"Clang!"

I've hit it!

Left outfield direction!

"Please fly away a little further, you must fly out!"

Facing this sweet-shot inner corner kick, Xiaogao's three-bar hit the ball and pulled it hard into the left field.

He originally thought he would be more cautious, but when the chance to hit again appeared in front of him, his body's instinct made the choice first.

The ball flew up, flying very high.

The hitter who put down the bat and ran to the base, kept looking up at the left outfield, praying, or pleading.

"Please..."

"Fly out!"

Before the game, Hashimoto was holding a metal bat and staring at the high altitude of the left field.

In Xiaogao's rest seat, everyone looked up at the baseball flying in the world, with expectations in their eyes. This kind of look can be seen everywhere in Xiaogao's support stands.

In the big field in the left field, only one player from Baishan was there, and the other teammates were watching him trustworthily in their own garrison position.

The ball begins to fall.

Ito Nao has been waiting below, and there is plenty of time for him to constantly adjust and use the safest gesture to plug the ball into the glove.

"despair!"
Chapter completed!