"Then you can vote as much as you like! I will give you a secret code according to the situation. If something really happens, we will pause it."

The two hit it off and quickly discussed the countermeasures. Next, they could have a full-hearted and confronted the fighters of the Pharmacist High School baseball team.

For Zhang Han, this feeling is very novel. Although he has been a pitcher before and has played many games.

But it was different at that time. At that time, he was more in cooperation with his teammates, and constantly considered the situation on the scene and the opponent's strategy.

After a game, not only will the body be tired, but the head is also prone to pain.

It's different now!

In the past, I didn’t have a weapon to win. The reason why I could stay on the pitcher mound was mostly due to experience and strategy, coupled with the cooperation of my teammates.

Now, Zhang Han already has his own weapon. He no longer needs to rely on his teammates as he used to, and he can rely on his own strength to win the number of games.

"Swoosh!"

A small white ball whizzed out.

The pharmacist who was standing in the attack area felt the muscles on his face twitching constantly.

In fact, he had seen Zhang Han's fast ball when he was in the rest area before.

I have to say that the ball speed is really scary enough. The baseball entered the catcher's glove in almost the blink of an eye.

But now, when he really stood in the attack area and looked at Zhang Han's pitching again, he suddenly felt a different feeling.

The speed is faster than when watching!

So much so that it was impossible for him to wait until he saw the ball clearly before swinging the baton.

If you want to play the ball, you must act in advance.

One, two!

That's now...

The hitter silently calculated the time in his heart and swung the bat out in advance. Not to mention, he really found the rhythm.

However, the position of his swing is still far from the baseball. If you swing the baton in advance, you must predict the ball path.

Unfortunately, he could not predict it at all.

"Bang!"

"nice shot!"

"nice shot!!"

"nice shot!!!"

"Strike out!!"

"Strike out!!!"

"Strike out!!!"

Three consecutive strikeouts, although two bad balls were added in the middle, it did not affect Zhang Han's performance.

This time, the whole stand was like crazy.

In the lounge area of ​​Seidou High School baseball team.

The coach who was responsible for the statistics and Shinta, who was staring at the monitor in the stands, said almost in unison.

"He has made progress again!!!"
Chapter completed!