, facing such a Michael, Carl did not flinch.
He pulled up his full posture and threw the ball decisively.
"Swoosh!"
The white baseball whizzed past, and Michael in the batter's box did not hit the ball.
"Snap!"
"Strike!"
Michael did hit the second ball. But the pitch did not enter the strike zone at all, so Michael's bat naturally returned in vain.
"Two strikes, the batter was chased."
"Carl's pitching felt too good today. The batter couldn't find any chance at all..."
"Even those who could touch the ball didn't hit it well."
The players who liked Carl muttered with relish.
But as they talked, they subconsciously looked at John.
The better Carl performed at this time, the more valuable John's hit would be.
"How did he do that?"
Even if people didn't say it, they would still have this question in their hearts.
Just as everyone was muttering, John, who had been staying at first base, suddenly moved.
He began to move to second base.
"He just wants to distract you, ignore him."
The catcher in charge of catching the ball obviously noticed this, and he signaled Carl nonchalantly.
Carl nodded as well.
Then he was seen getting ready to throw the third ball.
John, who saw Carl pitching, suddenly moved.
He was originally moving in small steps, and when Carl got ready, he couldn't throw the diversionary ball.
He stepped forward without hesitation and headed for second base.
"This time?"
Rachel Thompson, who was watching the game in the dugout, widened her eyes in surprise.
She looked at John who was running out in disbelief.
Just based on the choice of this time, John was better than the best stealer in the first team.
He completely saw through Carl's intentions.
Just when Rachel Thompson focused her attention completely on John.
John was out.
Although he chose the timing perfectly, he was too slow.
The catcher who saw him stealing the base dodged to the side and signaled Carl to throw a bad ball.
During the pitch, Carl forcibly changed the trajectory of the baseball, causing the ball to fall outside the strike zone.
Michael wanted to block it with the bat, but he couldn't reach it.
"Snap!"
The catcher caught the ball and passed it to second base without stopping.
"Snap!"
The shortstop, who was well prepared, caught the ball and came up to John, who was still five or six meters away from him, with a smile.
"Junior, you are too slow!"
If another runner started at that time, there would be at least a 50% chance of reaching the base.
But John was obviously not one of them.
His speed was relatively slow among the players in the three teams.
The game was still going on, and John had already ended up in disgrace.
He originally wanted to show more and try to take this opportunity to be promoted to the second team.
Unexpectedly, even the players in their three teams reacted and cooperated so well.
"Mr. John, you will definitely be promoted to the second team! Even if it doesn't work this time, it will definitely work next time."
Kevin rushed forward and gave John a big hug.
"Next time?"
According to the selection mechanism of their Seido High School baseball team, the next chance they will get may be in the autumn competition.
Compared with other people in the same grade, John fell behind by a lot.
"If you don't have the ability, don't try to show off!"
"How can you think of stealing bases when you're slower than a turtle?"
In addition to Kevin's blessing, John also heard someone mocking him.
"Instead of criticizing others here, why don't you think about how you perform on the field? When you help the team get an RBI, then judge the hero who scored, right?"
Rachel Thompson had come to John's side without knowing when, and clearly supported John.
The players who were mocking him just now suddenly became silent.
Leaving a bad impression on the team's top management, their future will probably be greatly affected.
Rachel Thompson ignored them and turned her attention to John.
"When you hit just now, you guessed where the baseball would land, right?"
Not only the last bat that hit the ball out, but also the position of John's hit when he swung the bat the second time.
It's just that the timing was a little slow.
Once may be a coincidence, but twice in a row...
"Coincidence! Sometimes, you can see it."
John didn't dare to admit it completely.
After all, he is different from other talented players. His vision is based on skills.
Moreover, this skill consumes a lot of energy and cannot be trained with conventional methods.
Once Rachel Thompson wants to verify it, John can't give her a satisfactory result.
"Can you only see it at certain times? Is it because you have a high concentration of mental power, especially during the game, that you have this feeling?"
Rachel Thompson said it so well that John couldn't think of any reason to refute it.
"That's right."
"That's super dynamic vision! John, come to the second team for training tomorrow."