From far away in the classroom of Class E of Year 1, the delicate cheering sounds of girls could be heard.

"Is it Shinjo-kun?" Takei, who was squatting behind home plate, reminded him kindly: "There's absolutely no one cheering for you, Taka."

"——You don't need to remind me of this kind of thing! I will use a handsome home run to turn the situation around! Just wait and see!"

"Ah haha, he looks murderous."

Yamaguchi didn't want to pay attention to him, but raised his hand to press the edge of the batting helmet, smoothed the ground with his spikes, and then entered the state with the bat in hand.

"Okay! Kato! The ball speed is 165 kilometers! Throw me a Koshien-level ball--!" Yamaguchi, who had taken a good posture, yelled menacingly.

Standing on the pitcher's mound, Yusuke rolled up his shirt sleeves, nodded to him, and then bent down to pick up a baseball from the iron bucket at his feet.

Take a good posture, raise your right arm backward, and throw the ball "lightly".

——Pah!

The baseball fell neatly into the glove.

"Hey~ Good shot, but still such a monster." Yamaguchi whistled and marveled.

What was the speed of the ball just now? 165? Or 170?

I don’t know, I don’t know, dynamic vision is completely unable to capture the trajectory of the baseball.

As if in the blink of an eye, the ball fell into Takei's glove.

It was so fast that he didn't have time to react.

"... Ah, Ah Xiao." Takei hissed, his palms numb, "If you insist on playing this kind of ball, I won't play with you!?"

"Hey, who knew that bastard was so serious! He has no sense of humor at all~"

Yamaguchi defended himself first, and then shouted again at the top of his lungs: "——Please try to control the speed of the ball below 145 kilometers, playball!"

"Ah, here we are, Takashi made a cold joke on Kato using his playboy."

"You're making a lot of noise, Takei."

On the pitcher's mound, the boy once again took a ball from the iron bucket at his feet and weighed it twice in his hand, as if he was looking for a feel for it.

Yamaguchi held his breath and concentrated, staring at his hands for a moment, his eyes becoming serious.

In baseball, vision is the key to hitting.

The small white ball flies at a speed of hundreds of kilometers, sometimes drawing an arc and sometimes falling.

If you want to hit the ball with a slender bat in this situation, you must have extraordinary eyesight.

To become an excellent baseball player, in addition to physical strength and physique.

Including dynamic vision, batting skills, and swing speed also play very important factors.

Coincidentally, he has pretty good qualities in these areas.

That's why he was promoted from a substitute player to a regular player in such a short period of time. Although he can only serve as the first batsman at the moment - less important responsibilities...

——Buzz.

——Buzz.

——Buzz.

"...Uh, Axiao?"

"I know, all four elements are empty, you don't need to remind me."

"oh……"

Kato Yusuke stopped, thought for a moment, and then asked: "Slower down—?"

"——No need! Just keep the current speed! I've almost found the feeling!"

"Do you need me to put in the playing belt you're used to?"

"——What! Are you so considerate! Kato, my god! Come on, come on!"

"..."

Kato Yusuke nodded, took out the ball, and threw it again.

With the blessing of the [Proficient Level - Shooting] skill, the baseball accurately entered the center of Yamaguchi's chest.

Sonorous, boom-dong.

The little white ball bounced high behind home plate.

"..." Zhu Jingba muttered and glanced behind him without saying a word.

"It hit the bottom of the ball, I know." Yamaguchi said nonchalantly.

——Bang.

The baseball flew at low altitude and hit the ground out of bounds, and was finally picked up by Sato who was standing nearby.

"It's too high again this time."

——Bang Dang.

The baseball flew back toward the pitcher's mound, and Yusuke reached out and inserted it into his glove.

"Well...that's about it."

Yamaguchi adjusted his posture and raised his right wrist slightly to hold the bat.

——Keng!

The baseball draws a sharp arc, extending toward the sky in left field.

"Oh! Home run!" Takei praised without hesitation: "Are you used to the ball speed of 140 kilometers?"

"It doesn't count. After all, Kato is deliberately throwing the ball where I feel comfortable, but he can almost capture the trajectory of the ball..."

When Yamaguchi said this, he grinned, gave a thumbs up, and said proudly: "You don't have to remember what I just said, I just hit a home run~!"

Then he shouted to the pitcher's mound: "——You can add a little change, Kato!"

Yusuke on the pitcher's mound nodded slightly in agreement.

"..." Zhujing sighed softly when he saw this scene and watched the changes.

Soon, Yamaguchi could no longer relax...

——Pah.

——Pah.

——Pah.

"I only hit three out of ten balls. You have to think of a solution, Xiao."

"If you can hit three in baseball, you are considered a first-class player!"

"Eh~ But that's talking about batting average, right? There's only a 30% chance of hitting a decent ball. That's outrageous!"

"It's annoying, I know!"

"..."

Kato Yusuke didn't know much about their small theater, so he just kept feeding Yamaguchi the ball, keeping it just so that he could hit it with a little effort, but not letting him hit it easily.

Since I agreed to be a sparring partner.

Then in order to improve the opponent's level, he will also take this matter seriously.

…

He pitched the ball, Yamaguchi hit the ball, and Sato and the others picked it up.

The balls in the bucket go from full to empty and then filled again.

This has been repeated countless times...

Before I knew it, more than half of the lunch break had passed.

Yamaguchi's movements also went from crisp and smooth at the beginning to gradually becoming heavy and slow.

Saw this situation.

Yusuke made a stop gesture to the three people in the outfield, and then walked to home plate.

"So be it."

"Why...are you already dead?" Yamaguchi collapsed on the ground, panting like an ox, "No, there is no way...Today, I will let you go here today."

"Well...basically, you have a tough mouth, Axiao."

"Huchi... Huchi, have you counted how many balls I hit? Takei."

"Let me think about it, there are 100 balls in total. In terms of batting average, you probably hit nearly 10%."

"Okay! Let's continue tomorrow! Kato!"

"There is a sports meeting tomorrow, no." Kato Yusuke shook his head and stretched out a hand to him.
To be continued...