Chapter 34: The Old Father and Son

Too late!

With a bad judgment in his heart, Sawamura did not panic at all. He took off the glove in front of him, his right hand, and stretched out his left hand at the same time.

This guy is going to catch the ball with his bare hands!

In the cowshed of Nagano Metropolis, Fengxiang Longyi's eyes gradually changed from leisurely and self-satisfied to inconceivable.

Catch the ball with your bare hands?

Make no mistake, Sawamura is a pitcher. Although this kind of pass is not as powerful as a bat, Fengxiang Aoyi's passing speed is also over 100 kilometers. If you catch the ball with your bare hands, you might injure yourself?

Akagi is a team formed with Sawamura as the core. Once Sawamura is injured, it is conceivable that Akagi Middle School will inevitably collapse.

With such a big risk, Sawamura didn't care at all, and just reached out and grabbed the ball.

"Snapped!"

Even if it's not the kind of hard ball that is used for high school groups, it's just an ordinary soft ball, and it hurts to hit the hand.

Sawamura couldn't help baring his teeth, and then passed the ball back to Fengxiang Ouichi.

"Snapped!"

"Out!"

Sawamura fought for a few tenths of a second by himself, and just made up for the tenths of a second that the original Nagano runners who stood at third base had taken the lead. The time difference is made up, and the results in the next chapter will become simple.

Feng Xiang Ouichi was at home plate and easily struck a runner from Nagano Metropolis.

Three outs, an extremely thrilling number of three outs.

Although the process was a bit difficult, Sawamura managed to hold on.

In the stands, the audience who originally came to see the performance of the Chicheng Middle School Comedy Troupe had their eyes wet for no apparent reason.

A kind of tragic and solemn emotion called moving, flowing in their hearts.

"Akagi! Sawamura!!!"

"Akagi, Sawamura!!!"

At first it was just one or two, and then gradually hundreds of people started shouting wildly.

The momentum of these people erupted in unison, for the first time overwhelmed the supporters of the Nagano Metropolitan High School opposite.

At this moment, the hundreds of viewers have the same expectation.

Win it, Akagi!

Without knowing it, Xiao Lin was moved to tears.

"Sawamura, come on!!!"

He followed the others around and shouted together.

The total score was 2:0. The game ushered in the second half of the seventh inning. Akagi Middle School attacked.

Feng Xiang Long Yi's face became serious, and he didn't have the dashing look at the beginning.

"It looks like we have to admit that our opponents are very strong!"

He said in a low voice: "But the initiative in the game is still on our side, and we are still ahead. Don't lose the two-point advantage, use this advantage to destroy the opponent."

"Oh!!!"

Nagano Metropolitan Junior High School is completely without the sloppiness at the beginning. At this moment, the battle-hardened Nagano King, Nagano Metropolitan High School, is back.

"As long as you don't drop points, you won't lose."

Mali stood up and said in a deep voice, "I will confront them head-to-head, and the guards behind me are all up to you."

The proud Mari actually said the words of "please".

The little friends of Nagano Metropolitan were surprised, but also inspired their determination to maintain their own trump card.

"Oh!"

The coach and the ace successfully passed on their determination to the players.

"First bat, third baseman, Yamaguchi!"

"Whoosh!"

With a ball speed of more than 135 kilometers, Yamaguchi was at a loss.

Although he also wanted to go out, he extended his hope of attacking to Sawamura's hands. But this ball is too fast, people can't hit it at all!

"nice shot!"

"nice shot!"

"nice shot!"

"strike out!"

Without much suspense, Yamaguchi was struck out.

Once out, no one hits base.

Akagi is away from defeat, only two outs are left.

"Second, first baseman, Oda Benson!"

"nice shot!"

"nice shot!"

"nice shot!"

"strike out!"

Oda, who had high hopes from Akagi Middle School, did not hit the ball in the end. Marian, who broke out with all his strength, struck him with three goals.

Two outs, no one on base.

Nagano Metropolitan High School is only one game away from victory.

In the stands, the voices of the supporters of Akagi Middle School kept drifting away, and it seemed that they had no hope.

So far, Akagi has not scored a single hit.

They seem to have no hope of winning.

"The third stick, catcher, Feng Xiang Aoyi."

"nice shot!"

"Bad ball!"

"Ping!"

"The outside world!"

A good ball did not swing, a bad ball did not swing, and then the third ball, Feng Xiang hit the ball out of bounds. A throw-in counts as a strike before two strikes. In this way, Feng Xiang had two strikes and one strike, and was chased by the pitcher.

"Come on, Fengxiang!"

"Senior Fengxiang, it's up to you."

Akagi's friends also realized that the atmosphere was unusual, and they cheered Feng Xiang with their voices loud.

Feng Xiang Ao first looked behind him, where the friends kept cheering him on, and then he glanced at the bullpen opposite. There, Feng Xianglongyi looked at him indifferently, as if he didn't care about him at all.

Dad~

Father and son have not seen each other for many years since their parents divorced. Feng Xiang Aoyi has even blurred his father's appearance!

two years ago.

"Do you want to join our Nagano Metropolitan High School, Ouichi-san?"

Back then, the creature named Father appeared in front of Feng Xiangao in such a grand manner and asked him face to face.

He doesn't remember himself at all, even now he still uses the surname Fengxiang!

Hahahahahaha~

Abandoning the memory in his mind, Feng Xiang's face sank. Even without turning his head, he could feel Sawamura's fiery gaze.

Must hit out!

When did the catcher of the national runner-up become such a weak chicken? Can't even win against your own substitute?

Entering Akagi, did your body really rust?

No, it doesn't. Even if there is no competition, he has never given up swinging or practicing.

I'm not going to lose to anyone. Sooner or later, I will stand upright in front of Fengxiang Longyi and tell him.

"I'm Fengxiang Aoyi, Fengxiang with the same surname as yours."

"Ping!"

On the fourth ball, Feng Xiang Aoyi's body moved, and this movement was even faster than his brain's reaction.

After the baseball was hit, it flew through the fielder garrison of Nagano Metropolis as if it had drawn an arch.

"Go through, go through!!!"

"Super long play from Feng Xiangao's first classmate."

Feng Xiang ran to the second base in one breath, and then on the second base, he raised his arms and shouted wildly.

"what!"

No one understood what was really in his heart.

He waited for this moment, for too long.

Finally, the first hit of Akagi Middle School appeared. The creator of this hit was Feng Xiang, the third hitter of Akagi Middle School, and the catcher, Feng Xiang Oichi.

Two outs, someone at second base.

Akagi, who was on the edge of the cliff, was forcibly pulled back a little.

Next, it was Akagi Middle School's fourth, Sawamura Eijun.