This is the first feeling of Baihe.

He knew that this ball was extraordinary, and he could even feel the powerful tail power carried on this ball.

However, the speed doesn't seem to be that fast...

The ball that he could not have touched originally seems to be completely impossible to touch now.

Baihe bit the tip of his tongue and beat the bat in his hand out with a tough bullet.

"Table!"

The baseball bounced on the bat, then crossed the heads of Miyuki and the referee, and landed behind the two.

"Outside the boundary!"

Zhang Han won a good number of goals.

But supporters of the Seido High School baseball team, including Zhang Han's fans, were not happy at all.

On the huge display, there are three bright red Arabic numerals.

153!

This is the speed of the ball that Zhang Han just now.

Zhang Han on the pitcher mound felt that the power on his left hand was not exerted at all.

No, it doesn't feel like that.

He made the same mistake as Jian Gu Xiao.

It’s not that the harder the pitching is, the faster the baseball you throw is.

These are two concepts and cannot be confused.

If you want to increase the speed of the ball, in addition to strength, you must also make your entire pitching movement, including waving your arms and throwing the ball...

Become smoother!

Just now, Zhang Han felt a hint of sluggish when he pitched the ball.

It was precisely because of this slight delay that he could not fully shoot his ball speed.

At this moment, the supporters of the Daocheng Industrial High School baseball team finally won a chance to breathe.

At that moment, they even thought that they were going to surrender.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Han is also an unstable pitcher.

"So it's an intermittent burst pitcher..."

This group of people's words was also detrimental. The nickname given to Zhang Han made supporters of the Seidou High School baseball team angrily win the championship, but they were helpless.

The facts are there, and no matter how reluctant they are to admit it, it will be useless.

Indeed, the ball that Zhang Han just threw just now was too slow!

It’s not that the ball is 153 kilometers slow, but that compared to their previous expectations of Zhang Han, the speed of this ball seems to be insufficient.

Zhang Han on the pitcher mound completely ignored the reactions of the fans in the stands at this time.

His brain seemed to have passed the movie, and he passed the action he had just pitched.

There seems to be no problem...

He has been using the same pitching movements. He has practiced for a full five years from the time of junior high school to high school.

Zhang Han can basically be said to be textbook-level for the ball in a fixed position.

Where does the problem occur?

Why did the ball he just threw into Yuyu's gloves feel particularly smooth?

These questions hovered in Zhang Han's brain.

As if a flash of inspiration flashed, Zhang Han suddenly thought of a possibility, a possibility that he had never thought about before.

Perhaps because of the reason why he received the exam-oriented education since childhood, Zhang Han particularly believed in the standards.

In the past, he always thought that the standard was good. Just as the pitching posture he honed was exactly the same as the textbook described, the pitching naturally came out.

But each pitcher has a different body. They have different heights, weights, different lengths of arms, and even more different widths of palms...

The movements in the textbooks are about the most accomplished players on the professional baseball field.

It is said that the most suitable pitching action for humans in theory...

But these things are not necessarily suitable for Zhang Han.

After thinking all this, when Zhang Han made a second shot, he boldly changed his position.

His steps took a little more than half a step.

"This posture is a bit awkward!"

Baihe in the attack area keenly discovered this.

He thought something was wrong with Zhang Han's pitching, so he excitedly held the bat in his hand.

As long as the white baseball is thrown, he vows to play it out.

Yuyu, who was also facing Zhang Han, also discovered that Zhang Han's pitching posture looked a bit different from before.

What's going on?

Yuyu doesn't understand.

Without waiting for him to figure it out, he saw the white baseball fly out.

So fast!

Not only the speed of the ball, but also Zhang Han's pitching action.

Without any slight sluggishness, perfectly mobilize all parts and joints of the body, and throw the baseball in your hand with all your might.

This time, Zhang Han's feeling was much smoother.

"That's how it feels!"

"call out!"

The baseball Zhang Han threw this time is not as imposing as the first goal.

But the speed is at its peak.

The white ball, like a dazzling white light, instantly traveled through more than ten meters of space and appeared in front of the hitter.

Baihe in the attack area watched the ball fly past his eyes without any time to react.

"Bang!"

The baseball smashed into Miyuki's open gloves.

So fast!

At the scene, tens of thousands of eyes looked at the electronic scoreboard at the same time.

They couldn't wait to know what the speed of this ball was?

The numbers displayed on the electronic scoreboard are so slow...

The fans waited for a while before the numbers appeared.

161km!

When Zhang Han faced a hitter, he scored a speed ball of light of more than 160 kilometers in two consecutive goals.

Even the two masters in front of him who shot 160 kilometers of light speed balls have never done this.

He is the only one.

Not only is the only high school pitcher in this era, but also the only high school student who has done it in the past 30 years.
Chapter completed!