"Bad ball!!"

The pitcher named Shijilang didn't even want to face Zhang Han head-on, and all shot bad shots.

In this case, even if Seido High School baseball supporters know that this is likely to be the only right choice for the Hoda High School baseball team.

But they still felt like something was missing in their hearts.

Too regretful!

Although Yuki will probably score points if he plays in the future, the scores he scores are always not enough for the Seidou High School baseball supporters.

Zhang Han and Yuki, the strike rate of both of them is similar.

But Zhang Han won several times more home runs than Yuki.

At this time, where is there a more satisfying face slap than home runs?

Just when everyone thought that Zhang Han would be led next and Qingdao was about to form a full squad.

Shijiro suddenly made a very provocative goal.

"Bang!"

The ball almost rubbed against Zhang Han's chest and flew into the catcher's gloves.

The referee was stunned for a moment, hesitating whether he wanted to warn the pitcher. But after thinking about it carefully, the ball was actually about five centimeters away from Zhang Han's chest.

The opponent may have used this ball on purpose to force Zhang Han to retreat.

If he warns, aren't he just helping Seido?

In the end, the referee gave up on this idea.

He even doubted how he had that kind of thought? Logically speaking, although this ball was dangerous, it was not as good as a warning.

"Feel sorry!"

Ogata Shijiro said calmly.

Kurachi's eyes were red.

"This slut must have been intentional."

In the rest area of ​​the Hotan High School baseball team.

He stroked his big belly and had a kind face.

Smiling at everything that happened on the court.

"Four bad balls are different from four bad balls. Although the offensive four bad balls are not enough to solve the hitter, they can leave a deep impression on the hitters later."

Just do it, Shishiro!

In the stands, the hardcore supporters of the Seido High School baseball team opened their eyes wide, and their angry little eyes were no longer concealed.

"What are you going to do?"

"Are you planning to just use the ball to hit someone?"

The hardcore supporters are quite polite. Zhang Han's personal fans are already ready to use their long nails to scratch the pitcher at Hotan High School.

Too hateful!

"The other party must be jealous of Han Sang being more handsome than him."

"It's so disgusting, how could there be such a disgusting guy?"

Everything that happened in the stands, the pitchers and hitters in the duel, didn't hear it.

Even if they hear it, they won't care.

Ogata Shijiro took off his hat and stroked his bald head.

Show the bad image to the fullest.

It gives people the feeling that even if he really hits people with the ball, no one will feel strange.

In this way, he shot the fourth goal.

The position of this ball was basically the same as the third ball. It deviated from the good ball belt and threw it towards Zhang Han's chest.

The previous goal was still far away, but this goal seemed to be unable to see the distance.

If Zhang Han doesn't hide, it seems that he is likely to be hit by this ball.

Zhang Han's feet were wrong, and his whole body moved backwards by about thirty or forty centimeters.

Watching the baseball fly over.

For this result, the Hotan High School baseball team's arresting partner was quite satisfied.

They had no chance of winning when they faced Zhang Han head-on.

But as long as Zhang Han retreats, their hopes will be great. The fighters who come on the field after Qingdao will still feel scared after seeing this duel.

But before they could wait for their joyful expression to appear on their faces, they discovered something very incredible.

Zhang Han, who obviously could be led to the base without swinging the baton.

He actually swung his baton?

"boom!"

It was like a flash of lightning, the moment the baseball flew above the home base, Zhang Han took the decisive move.

"Table!"

The baseball hit flew high.

"Outfielder!"

Although the catcher at Hotan High School was extremely surprised, he still reminded the outfielders to guard the garrison in time.

The outfielder of the Hotan High School baseball team watched the baseball fly over and was about to reach above his head.

"Leave it to me!"

Such a high-flying ball is not difficult, he should be able to follow it.

But the baseball flew farther, so he could only retreat.

Finally, the baseball's strength seemed to be exhausted and was about to fall.

The joyful expression on the Hotan outfielder's face was about to be shown. As long as he took another three or four steps, he should be able to receive the ball.

"Bang!"

The outfielder at Hotan High School felt that he suddenly encountered something on his back, which made him unable to take another step back.

He hit the wall.

As a result, I could only watch the baseball crossing his head and landing on the stands in the outfield.
Chapter completed!