The moment the ball was hit, Takashi Nishino stood up, raised his hand and pushed the mask up, watched the ball fly high into the field, and quickly raised it with his right fist.

Waiting.

“All…Right…All…Right…All…Right…”

Central and outer fields.

Shiratsuyama's backbone, Kyotaro Ichikawa, retreated while silently reciting. The other two outfielders, Ito Nao and Komata Meteor, rushed to the nearby area and prepared to respond at any time.

Four or five meters away from the stadium wall, Kyotaro Ichikawa raised his head and judged the landing point of the ball. The ball in his eyes gradually became larger from one point.

All the audience watched their movements nervously.

In the second half of the nine innings, 4-3, one point difference, two out of two bases, someone out of second base. As long as the ball lands, the runners on second base can rush to home base and attack and defense at home base.

"Please fly away a little further!"

The people from Cynye High School prayed and sincerely asked the ball to fly higher and farther, and then try to fly towards the heights. However, the guards weaved before the game are no longer needed.

"Please..."

In the afternoon sunshine, Kyotaro Ichikawa opened his eyes wide and stared at the ever-growing ball shadows, lifting his gloves to face the falling baseball.

"Bang!"

The baseball was received steadily!

“…”

"The hitter is out!"

"Ahhh! I received it! Referee San! I received it! I received it!"

Ichikawa Kyotaro received the ball deep in the middle of the field, held it firmly and jumped up. Then he immediately reacted, raised his gloves and shouted and ran back from the field.

"The competition is over-!"

The referee made the final judgment and signaled the players to come to the two sides of the home plate area to gather.

"I didn't fight well." Yoshihiko Okara sighed.

He hit the ball as a high-flying ball in the field. He was under the second base and failed to hit the hit and sent the runners back. They missed the chance to score again.

Yoshi Okara took off his strike helmet and looked at the Baishan player who ran back happily, with a smile on his lips, but this smile was full of bitterness.

The two teams lined up face to face next to the home plate, and the four referees stood in a row after the home plate.

"The winner of the competition, Baishan High School!"

"Thank you!"

"Thank you for your advice!"

Taking off the hat, the players bowed to the opponent who had fought for two hours, and went forward to shake hands with each other.

Looking at the young first-year junior in front of him, Yoshi Okara smiled slightly, showed his white teeth, held his hand heavily, and said sincerely.

"Congratulations!"

"Yeah, thank you senior!"

At the same time, the air defense alarm that declared the official end of the competition sounded at the right time. Under the sob sound of the flute, there were two completely different passionate and unforgettable emotions.

After playing the school song of Baishan High School, the players from both teams went to their respective support stands to thank them.

"Thank you very much for the support!"

When bowing and thanking, the players in Baishan were lined up neatly, and everyone's faces were full of smiles.

In the 100th National Gamer's Three Major Conference, they actually defeated the Seed Team Wild High School, and the players could hardly suppress their inner excitement.

The people who supported the stands laughed and applauded. The players really brought them too many surprises, and there were not enough praises.

"Haha, we won!"

“Everyone performed great!”

"It's time to play the quasi-finals!"

“Excellent match!”

"I'll go back tomorrow!"

"Come on!"

"I will support you together!"

"Continue to win!"

"We will always be here this summer!"

The players in Baishan all laughed. They could not imagine that they could win the game. When they thought they would still play the quasi-finals, they immediately had a kind of happy trouble.

On the other side.

In front of the cheering stands in the wilderness, the supporters from Sohi City comforted their players. The players endured desperately in front of the "real men".

However, when I returned to the moment I sorted out my things at the rest mat, my nose became sore, and tears that kept flowing out of my eyes.

"Woo...woo..."

Tanaka, who was beaten to win the home run, could no longer contain his regret and held the guardrail of the rest mat and knelt down crying.

The baseball cap in his hand fell weakly to the side, and the brim of the hat was facing upwards, and the words "Go to Jiaziyuan with your seniors" appeared.

The "clang" sound in my ears smashed their dreams all summer.

Ace Okara Yuki from Shino High School walked over, but he didn't cry.

"Get up...get up."

Yoshiki Okarai grabbed the collar behind Tanaka, pulled him up, and held him up.

"Senior Ganglin..."

“Yes…I’m sorry.”

"sorry……"

"sorry………………"

Tanaka, who was second-year-old, dared not face Okarashi Yuki, as it was him who ruined his senior's senior's summer. He hid his face under his senior's shoulders and kept sobbing and apologizing.

"What are you doing?"

"It's fine."

"If you lose, you lose. Everyone works hard and no one needs to apologize."

Yoshi Okara said.

It is indeed a pity that he lost the game with a score of 4-3 and was equalized and reversed and overtook after a long lead.

It was a pity that Fengye lost in high school.

After going through a lot of hardships, it appeared in the summer to launch an attack on the National Conference, but it stopped in the third round of battle. It is really a pity.

"Don't cry, it's because I, Ace, didn't lead everyone to win. It's me who should apologize."

Yoshi Okara said with a smile.

However, everyone saw his eyes gradually turning red.

"Everyone performed well, and it is inevitable that the game will win or lose."

"Everything experience in this game, everyone's figure will be an important memory in my life."

Yoshi Okarachi smiled.

"You juniors are really unreliable..."

"We won't retire immediately in the third grade. From now on, we are not unable to step onto the training ground."

"This summer..."

"I'll be a feeding pitcher for everyone!"

Some teammates on the bench, second- and first-year juniors, heard Okara Yuki's words, tears quietly slid down, and tried their best to resist the sob.

"Everyone in the third grade will help you together."

Yoshi Okarata comforted them and said.

"As long as you are still here, our third-grade dream will be unfinished and our summer will continue."

"If you can enter the National Conference next year and take us to Jiaziyuan, it will be the best reward for us."

Before the last sentence was spoken, tears that slid across Okara Yuki's cheeks.
Chapter completed!