Chapter 197: The God of Contact!

"How about that? Didn't expect that, did you?" Miyuki looked up with a mischievous smirk.

Huangqian Yangyi turned his head to look at Ono Hiroshi, and Ono Hiroshi immediately displayed the number on the radar gun.

115 kilometers.

The difference between this pitch speed and Huangqian Yangyi's current maximum speed reached as much as 40 kilometers.

"Hiss~!" Kuramochi gasped.

You have to know, this wasn't a slow ball; this was a Changeup, and there is a fundamental difference between the two.

"Pervert," Kuramochi said, then picked up his bat and walked to the side to take some practice swings.

"Hehehe, who else wants to hit?" Huangqian Yangyi turned his head to look at the others.

"I want to hit!"

Before anyone else could speak, a youthful voice suddenly rang out from the doorway.

Everyone turned to look; it was Furuya Satoru.

Hearing this poker-faced guy beside him speak up, Sawamura was not about to be left behind.

"I want to hit too!"

Upon hearing this, Huangqian Yangyi beckoned to the two of them.

Receiving permission, both Sawamura and Furuya Satoru showed looks of pleasant surprise and trotted over to stand in front of Huangqian Yangyi.

"Thank you, senior."

"Aniki!"

Huangqian Yangyi nodded and said, "Three chances each."

"As long as you can hit one ball, I'll treat you to ice cream tomorrow."

When the two heard this, they were instantly delighted.

"Aniki, if I hit two balls, can I have two!" Sawamura shouted with full confidence.

"Heh." Huangqian Yangyi was speechless; where did this guy get such inexplicable confidence?

As a result, Furuya Satoru, standing to the side, seemed to have his competitive spirit ignited by Sawamura, "I want three!"

Miyuki, crouching opposite, burst out laughing. Two? Three? It would be considered lucky if these two guys could even make contact with one ball.

"You're being looked down upon, Huangqian," Ono Hiroshi said with a gloating laugh.

Huangqian Yangyi rolled his eyes at him, then turned to the two and said, "Who's going first?!"

"Me!" both said at the same time.

The two turned to look at each other, then simultaneously extended their hands; Sawamura threw scissors, Furuya Satoru threw rock.

"I won." Furuya Satoru lifted his chin slightly, appearing very proud.

Seeing this, Huangqian Yangyi smiled and said, "You two have quite the rapport; when did you meet?"

"Meet? We don't know each other," Sawamura said as if it were obvious.

This...

Huangqian Yangyi truly hadn't expected that these two guys still didn't know each other even now.

"Forget it, Furuya, go to the other side," Huangqian Yangyi said.

"Mm-hmm." Furuya Satoru nodded like a well-behaved child and walked over to Miyuki's side.

He had long wanted to stand on the other side and see Huangqian Yangyi's pitching with his own eyes; he hadn't expected the opportunity to come so quickly.

"Damn it, it was clearly my turn first," Sawamura said through gritted teeth.

Hearing this, Huangqian Yangyi turned his head to look at him, "Go to the side, don't block my pitching."

Sawamura walked to the side looking aggrieved, and after Huangqian Yangyi reminded Furuya Satoru to get ready, he threw the ball.

With a 'whoosh', Furuya Satoru didn't make any reaction at all, and the baseball had already been caught in Miyuki's glove.

"How was it, kid? Faster than your pitch, right?" Huangqian Yangyi smiled.

"Mm-hmm!" Furuya Satoru nodded vigorously. His own pitching was now approaching 150 kilometers, but only after experiencing Huangqian Yangyi's speed firsthand did he realize he still had a long way to go.

"Watch closely, the ball path isn't the only thing that matters," Huangqian Yangyi said, then threw another ball.

The baseball flew toward the extreme outer corner; Furuya swung his bat, yet it still brushed past the baseball.

"Ono, the speed of this pitch?"

"142," Ono Hiroshi said.

After Huangqian Yangyi gave an 'mm', he turned his head and said, "How about it? You can't hit it even if the speed isn't fast; do you know the reason?"

Furuya Satoru was silent for a long moment before looking up and saying, "Control?"

"Exactly. Remember the training plan I gave you before? Your primary task is stamina and control," Huangqian Yangyi said, his tone becoming serious.

"I know," Furuya Satoru said.

Huangqian Yangyi smiled at Furuya Satoru's obedient demeanor and said, "As long as you know. Just remember not to use too much force during games."

"Games?!" Furuya Satoru's eyes lit up.

"Well, not right now, don't overthink it, but it's a matter of time. Remember what I said today: pitching isn't always better the harder you throw," Huangqian Yangyi said.

Furuya clearly didn't understand what he meant, and Huangqian Yangyi didn't explain further; he then threw the third ball, struck out Furuya Satoru, and it was Sawamura's turn.

"Your turn."

"My turn!" Sawamura walked over carrying his bat like a crab.

Just like Furuya Satoru, Sawamura roared and swung at air twice.

Seeing this guy swinging his bat until he spun in circles, Huangqian Yangyi couldn't help but laugh; Sawamura was just too funny.

"Looks like your ice cream is gone," Huangqian Yangyi said to Furuya Satoru, who was standing on the side watching the show.

Furuya Satoru squinted, looking at Sawamura with longing; this hellish weather in Tokyo was almost roasting him to death, he had to have that ice cream!

Seemingly sensing Furuya Satoru's desire, Sawamura decided to unleash his ultimate move; as Huangqian Yangyi threw another Fastball, Sawamura precisely placed his bat in the ball's path.

Bang!

"Ya-ha-ha, I hit it!" Sawamura froze for two seconds, then put his hands on his hips and laughed out loud.

Unexpected indeed; Huangqian Yangyi was speechless, as Sawamura's bunt was simply outrageous.

"Does a bunt count?" Ono Hiroshi asked, dumbfounded.

Not just him, everyone else here was stunned; this guy who didn't look very bright had actually succeeded in a bunt.

Huangqian Yangyi felt helpless, but he only had himself to blame for underestimating Sawamura and throwing a Red Center ball; otherwise, even a bunt would have been very difficult to pull off.

He turned his head to look at Furuya Satoru's expectant little eyes; the child's desire for ice cream had reached an unprecedented level.

"It counts!"

Huangqian Yangyi nodded and said, and Furuya Satoru's previously dull pupils instantly burst with color; Sawamura came to his side, laughing while patting Furuya Satoru on the shoulder.

"Thank you," Furuya Satoru said, turning back gratefully.

"Ya-ha-ha, just leave it to me and rest easy," Sawamura said, getting carried away.

At the same time, in the manager's office, a mustachioed man stroked his chin and, under the gaze of Director Kataoka, Department Head Ota, and Vice Director Takashima Rei, signed his name on a contract.

Early the next morning.

Huangqian Yangyi still got up to run as reliably as clockwork; these ten kilometers every morning made his physical stamina improve very noticeably.

Of course, he didn't do things like pulling tires; there was no need for that, right?

However, what was different today from the past was that Huangqian Yangyi was actually not the first one to arrive at the field.

Under the faint sunlight, a figure was jogging around the field.

Sawamura Eijun!

Seeing this, Huangqian Yangyi nodded with satisfaction; Director Kataoka had clearly only punished Sawamura with an extra 5 kilometers of running before the start of morning practice, yet this kid had actually arrived even earlier than him.