Shortly after Qing Yunhe ended, City No. 3 Middle School made substitution adjustments to the team.

City No. 3 Middle School replaced several left-handed hitters.

All replaced by right-hit guys.

Yi Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and he didn't understand what he had given birth for a moment.

But when he started to fight against the No. 3 Middle School of the City, Yi Cheng felt a little strange-

His ball changes were always in favor of someone to start to play, and his straight ball did not pose much threat to the opponent.

Since Qing Yunhe ended up and replaced the player of the No. 3 Middle School, Yi Cheng's balls were hit one after another.

It is such a team that has always had an ordinary combat effectiveness that can actually hit his ball change, and at the same time, it has penetrated the team's defense several times.

This is really an incredible thing.

In the first half of the 8th game, Yi Cheng fell into a tough battle.

After a fierce confrontation, it became a situation where the two were eliminated.

A big crisis.

As long as Yi Cheng cannot recover his state and suppress the opponent's hitter, he may have the biggest personal loss in history.

Before this, every game of Yi Cheng could be described as a godlike existence.

But now he has fallen from the altar.

Another right-hit hitter.

Yi Cheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and began to think carefully about the meaning of the replacement just now-

Since Qing Deheng substitutions, the hitters on the field have basically become right-handed.

Does the right-handed have any impact on him?

It was at this moment that Yi Cheng's pupils suddenly dilated and he finally figured out the key to the problem.

These guys have completely seen through the fact that he can only shoot two types of balls.

Originally, he used his right hand to control the right hitter, but unfortunately—

Yi Cheng's best-in-class ok ball will cause Luffy to go to the outer corner.

In this way, as long as he shoots and changes the ball, it will be a situation that is beneficial to the right-hander.

But if you rely on a straight ball...

Unless he can activate the addition ability of the musket, his straight ball level will not increase at all.

Mom.

What kind of monster catcher is this? He has completely gained insight into all his weaknesses with just a few hits.

Yi Cheng thought—

Xiao Hei, look at other people's catcher.

Let’s take a look at your own catcher.

The difference is not a little bit.

No wonder people say that pitchers are the soul of the team, and catchers are the brain of the team.

If Yi Xingyu, a garbage catcher, could have Qing Yunhe's average IQ, they would have won the national competition championship long ago.

...

Qing Yunhe stood in the rest area with her hands in her arms looking at Yi Cheng coldly.

According to his idea, Yi Cheng is now at the end of his journey.

This is the sadness of only two types of balls.

If you use dice as an example, at least Yicheng has a 50% chance of throwing a change ball.

Now the entire team is aiming at changing the ball, and it is too difficult for Yi Cheng to keep losing points.

If you can only shoot two balls, either train both to the sky and reach the top level, or wait to be beaten.

It is obvious that Yicheng belongs to the latter.

He still has a long way to go.

but--

Qingyun and the corners of their mouths rose slightly.

He still admires this young man. A freshman who is just a first-year high school student can have such a high pitching level. He practices one more type of ball to increase the room for change, so he will become a nightmare for all teams in high school.

He could almost see the scene where Yi Cheng dominated the country when he was in his senior year of high school.

pity--

Yi Cheng met him now.

Come again next year...

Qingyun and narrowed their eyes and it was the greatest misfortune that you met us.

This national competition...

He was thinking this, and suddenly his face changed.

Damn, no, right?!

Qing Yunhe's heart skipped a beat and almost threw the mineral water on his hand to the ground.

...

In everyone's surprised eyes, Yi Cheng stood on the pitcher mound and replaced the pitcher gloves.

He originally wore a left-hand glove, but now he has changed it to a right-handed one.

This is obviously a matter of using the left-handed pitching rhythm instead.

"Mom, no, right?"

There was a burst of surprise in the audience.

Even Yicheng's teammates looked in disbelief.

Except for Qiu Feng, the catcher who often conducts pitching training with him, everyone acts like they have seen a ghost.

The beater standing in the beating area looked at Yi Cheng with horror.

"Really? He actually changed his right-hand gloves?"

"Is this the rhythm of pitching with your left hand?!"

"Impossible? There are very few pitchers who shoot left and right. No matter what, there will be differences in left-handed hands. If this first-year high school pitcher has been used to pitching with his right hand and rashly switched to the left hand, it will be easy to make a violent shot."

...

Yi Cheng moved his left shoulder, recalled the previous pitching movement in his mind, and took a deep breath.

In fact, he is just a person who shoots his bows left and right without using his hands.

Yi Cheng has been as flexible as his left hand since he was a child.

Even more often, the left hand has more strength than the right hand.

If it weren't for Lao Xu's typing with his left hand when he was a child, he would have been writing with his right hand until now. Yi Cheng would probably still be writing with his left hand.

but……

Now even if he can use his left hand to control the ball, there is still a problem-

If you use your left hand rashly without warming up, it is easy to cause left hand injury.

...

The game has not continued yet, Yi Cheng called for a timeout.

The players from Mingfeng Middle School gathered around him one after another.

"How come, why did you suddenly switch to the left hand to pitch?"

"How to fight later? The final game is coming soon. If you still take such a risk at this time, if you lose two more points, we may not be able to get it back..."

Faced with everyone's doubts, Yi Cheng smiled slightly.

He put his gloves at his mouth and began to teach these people the next tactics.

"No?" First baseman Qian Kaiqing couldn't help but scream.

Except for Qiu Feng, who was usually loyal to Yi Cheng and had no doubts, everyone else's faces were full of doubts.

"That's it."

Qiu Feng pounded Yicheng's chest with his fist.

"No matter what you do, let go of it, I will always believe in you."
To be continued...