My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

Hideji Kitahara felt a little bit unable to hold on anymore. He shot four more games in a row under the condition of excessive fatigue. The total number of good and bad shots totaled more than 50. Now the joints on his right arm are moving so much pain-now his arm. It rubs against each other like gears that have failed to bite, and each section has a strange feeling of incompatibility, as if someone else's arm is growing on his shoulder.

At least five more rounds, ten more rounds are possible, then at least another fifty or sixty shots, or even more than a hundred, but now is not the time to admit defeat.

He lifted his hand to wipe off the sweat, glanced at the dark-skinned batter on the opposite side in the scorching sun, then looked at the snow squatting behind the home base, and then still sullied his head and threw another ball.

The batsmen of Juye High School looked very serious, and they couldn't solve the problem that their team was chronically dying. The attacking power of the opponent was not in vain, but they were born in an era with monsters, and sometimes they were really helpless. He swung the stick suddenly, hitting it according to the predicted trajectory, and then there was a soft sound in his ear, and there was a clear sense of feedback from his hand.

The baseball flew vertically, flying very high, and immediately before everyone reacted, the snow grabbed a few steps, snorted, took off instantly, and successfully collected the ball into the catcher's glove.

The batter was stunned, not when he was caught and killed. The ball was obviously an infield high-flying ball. The opponent’s catcher didn’t catch it. It’s the same, but he didn’t expect to hit the ball—though not. Hit the sweet spot, let alone hit the center of the ball, the bat just slightly brushed the bottom of the ball, but after all, it hit.

It is useless, but this is the first ball hit by Kitahara Show since the game. If you can play a long hit, you don’t even need a home run, you can almost certainly get a point as long as you hit the far end of the field. The long fight can only be slaughtered.

The audience was also exclaimed, but the private Dafu soon began to applaud and cheer to celebrate the catastrophe, while Juye College sighed—just a little bit.

Masako Konishimiya in the live broadcast room also shot her chest continuously: "So dangerous, so dangerous!"

Zeng Mu Zongzheng usually started to analyze and talked a lot, but this time he watched the live broadcast but did not say anything for a long time. Masako Konishimiya was stunned, and he hurriedly rescued the scene and said: "Senior Zongzheng, you have found any problems. ?"

"Ah, nothing!" As a former professional baseball pitcher, Zeng Mu Zongzheng still had some pitcher foreboding, and he took a look. Just now, Beiyuan Xiuji's ball speed was only 156, which directly dropped a lot. It feels that Beiyuan Xiuji is about to collapse, but I have been making mistakes in my predictions recently, and I have a bad reputation. I am not sure if I feel right. I suspected that Xiuji Kitahara just slipped his hand and made a mistake, so he laughed and said, "The ball just now is really dangerous. The defense is extremely empty, once the opponent hits a long hit, there is a very high probability of losing points."

If the average team has 60% of the defensive responsibility on the pitcher, then the pitcher of the private Daifuku Academy has 90% of the responsibility-the private Daifuku defensive formation is based on the fact that the opponent cannot have a continuous long fight, once the opponent is continuous Long play is successful, this formation is a typical suicide formation, saying that stupidity is to praise them.

The smile on Suzuki Noki's face on the side of the stadium slowly disappeared. She knew more about Kitahara Hideji. After studying for so long, she really knew whether he was going to eat or go to the bathroom just by looking at his expression. She directly ordered: "Shimoda, Uchida, go to warm up immediately!"

Shimoda Teru and Uchida Yuma stared at each other for a while-ah, really let us go? !

But the coach gave the order, and they had no choice. They put on their gear and started shooting and catching practice on the side of the bullpen. They just warmed up absent-mindedly and felt dry and didn't want to go on the court to be the finisher of the game— —They feel that they will be miserable if they go, and they must be ended by their opponents.

They have been observing Kitahara show times and found that when he was facing the second hitter in the first half of the five innings, his performance recovered for an instant, and then his state began to fluctuate violently-162, 155, 158.

When dealing with the third man, his ball speed dropped to 154 at the lowest and only 160 at the highest. Although it is still a first-class fast straight ball in Koshien, he has gradually lost his best weapon and has begun to enter the high school's strong strike range.

The situation is not good!

Zeng Mu Zongzheng in the live broadcast room also discovered this. Seeing the sweat soaked his hair, Hideji Kitahara couldn't help but sigh, "The player Kitahara is tired."

This is something that has happened countless times in the finals. Because there is often a huge gap in the level of pitchers in the school community, the best pitchers have to finish the shots one after another in order to win, and finally reach the limit in the final. He was beaten one by one by players who were far inferior to him, and finally lost the game by a big score. This really happened many times.

Konishimiya Masako is very sorry: "Is Kitahara-kun going to leave?"

"This is no way." Zeng Mu Zongzheng, who is also a pitcher, felt a bit empathetic, looking at Hideji Kitahara as if looking at a hero at the end, "The summer of private Daifuku is over."

Juye High School also discovered this. Although there was no one on the two outings, it seemed that they were about to score. They started to cheer for the third batter, and tried to beat the Kitahara show in the first half of the fifth inning. They don't ask for anything else, they just ask Kitahara to leave the field. After winning the championship, they will try to comfort Kitahara and admit that he is the most dominant pitcher in Hagar this time.

Of course, how dazzling the Kitahara show before, their victory seemed even less obvious and more valuable.

There is nothing more wonderful than letting an absolutely powerful enemy leave the field sadly!

The third hitter of Juye High School is their strong bat. He is also full of confidence. He stands in the strike position and prepares quickly, and then holds the bat to watch Kitahara show. If it is a fast straight ball, below 155 per hour, he still has a certain degree of confidence.

Uchida Yuma has already warmed up and is ready to go to the court at any time before returning to the bullpen. Seeing this scene, he reminded Suzuki Noki: "Coach, let the outfielders return to their defensive positions?"

In this way, even if the opponent has a long hit, there is still the possibility of catching the kill. You can also press the opponent before the second base through a quick return pass, anyway, it is better than the opponent to score.

Suzuki Noki didn't even hesitate. Turning her head around, she looked like she was about to eat people, and she screamed: "Shut up, before he can signal that he can't do it, all we have to do is to absolutely trust him!"

Uchida was taken aback. Nozomi Suzuki was very scary. He instinctively wanted to apologize, but he immediately heard an exclamation on the court. He quickly turned his head and saw that Kitahara Hideji's right arm swayed in front of him. ——He has a dislocated shoulder joint.

The shoulder joint should account for at least 50% of all joint dislocations in the human body. This should be the most easily dislocated position of the human body. Sometimes the shoulder is hit against the wall without too much force. As long as the skill is enough, it can be dislocated here. .

The audience exclaimed. Noki Suzuki hurriedly applied for a timeout, but found that Hideji Kitahara used his left arm to hold the right arm and put the right arm back in a push and press. The audience suddenly fell silent--everyone suspected that just now. Dazzled.

Suzuki Noki would not have this kind of illusion. She was a long-term illness and became a good doctor. She could not cure others but knew the human body very well. She quickly applied for a time-out, and then took the school doctor Hanako Suzuki and rushed to Pitcher Hill.

She ran closer and found that Kitahara was sweating profusely and her entire face was pale, and she quickly reached out to help him: "Okay, Kitahara, let's end!"

Kitahara Hideji gently fended off her hand, smiled and said, "I'm fine."

"It's very swollen!" Suzuki Hanako was already checking for him, and started to relieve his pain with the medicinal spray. "Alternatively, Naxi-chan."

There is no way to persist in the game. The shoulders have become like this. Every wave of the hand is a tearing pain, and the strength must be sharply reduced. It is basically impossible to exercise in a short time.

Suzuki Noki grabbed Hideji Kitahara's left arm, trying to drag him off the pitcher mound, and said angrily: "Observe, now on the sidelines, no, go directly to the hospital for treatment!"

Hideji Kitahara hesitated for a moment~www.NovelMTL.com~ His footsteps moved. Putting it together like this, there is no blame for his end. No one can blame him afterwards, but he glanced at the "Shuangtian combination" on the sidelines and found that they were arranging their equipment and preparing to play, but both faces were pale and obviously they hadn't played yet. Some lack of confidence-the two of them have been acting as substitutes for the race this time, and they have never played as a pitcher or catcher at all, and their strength and regional competitions have not changed much.

If you leave the game, it means that the game is basically lost!

I don’t want to lose, I really don’t want to lose, even if it’s playing games...

I don't want to think of this moment in the future with regrets and regrets. Losing at the finish line is no different from the starting line.

He stopped, pushed Suzuki Noki away again, smiled and said: "I will try again, if it doesn't work, I will take the initiative to apply for the end, you don't have to worry."

Suzuki Noki looked at him for a while, really furious, and said loudly: "Why do you always refuse to listen to me? I will let you off now, and you will get out of the game! You didn't want to come, you forgot Isn't this matter important to you at all, have you forgotten? What are you doing here, go to the hospital right away!"

Hideji Kitahara squinted at her, not angry, and smiled: "What are you calling? Isn't it right for you to win the game?"

Suzuki Noki was silent for a moment, and whispered: "It doesn't matter whether you win or not now, you don't need to endure this pain for me-you are the most important, you don't need to think about others!"

After a pause, she said softly: "We can come again next year. Give me another year. I will train a better team. Sooner or later, the red flag will be ours. You should believe me!"

PS. I have a high fever for two days in a row, and I feel as if I have ascended to heaven.

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