It was one out, with a runner on Third Base.
In this situation, the Wada High School Baseball Team had countless offensive strategies they could employ.
No matter how arrogant the Seido High School Baseball Team members were, they weren't one hundred percent confident they could stop the opponent's offense in this situation.
Not to mention their pitcher, Kawakami, whose condition was greatly affected by the previous pitch that almost hit the opponent, making him unable to perform at one hundred percent of his strength.
Even if he could maintain his best condition, avoiding a run in this situation would still depend on luck.
However, the reactions of the Wada High School Baseball Team players were very strange.
They seemed unsatisfied with just scoring one run; besides that one run, they wanted to get on base, and even had bigger ambitions.
Miyuki noticed this.
He put himself in the opponent's shoes, imagining what the Wada High School Baseball Team's batters truly wanted to do now.
If he were in such a passive situation, what would he want to do most right now?
The game was already halfway through, and the score was 6:2.
Such a heaven-sent opportunity, with the pitcher in poor condition, was lucky to have once; they couldn't expect the Seido High School Baseball Team's pitcher to remain like this.
It was very likely that in the next inning, the Seido High School Baseball Team's pitcher would be replaced.
If they just wanted a respectable outcome, a game where they didn't lose face, then using a bunt to secure one run was undoubtedly the best choice.
Although even if they bunted, they might not succeed, it was undoubtedly the safest or most successful approach.
It's just that this safest approach felt less exciting.
But what if the opponent wanted to win?
If the opponent was unwilling to accept their fate and lose to the Seido High School Baseball Team, if they still wanted to win the game and advance to the semifinals, then they couldn't be satisfied with just scoring a third run.
They must want to score as many runs as possible, or at least get one more runner on base.
At this point, even one more runner on base was extremely important for their entire baseball team.
Because with a few more runners on base, they could cycle through to the fifth round of hitting, changing the rhythm of their offense.
"Heh heh!"
Miyuki suddenly realized that the players of the Wada High School Baseball Team were quite adorable; their thoughts were exactly like his.
If it were him, no matter what disadvantage he was in, he probably wouldn't willingly accept defeat, right?
If he was unwilling to accept defeat, then the opponent's current intentions became clear.
Not to mention, this guy named Ogata Jūjirō was a powerful hitter himself, not one of those specialized pitchers who could only pitch and not hit.
The opponent was able to make such a risky choice probably because Ogata Jūjirō was currently in their batter's box.
"I can't let your expectations go to waste; I'll give you a big gift."
Miyuki signaled.
Kawakami on the pitcher's mound saw the signal Miyuki gave him, and his little heart thumped uncontrollably.
Although he one hundred percent trusted Miyuki's pitch calling, wasn't this a bit too bold?
The signal Miyuki gave him at this moment was to pitch about four balls above the center of the strike zone.
"The opponent won't miss a pitch right down the middle like that. But they definitely won't hit it far, as their stance will be awkward. As long as they successfully hit the ball, we win."
Kawakami, on the pitcher's mound, couldn't be in perfect sync with Miyuki, but he still threw his Fastball with all his might.
Perhaps it was because he threw too hard, or perhaps Kawakami's condition still hadn't recovered.
This pitch had a significant deviation, one and a half balls lower than the intended trajectory.
As a result, the ball became about two balls above the exact center of the strike zone.
It was basically a pitch right down the middle.
Oh no!
Miyuki's eyes widened when he saw this.
This was the helplessness of being a catcher; even if he devised a perfect battle strategy, he couldn't anticipate unexpected situations.
Just like now, Kawakami, who usually had good control, suddenly made a mistake.
If the baseball had been higher, it wouldn't have mattered, but now it was so much lower.
With Ogata Jūjirō's hitting prowess, there was a very high probability he would hit the ball out of the park.
Seeing the baseball flying towards him, Ogata Jūjirō's pupils widened instantly in the batter's box.
He gripped the bat tightly with both hands and swung hard at the incoming baseball.
"Ping!"
The bat solidly connected with the baseball, sending it flying far away.
Ogata Jūjirō's feel was good, but he was also a bit surprised.
The Seido High School Baseball Team's pitcher named Kawakami wasn't tall or burly.
He gave the impression of being the weakest in terms of power among all of the Seido High School Baseball Team's pitchers.
In fact, compared to Seido's other three pitchers, he was indeed the weakest.
But even this weakest pitcher's pitches seemed to have considerable power.
He had just felt a significant recoil; being able to blast the ball out was already good.
Watching the baseball fly far away, Miyuki stood up nervously, his eyes never leaving the ball; wherever the ball flew, his eyes followed.
He was still very worried that the baseball would fly out of the stadium without hesitation.
Then the Seido High School Baseball Team would be in big trouble.
6:2 would become 6:4.
The six-run lead that the Seido High School Baseball Team had worked so hard to achieve would instantly disappear.
No one on the Seido High School Baseball Team would be able to accept such a situation.
Let alone Miyuki, who had planned this offense!
He absolutely could not accept it.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on that little white ball, watching it fly all the way to the back of the field.
Fortunately, the baseball finally ran out of power and began to drop.
Miyuki's heart also settled back down.
Ogata Jūjirō, who was running to First Base, pouted regretfully when he saw this.
Just a little short?
The baseball only flew about seventy meters; if it could have flown another twenty or thirty meters, it would have flown out of the stadium.
Now the baseball dropped straight down.
Of course, this situation wasn't the worst.
They could still score a run.
The runner on Third Base for the Wada High School Baseball Team also kept his eyes on the ball.
Even without guidance from the Third Base coach, he was confident enough to advance to home plate.
Generally speaking, a distance of about sixty meters allows for a direct steal of home plate.
Although at this distance, a throw could definitely reach home plate, the outfielder needs time to switch hands and get into a throwing stance after catching the ball.
Moreover, at such a long distance, it's difficult to throw the baseball accurately, and if there's a mistake, the time would extend significantly.
So, generally speaking, as long as the hit ball travels far enough, the runner can definitely return to home plate.
At least in the past, this had always worked for them.
Not to mention this ball went over seventy meters, heading towards eighty meters.
From their perspective, the outfielder's catching position wasn't far from the wall.
In this situation, the probability of their runner returning to home plate was one hundred percent.
In the stands, some die-hard supporters of the Seido High School Baseball Team had already let out sighs of regret.
Although they were about to get an out, they weren't happy at all.
This game was much more tumultuous than they had imagined.
This was not what the Seido High School Baseball Team's supporters wanted to see.
When Zhang Han saw the baseball falling above his head, he instinctively reacted.
His body began to retreat, increasing the distance between himself and where the baseball would land.
Then, just before catching the ball, his legs crossed, and he started running forward at extreme speed.
His speed was incredibly fast; in a blink, he intersected with the ball's landing point, then snatched the ball with his glove, his body's speed undiminished, continuing to sprint forward, and at the same time, the ball in his glove was transferred to his left hand.
He used to use his right hand, but this time he temporarily changed; although the glove wasn't very comfortable, catching the ball was no problem.
After catching the ball, Zhang Han immediately threw it back without stopping.
"Boom!"
Carrying Zhang Han's running acceleration, the baseball, with a huge whooshing sound, under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes in the stands, was like a white storm assaulting home plate.
The runner from the Wada High School Baseball Team who had already reached Third Base was also no ordinary person.
Seeing Zhang Han catch the ball out of the corner of his eye, he stomped hard on the Third Base bag, then used the recoil to quickly run towards home plate.
Although he knew he would definitely get on base, his movements showed no hesitation.
In just a blink of an eye, he saw home plate.
Success!
His inner joy had just begun to surface when he heard a huge gasp from around him.
Then he heard his teammates urgently shouting at him.
"Run!"
"The ball's here!"
The runner, who was running at full speed, wasn't very clear-headed at this moment; he didn't really hear what his teammates were saying.
But his movements were not at all sluggish; as he neared home plate, he chose to dive directly.
He couldn't let any accident happen; at this moment, he absolutely had to score this run first, narrowing the score difference to three runs.
Although this wasn't the ideal situation for the Wada High School Baseball Team players, according to their most ideal scenario, they should have actually scored four runs.
But unfortunately, their batter was outsmarted and didn't hit a Homerun, only a fly ball to the outfield.
Fortunately, they could still get this run…
What was that?
Just as the runner dove, he saw a white blur suddenly appear in front of him.
The runner's brain didn't even have time to think; he just stared blankly as a glove appeared and caught the ball.
Then that glove blocked his path.
Although he successfully dove and his hand touched home plate, the glove touched his arm before his body touched the home plate bag.
The umpire clearly saw that the glove touched the arm first, but was stunned at the moment.
And at this moment, in the stands, tens of thousands of eyes were fixed on him.
Those spectators didn't have the convenience of the umpire; they actually couldn't see which came first, which came second.
They couldn't even see if Miyuki had touched the opponent with his glove.
So they anxiously awaited the umpire's announcement of the result.
The umpire of this game suddenly felt incredibly honored.
To be so anticipated was a first.
"Out!"
"Double Play!!"
The final result made the Seido High School Baseball Team supporters, who had previously given up hope, jump up in excitement.
Although such behavior was very undignified, they couldn't care less about that now.
If they didn't jump up at this moment, they would look down on themselves.
"Seido! Seido!!!"
Zhang Han's performance was something no one had anticipated before.
Especially those holding speed guns, their eyes were almost straight as they looked at the speed measured by their speed guns.
"161 kmph!"
Oh my goodness, can someone tell them if they're hallucinating?
Or is there something wrong with the speed guns in their hands?
Otherwise, how could such a fast ball appear on the field?
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