I Loaded the Love Game

Rin Kiyono watched Watanabe Toru until he disappeared at the end of the corridor.

She turned back to the VIP table.

"Where did you go?" asked Mrs. Kiyano.

"Where is Watanabe?" Kujo Miki looked behind her.

Mrs. Kujo glanced at her daughter, it was an expression that was completely inseparable from someone.

"Go and persuade Watanabe to do something that you want to do even if it is not good for others and irresponsible." Rin Kiyono sat down in his seat and looked at the court.

From the time she entered the Jingu Stadium, her expression became serious until now.

Kujo Miki frowned slightly, then sneered at the corner of her mouth, and cast her gaze to the Kamikawa coaching bench.

"Watanabe-kun is going to play?" Mrs. Kiyono asked curiously.

"Yeah." Kiyano Rin nodded, "He wants to show me what it means to stand above everyone."

"Ah," Mrs. Kiyano covered her mouth, "coming on stage at a critical moment, she has a kingly temperament."

"Yes." Mrs. Kujo said with a narrow smile, "My precious son won't see his mother lose, so he has taken the initiative to play. You fake mother prepare to learn how to bark a dog."

"Although it is my son, I don't think he can turn Kamikawa's defeat into victory." Mrs. Kiyano said.

at this time.

"Oh?" the male commentator was surprised, "Kamikawa's coach walked up to the pitcher's hill, and the game was temporarily suspended!"

"Should I communicate with the pitcher or change the pitcher?" the female commentator guessed.

"No matter which one, it is the right decision. The relay pitcher in front of him has obviously a mentality problem and has lost his ability to hold the ball."

"Okay, get the news, it's to change the pitcher!"

"Let's look forward to Kamikawa's third pitcher! See if this rescue pitcher can end Sanmatsu's offense and let the game enter the second half!"

VIP seats.

"Student Mihime," Kiyono Rin smiled contemptuously, "Watanabe Toru's most arrogant side, the true and unconstrained one, please watch."

Kujo Miki touched her face and casually said, "I'm looking forward to it."

After the short replacement time, the male commentator exclaimed: "It's really a wonderful game."

"Yes, Sansong proved what passion is! What is hard work! What is miracle creation!"

"You have become a fan of Sansong!"

"Well! The more difficult it is, the less you don't give up. This is not just a slogan! They will continue to score!"

With the excited voice of the female commentator, the atmosphere of the stadium was rekindled.

"Sansong!"

"Come on!"

"The rescue pitcher is in place, the game continues!"

Following the male commentator's voice, the camera lens aimed at the pitcher mound and zoomed in.

Above the outfield seats of the stadium, the large electronic screen showed the figure of Watanabe Toru.

It's easy not to take Sansong seriously!

Unmatched confidence!

Look down on everyone's arrogance!

Unbelievable arrogance!

He stepped on the pitcher's mound, as if stepping on a corpse.

He looked around at the 30,000 spectators, as if saying that it is you who will be stepped underfoot next.

Everyone fell into a brief silence. Even if there were 30,000 people across the court, they still didn't dare to speak loudly, and was frightened by the man's momentum.

The teenager on the pitcher mound suddenly pointed at all the teachers and students of Kamikawa High School.

A brief silence.

Next, Kamikawa High School, which was originally messy, turbulent, and restless...

"Ah—" a certain boy yelled, raising his arms.

"Watanabe--!"

"Watanabe! Watanabe! Watanabe!" The voices of more than a thousand people merged into one.

The mountains whirred to the tsunami, almost crazy.

The boy on the pitcher mound retracted his hand and looked at the home plate of the Sansong High School hitter from a bird's eye view.

"This, this... is quite popular." The male commentator stumbled.

"Looks very handsome... a very confident pitcher! Looking forward to his performance! Can it be reversed?!" the female commentator shouted.

At this time, the rest of the audience recovered.

"Sansong! Sansong! Sansong!" The support team of Sansong High School roared unwillingly.

The game seemed to have renewed suspense, and the audience's emotions were ignited, and they beat the inflatable bats in their hands and shouted hard.

"Smart, powerful, handsome, perfect synonymous, there is such an attractive man in this world." Mrs. Kiyano sighed.

"It fits the image of a husband I portrayed in my heart when I was fifteen years old." Mrs. Kujo also praised her.

Kujo Miki looked at the pitcher hill, enjoying the cheers of the crowd, Watanabe Toru, her eyes flickering.

"Anything you want to say, Mihime classmate?" Rin Kiyono said in a victorious tone.

It was she who made Toru Watanabe like this!

"Want to know?" Kujo Miki turned to look at her, smiling.

Without waiting for Qing Ye Rin's answer, her delicate and noble face leaned forward, her delicate and attractive lips pressed to Qing Ye Rin's ear.

"It's delicious." She whispered in her undulating voice, and the heat hit Qingye Rin's ears.

Kiyano Rin couldn't hide his body, and glanced at her coldly.

Kujo Miki left her with a cruel and impatient smile on her face.

Looking forward to this evening.

Jingu Stadium, the Kamikawa Music Club, once again played "The Laurels Shine for You".

That last year, in the national wind music competition, the teenagers who conquered everyone by their own efforts, they have absolute trust.

Their music is magnificent and vigorous, and the shouts of the other teachers and students are getting more and more intense.

At Kamikawa High School, some like Toru Watanabe, some are sensual to him, and some hate him.

But whether it is worship, hate, or contempt, one thing is beyond doubt in the eyes of everyone at Kamikawa High School, that is, Toru Watanabe is a true genius.

As long as he didn't lose, Kamikawa didn't lose!

The teachers and students of Kamikawa put down the signs, gave up a week of training, stood up, and shouted the names of the teenagers on the court.

"Watanabe! Watanabe!"

Koizumi Aona looked at Pitcher Hill excitedly.

That's the person who really shoulders the glory of Kamikawa, the person she likes.

Amidst the cheers, Watanabe pressed the baseball cap lightly and smiled uncontrollably at the corner of his mouth.

‘Kamikawa, my alma mater...then, Sansong, I’m sorry. ’

He raised his head, carrying the expectations of everyone in Kamikawa.

‘This summer, even if the goddess of luck does not favor Kamikawa. ’

‘But it will not end there. ’

‘There is a promise about midsummer, everything that I don’t want to end, I will fulfill it for you! ’

‘Fate, whatever your original plan, now, reverse it for me! ’

Toru Watanabe raised the ball with both hands, raised his legs, and flicked his arms.

Strong pitching.

The harsh wind.

"Bang!" The ball fell into the catcher's glove.

"Di!" Electronic screen, "165kmh!"

"A good shot!" the referee said in a lonely and empty voice.

The stadium is as quiet as a heavy snowfall.

Then...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

The throat is about to burst, and the saliva is splashing!

"165! 165! New in Koshien..." The voice of the commentary was covered.

"Did you see it! Did you see it!" Koizumi Aona pulled Akiko excitedly.

"I saw it!" Akoko excitedly waved the inflatable bat while pulling the T-shirt that he was about to fall.

"Watanabe! Watanabe! Watanabe!"

The conversation between the two was inaudible amidst Kamikawa's enthusiastic voice.

"Ah--" On the field, the other eight Kamikawa screamed at Watanabe.

No matter how excited and passionate the words are, they can't express their feelings at this time.

"Watanabe--!" Kuni Shuo's neck was covered with blue veins, and he was excited to rush over and punch Watanabe Teru.

The lens is given to the teenager on the pitching mound.

The catcher was walking over with the ball and said something to him.

He didn't say anything, just patted the other person on the shoulder. This simple action made the audience even more excited.

He looks arrogant, too handsome, not enough athletes at all, has no passion, and doesn't put his opponents in the eyes.

Even so, people still yearn to worship him!

This is the strong one!

Born to enjoy the cheers of everyone!

After the mad call, the second ball.

"Drip! 166kmh!"

"Second shot!"

"Oh!" uniformly exclaimed from the audience.

Anyone who understands baseball can hold their breath.

What is that concept?

This ball speed does not change the ball, but the power of the ball itself is daunting.

What is the power of the ball?

The hard ball at the speed of 166 per hour went straight to the forehead, while the middle was fractured. Unfortunately, he hit his head. Even if he was wearing a helmet, he would bleed into the skull. If he didn't immediately rescue him, he would definitely die on this court.

Facing Toru Watanabe's pitch is no longer a baseball game, but a test of life and death.

This is the power of the ball!

"Kuroda! Don't be scared!" Sansong coaching bench, everyone shouted at the beaters on the beaters' bench.

Kuroda looked back at everyone, then at the man on the pitcher's mound, swallowing hard.

Is it really worth risking your life for a game?

......worth it!

And as long as the ball hits oneself, it is a touch ball! Everyone in Sansong can get to the base and get another point!

Even if you are hospitalized, even if you study, you can't hide!

"Come on!" Kuroda clenched the bat and shouted at the boy in the pitching mound.

At this moment, in Yu Guangli, Kamikawa's pitcher moved his glove, and it was actually placed under his arm. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

If... if... the 165-hour ball is aimed here... as long as you don't control the ball a little...

It hits the arm and the bone breaks directly;

If it hits the stomach, will it break through?

Or the chin? All the teeth are lost?

"What will happen? Let someone tell me! ’

"Drip! 165kmh!"

"But-wicked -!" Kuroda was full of anger at himself. Instead of swinging his stick, he dodged his body instead.

"Strikes!"

"3 goals! All ball speeds are above 165!" The female commentator has lost her mind.

Then, the male commentator yelled out everyone's heart:

"monster!"

The girls from Kamikawa High School cried with joy.

Although only one hitter has been eliminated, two more have to be eliminated to end the game;

Although even if this is over, it is still three points behind, precarious;

But, but...

As long as you see the pitching mound, the young man who doesn't put everyone in his eyes, as a member of Kamikawa, will be full of confidence in his heart.

monster?

My predecessor!

My classmate!

My younger brother!

my student!

Speaking! Met in the hallway! Be an opponent at the sports meeting! Flyers were distributed at the cultural festival!

Our school! Watanabe of Kamigawa!

"Watanabe! Watanabe! Watanabe!"

At this moment, Toru Watanabe raised his hand and made a quiet gesture towards them.

Not only Kamikawa, but also the 30,000 spectators, the blowing wind, and the rising dust, everything seems to have stopped.

In the silence, Watanabe slammed his fist towards the sky:

"Kamikawa!"

The roar roared across the sky.

"what--"

"Kamikawa! Kamikawa! Kamikawa!"

The mountains screamed and the earth broke apart.

The wind began to blow and the sun became more intense. Everyone stood up and said "Kanchuan" to infect everyone present.

Even if you don't understand the ball, even if you don't hear what Watanabe says, you will be trapped by the atmosphere.

"Kamikawa! Kamikawa! Kamikawa!"

"Drip! 164kmh!"

"A good shot!"

"Drip! 166kmh!"

"Second shot!"

"Drip! 164kmh!"

"Strikes! Two out!"

Imposing like a rainbow!

"It's terrible! It's terrible! After throwing a 165-hour ball, the next ball is still 165! Monster! Monster! What is his arm made of!"

"I have seen the dark clouds over the Koshien Stadium! That is Kamikawa! This is the rescue pitcher named Watanabe Toru!"

"His straight ball will become a nightmare for all high school hitters!"

"Sansong has the last hitter left!"

"One good shot! The ball speed is still 165! Two good shots! The last one!"

"Sansong High School made a desperate fight on the third base and started stealing! Can he get a point from the monster! Sansong!"

The last goal!

"Drip! 167kmh!"

The catcher who caught the ball ignored his numb hand, and turned and threw himself at the three loose players who tried to steal the base.

"Ah—" The Sansong player almost rushed to home plate with an aura of falling to his death.

"Out! Offensive and defensive exchange!" the referee shouted.

"Ah—" the eight members of Kamikawa roared wildly.

Finally, finally, it was Kamikawa's turn to counterattack.

"It's wonderful!" The commentator gasped freely, and then shouted, "Three points! From two points ahead to three points behind, it is also the last game, Kamikawa, is there a way?!"

All players retired.

Toru Watanabe was about to walk back to the coaching bench, and the people on the coaching bench were all on the Internet for two weeks, wanting to say hello to him.

He walked over.

The camera lens is always on him.

"Watanabe!" Everyone from Kamikawa High School squeezed forward, trying to give him a high five.

With a pair of hands, Watanabe Toru hit it all the way.

Among them, Koizumi Aona, Akiko, and even the physical education teacher stretched out their hands with excitement.

After high-fiving with Kamikawa's classmates, there is a child in front of him.

His face was on the net, the meat was divided into grids, and he stretched out his hand vigorously.

Watanabe Toru walked over and gave him a high five.

The child smiled happily, still in the period of changing teeth, and a few missing teeth were exposed in the lens.

"Mom! Mom!" He held his mother excitedly.

The child's mother looked at him happily.

Watanabe took off his baseball cap and threw it into the sky.

The baseball cap jumped over the high barrier and landed in the child's arms.

"It's yours." After saying that, Toru Watanabe walked back to the coach's bench.

"Ah!!!" The child put the baseball cap on top of his head, and his legs kept jumping in excitement.

Everyone looked at this scene and laughed.

Koizumi Aona looked at the child proudly, wishing to tell him, telling people around him, Watanabe Toru is hers.

But she couldn't say, she could only drag Akiko and Miyuki's clothes tightly.

She can't say, someone can say.

"Mine." Miki Kujo pointed to Toru Watanabe, who was walking towards the coach's bench, and said to Rin Kiyano.

"Because of me, he showed this side."

"Well, mine."

"..." Kiyano Rin looked gloomy.

"Ah I, ah you," Mrs. Seino control just emotion, "Watanabe Jun too attractive, I want to marry him."

"You old woman, even her own daughter can't match her, and she still wants to compete with my family Miki?" Mrs. Kujo was happy, "I'm waiting for you to learn how to bark."

"Rin," Mrs. Kiyino reached out to her daughter, "I want to avenge my mother!"

"No chance." Mrs. Kujo smiled, "Rin couldn't get Miki, and then between Miki and Maki, Toru-kun chose Maki, and Rin had no chance."

Kujo Miki looked at her mother.

"I'm kidding." Mrs. Kujo fanned, "Keep watching the game, it's not over yet."

Coach bench.

"Watanabe-kun!" Yukiko Kobayashi was full of tears, her hands clasped tightly, her palms left with excited nail marks.

"Watanabe-san!" The relay pitcher bowed deeply.

"For Kamikawa." Watanabe Toru said.

"For Kamikawa!" the catcher Hirata roared, raising his arms.

"For Kamikawa!" everyone roared.

Direct sunlight made their heads dizzy.

The skin becomes hot and the burning sensation spreads little by little.

However, there are entrusted longings and dreams that I want to realize, and I absolutely cannot stop here.

Want to see further, want to go longer!

"Watanabe." The coach stood up and walked to Watanabe Toru.

He looked at Watanabe Toru: "How is your batting level?"

There is also a change ball for pitching, and you only need to hit the ball, so...

"A little better than pitching." Watanabe Toru replied.

"Ah! Uchida is the sixth!" Kobayashi Yukiko's face was pale.

"What is it!" The coach said with a calm face, "You have also seen Watanabe's greatness, no matter what, stick to the sixth bar for me!"

"Yes!"

The coach looked at everyone, if he could, he didn't want to say such a thing, he would rather say that he believed in his usual efforts.

However, in the last game, it is related to the glory of Kamikawa and Koshien's dream. He needs a belief that can make the players feel calm and full of confidence while sitting there.

If everyone knew that Watanabe was a good pitcher at first, then as long as he sat on the coaching bench, the relay pitcher would not have a wrong mentality, and everyone would not panic.

Baseball also has a psychological contest.

On the opposite side, nine Sansong players came on the field, and it was their turn to eliminate Kamikawa's hitters.

"Come on! Come on!" The cheerleaders on both sides were in a mess.

The audience was eager to see through, the flame in their hearts had already been ignited.

Reversing, reversing, can the reversal continue?

Kamikawa's first hit, Kuni repair.

Sansong’s pitcher, looking at the man in front of him, a strong hitter, put a stick, ready to get on base stably?

Shu Kuni held the bat and stared at pitcher Yau.

After experiencing despair, and ushering in hope, whether he can win, whether he can go to Jiaziyuan, now it is his turn to have the final say!

No, it's just the first stick, it doesn't count.

However, as long as he goes on base, the teammates behind will continue to go on base, one base after another, victory, that's how it accumulates!

Baseball is never a game of one person!

The three loose pitcher raised his leg and pitched.

"Drip! 141kmh!"

The shooting speed of the average professional pitcher is very strong!

The Chinese learning swing failed.

"A good shot!" the referee shouted.

Guo Jinxiu took a deep breath.

The second ball, a tricky bad ball, did not swing.

The third ball.

"Drip! 139kmh!"

In the second half of the ninth inning, he had just made two shots and was still able to reach a speed of 139. The three loose pitchers were really strong.

but.

"boom!"

"Hit!" the commentator yelled.

The ball flew between the third baseman and the second baseman.

No matter what, Kunijing Shuo let go, the club landed, and rushed towards first base.

"Sansong's shortstop caught it! Start passing!"

"Is Kamikawa's stick in time?!"

"Ah!" Sansong's shortstop conceded the ball to the first baseman.

"Ah!" Kuni Xiu also roared and flew towards first base.

"Safe!"

"Successfully hit the base!"

Kunijing got up from the ground and immediately took his place, staring at second base.

His heart beats so fast, it's almost, and then later, if he misses a day in the usual long-distance running, he may be eliminated.

The audience could not sit still and stood up one after another.

"Kamikawa's second club! Ono of the left fielder!"

The Sansong pitcher twisted his neck.

Ono swung the bat vigorously, looking for feeling.

When he put the bat on his left shoulder, the game started.

The pitcher raises his foot and throws the ball.

"boom!"

The moment he heard the sound, Kuni Shuo rushed out with a whistle, but after a few steps, he stopped and returned to first base.

"Out-of-bounds ball!"

The second ball.

Three loose pitchers' fingers are placed behind the ball, and a Carter ball will eventually be far away from the outside corner of the player!

Ono swung it down.

"boom!"

"Hit again!"

"It's over! It's a high-flying ball! Can Sansong's outfielder catch it? Catch it! Kamikawa is out! There is someone at first base!"

Ono stared at the ball blankly for a long time before he walked back to the coaching bench.

"......I am sorry."

"Yoshiko Xiaoye has done his best!" Although he was so nervous that his hands and feet were numb and his heart was so fast that he couldn't breathe, Yukiko Kobayashi still encouraged.

"The pitcher on the other side is already very strong. It won't be easy to play in the last round." The coach said in a deep voice, "Whether you can win and whether you can enter the Jiaziyuan, now it's up to you to decide! Sixth! Yamamoto!"

"Yes!"

Yamamoto played Kamikawa's third bat with a bat.

"Third baseman Yamamoto, Kamikawa's third!"

"Come on!"

"Kamikawa! Kamikawa!"

"Sansong! Sansong!"

The cheerleaders waved colored balls, obviously exhausted, but still refused to stop.

The classmates who shouted hoarse also continued to cheer for their respective baseball clubs in a hoarse voice.

Yamamoto held the bat and looked at the Misatsu pitcher who was relaxing his arm and relieving fatigue.

The opponent was very strong. In the first eight games, he only hit two hits on his hands.

I am already in the third grade. This is my last year's opportunity. In any case, I must not lose!

‘If you can’t hit the pitcher’s ball, either you don’t have enough practice, or you don’t have the talent! "He remembered the coach's reprimand of him when he was in the first grade.

That day, they lost in the penultimate game of the qualifiers.

‘Am I not talented? It was dug from Kochi Prefecture! ’

‘Am I not practicing enough? At the end of the training, I was the only one who stayed on the court to swing! ’

‘So, call me out! ’

Yamamoto swings.

"boom!"

"Hit!"

"Run!" He couldn't hear the voice of the teammate behind him.

In front of him, at the first base, Xiu Kunjing had already rushed to the second base, and he was rushing to the first base.

"Ah--" is the roar of Kuni Osamu.

This idiot, who has been talking about him since the first grade, will only be slower if he keeps running and shouting.

Too much roaring leads to insufficient oxygen supply and reduces the efficiency of sprinting!

Have you ever regarded yourself as a predecessor in the eyes?

After I retired, how can I trust the baseball team to such an unreliable guy!

But, but...

Kamikawa’s last chance, let’s work hard in our own way!

Yamamoto's face was calm and his running posture was standard. If it weren't for footsteps, the trembling muscles on his face looked like a robot.

"Safe!" the referee yelled.

"There are people on the first and second bases! Kamikawa is going to reverse the situation!"

"A miracle, can it happen again?!"

"Very good!" The coach waved fiercely, "Four, five! You two, as long as one of you can go to base and push the order down, Watanabe will be able to finish! We will win! We can go to Koshien! Understand?"

"Yes!"

Take the four sticks, take a deep breath, and enter the field.

Already one person is out, if he is out again, then Kamikawa only has one out place, and the situation will go to the edge of the cliff.

Moreover, this is still a situation where Yamamoto and Kunii, who have already been on the base, are not out.

"A good shot!"

His head was blank, as if he was about to be swallowed by heat, and the tension of the game cut the skin like a sharp knife.

"Second shot!"

Damn it, it's obviously a bad ball, why should I swing my bat!

In the audience, the cheering of the teachers and students of the school...like running away! Can't hit!

He swallowed hard, trying to suppress the tension.

calm down......

Just calm down, the opponent throws the ball, absolutely...

"Strikes! Out!" the referee's voice.

He didn't know how to get back to the coaching bench. He just sat there blankly, and Yukiko Kobayashi seemed to be saying something to him.

In the distance, Watanabe Toru seemed to be talking to Gobang.

I can't hear all...I'm going to lose...The effort was in vain...

"Kamikawa eliminated two! The last one is left!"

"There is no way out! Kamikawa!"

"Five sticks must withstand the pressure! The two players who have already hit the base must not miss out!"

"Will there be miracles?!"

In the audience, some girls from Kamikawa High School had already cried.

Advantages, heatstroke, disadvantages, struggling to come back, and as a result, still have to lose?

"Come on!" They cried out in tears.

"Sansong! Sansong!" The response from Sansong High School was neat and full of strength.

Five sticks on the field.

He is not the strongest hitter.

If the three strongest hitters are selected from the baseball club, no one will vote for him.

"A good shot!"

That **** Kunjing squeezed him out of the first four in the second grade.

"A bad ball!"

I was dug from other counties too!

Leaving his hometown, he didn't even enter Jiaziyuan! Do you still have to face the classmates in your hometown?

"Second shot!"

That guy Yamamoto thought that after the disbandment, he was the only one to stay in the baseball field and swing his bat!

But I would hide in the dormitory every time, swinging his club until he turned off the lights!

Every time!

"Second bad ball!"

There is a ceiling for pitching training, but there is no blow!

As long as you practice, you can become stronger!

‘Don’t underestimate me! ’

Five stick swing.

"Bang!", the sound of the bat hitting the ball.

"Run--!" Throwing the bat, the five bats roared towards first base.

Yamamoto on first base is rushing towards second base;

Guojing Xiu on second base is rushing to third base;

Unexpectedly, in the end, he would run with the two people he hated the most.

"Ah—" Not just them, but Sansong's fielders are also rushing towards the knocked ball.

To win, for Koshien!

"Sansong's outfielder catches the ball! Where to shoot? Second base! A clear choice! The outfielder is the closest to second base!"

"Kanagawa Yamamoto, who ran to second base, is it too late?!"

"Once we are eliminated, Kamikawa's summer is over!"

"Run! Yamamoto!"

Even at this moment, Yamamoto was still expressionless, raising his hands and legs, only second base in his eyes, like a robot.

"The second baseman leaves the second base to catch the ball thrown back by the outfielder!"

"Catch it!"

"Who will return to second base first! Sansong?! Kamikawa?!"

Sansong's second baseman, Kamikawa's Sanbang Yamamoto, the two faced each other, and at the same time they rushed to the base bag.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

"Finger! It's enough!"

The audience held their breath, and some of them couldn't help standing up and staring at the screen.

The hands of the two leaned up almost at the same time.

"Who? Who will lean on first!"

"The referee can't be sure, it's playing back!"

Everyone's heart beats wildly, looking at the slow motion electronic screen.

"It's Kamikawa——!!!" The commentator roared out.

"There is still a chance! There is still a chance!" The female commentator was incoherent.

"There are people on first, second, and third base!"

"Six sticks?! Who is Kamikawa's six sticks?!"

"Uchida still can't play, is it the relay pitcher or the monster rescue pitcher who replaces him?"

All are waiting.

The camera is aimed at the Kamikawa coach's bench.

On the electronic screen, they saw that the handsome boy sitting there holding his arms slowly got up.

The female manager passed the bat.

"It's Monster Rescue..."

"Ah—" Before the commentator was finished, the audience burst out with a tsunami, and his voice was overwhelmed.” “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhy

"Watanabe, it's Watanabe!" The girls from Kamikawa embraced each other excitedly.

"Won! You must have won!"

"Yes, I will definitely win!"

Hayamixun wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, picked up the trumpet, and said to everyone in the playing club:

"Everyone, prepare the school song!"

"Yes!" everyone responded in unison.

Akina Koizumi looked worried in front of him.

Everyone thinks Watanabe Toru can win, if he loses...will the blame be placed on him?

Obviously saved Kamikawa by throwing the ball, why are you still under such pressure?

Toru Watanabe took the bat and went to first base before going to the batter's area.

"Thank you," he said.

"You said, as long as I can get to the base, I will take Kamikawa to win." Five sticks looked at Watanabe Toru. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

"I may seem arrogant, but as long as I want to win, I can never lose."

Toru Watanabe turned and walked towards the hitter's area.

"Toru Watanabe, appeared on the field as a rescue pitcher and ended the Sanmatsu offensive with a perfect strikeout!"

"Now, standing on the court again, can he bring victory to Kamikawa?!"

"As long as there is a hit, Kamikawa will get a point and the game will continue!"

"However, if a home run can be hit, Kamikawa will end the game directly!"

"Can it be done? Can it be done? Can it be done?"

"Watanabe! Respond to everyone's expectations! Bring miracles! Let Sanmatsu and the whole of Tokyo know that you are invincible!"

The Mitsumatsu pitcher stood on the pitcher's hill, opposite the rescue pitcher named Watanabe, and there was a strong sense of oppression.

He rejected the impassioned commentary and felt everything around him.

The blue sky like the sea, the pitcher pedals on the soles of the feet, the hot and twisted air, a young man who is so powerful that he is invincible.

However, he loves baseball more than anyone else, and desires victory more than anyone else!

Really reluctant, I really want to continue the game with everyone, I really want to go to Koshien!

Sansong, the more difficult it is, the less he will give up.

The pitcher's eyes became firm.

Watanabe Toru looked at each other, and also abandoning everything around him.

Next, he swung a stick, pinning the hope of everyone in Kamikawa, who must be made to smile back today.

There is also the baseball club, which must not stop here.

Finally, deep in his heart, the desire to convince everyone.

It doesn't matter how hard Sansong worked.

The pitcher raises his leg, swings his arm, and throws the ball!

"Drip! 153kmh!"

"This ball broke my personal memory..."

"boom--"

The metal sound of the bat hitting the ball.

The ball that broke the personal record disappeared into the blue sky at a faster speed.

Fly all the time, fly all the time, fly over the field, fly over the field, fly out of the field.

"boom!"

Everyone looked at the ball, the ball that sank into the electronic screen.

The electronic screen with the screen turned into a flowery display scores tenaciously:

Three Pines: 8

Kamikawa: 9

"Ah—" The mountain whispered a tsunami, and the whole stadium seemed to have a tsunami.

The audience frantically waved everything they could.

Toru Watanabe looked at the VIP seat and blew a kiss to it.

"Is it for me?" Kiyano Yuko said, clutching her chest.

The other three looked at her.

"Ah—" Kunii Shu, Yamamoto, Maki, Hirata, Aihara...The people in the baseball club opened their arms~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and rushed towards Toru Watanabe.

Yukiko Kobayashi could only be anxious, and couldn't squeeze in.

"Home run! Goodbye home run!"

"Watanabe! A stick blasted the ball out of the field!"

"He reversed the game!"

"Kamikawa, dominate the 20 districts of East Tokyo! It is Kamikawa who dominates the 20 districts of East Tokyo!"

The high-spirited, hard-working, and nostalgic Kamikawa school song was played at the Jingu Stadium.

All the Kamikawa Baseball Club stood in the middle of the field, hooked their arms to each other, raised their chests, and sang the school song loudly with the momentum as if to take out all the sounds in the body.

"Yutani hills, houses swept by crows, our alma mater..."

The teachers and students of Kamikawa sang along, tears in everyone's eyes.