Chapter 225: You, don't you like baseball?

Setting up his glove, Kamei Kei gave the signal.

Kiyomine Haruka nodded; he didn't care who the Batter was, he would only throw the ball into Kamei Kei's glove.

Whoosh!

Standing over one meter eighty, Kiyomine Haruka whipped the baseball out with his long arms.

The little white ball shot out like a streak of light; Huangqian Yangyi's eyes locked onto the incoming prey like a falcon, and he swung his bat heavily.

What terrifying momentum!

Kamei Kei's pupils dilated; the moment Huangqian Yangyi swung his bat, an inexplicable pressure swept over his entire body, giving him the illusion that he couldn't even breathe.

Bang!

The bat bit hard into the baseball and sent it flying.

"Yo-ho, the ball quality is good; it's quite heavy," Huangqian Yangyi said with surprise after hitting the baseball away.

Behind him, Miyuki shook his head helplessly; he hadn't told Huangqian Yangyi about these two's background yet, so it was normal for him to be surprised.

Just looking at that Fastball, to the naked eye, the speed should be over 140; such speed is absolutely top-tier in middle school.

"The senior's batting is truly impressive," Kamei Kei said, looking up. Kiyomine Haruka had definitely thrown that ball in his best state—regardless of speed or power, even the pitch location was controlled to the low outside corner. Even so, it was easily knocked away, which forced Kamei Kei to marvel at the strength of Huangqian Yangyi's batting.

"Don't overthink it; you are still just middle schoolers. Even if you get beaten miserably today, it's to be expected," Huangqian Yangyi said, looking down.

Kamei Kei gave a soft hum; although Huangqian Yangyi spoke quite bluntly, it was definitely the truth. He was a rational person and knew the gap in strength between the two sides.

Without further words, Kamei Kei continued to give signals.

Whoosh!

The second ball flew in, and Huangqian Yangyi swung his bat again, hitting this tricky Slider away once more.

Then came the third ball, a Two-seam Fastball, but unfortunately, it still couldn't escape the fate of being hit away.

After three pitches, Huangqian Yangyi had gauged their strength; the Catcher aside, this Pitcher was definitely one with a future.

A pitch speed nearing 145 kilometers, precise control, and mastery of the four-seam, two-seam, and Slider—that alone was enough to put him directly onto the competition field.

Compared to Sawamura and Furuya Satoru, talent aside, his level of completion was higher than those two.

When it came down to it, those two kids had been wasting time before, but Kiyomine Haruka was different; this was clearly someone who had undergone systematic training from a young age.

If one had to say, Kiyomine Haruka was very similar to Narumiya Mei.

Both were genius Pitchers from Little League backgrounds; the pity was that the one before him had a Catcher who seemed to follow him through life and death, while Narumiya Mei was a loser who hadn't obtained Miyuki.

Pfft~

Huangqian Yangyi suddenly laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Miyuki asked curiously.

"Thought of something happy."

Miyuki was speechless and turned to ask Kamei Kei, "Are you two going to keep pitching?"

Kamei Kei shook his head, "That's enough. However, we would like to witness Senior Huangqian's pitching."

"Alright," Huangqian Yangyi said, putting down his bat and taking off his batting gloves.

Soon, Huangqian Yangyi put on a pitcher's glove, took a baseball, and stood on the Pitcher's Mound, while Miyuki just put on one glove and squatted down.

"Senior Miyuki, aren't you wearing protective gear?" Kamei Kei asked. This was Huangqian Yangyi's pitching; catching it like this, what if something happened?

"No need," Miyuki said with a smile.

Kamei Kei stepped aside. Is this the trust between these two? He glanced at Kiyomine Haruka—hmm, just like us.

At this moment, Kiyomine Haruka stood in the Batter's Box holding a bat; his tall stature was clearly the type full of explosive power.

Miyuki glanced over, then nodded at Huangqian Yangyi without giving any signals; he didn't think that with Huangqian Yangyi's pitching, he needed to rack his brains to call pitches against two middle schoolers.

Zoom!

Under Kamei Kei's extremely focused observation, Huangqian Yangyi's pitch flew out like a bullet.

Pop!

The baseball entered the glove, and Kiyomine Haruka swung; it was too late.

"So fast!" Kamei Kei clenched his fists. Such pitch speed was something they had never encountered before, completely beyond their cognition and ability range.

Kiyomine Haruka, having swung and missed, now ignited his fighting spirit; the stronger the opponent, the more excited he became.

"Good eyes. Then, let's go again."

Zoom!

Whoosh!

Two more Fastballs, one inside and one outside; Kiyomine Haruka's swing still couldn't hit even once.

What terrifying pitching. Three swings and misses, yet Kiyomine Haruka wasn't discouraged; instead, he was even more eager to try.

"That's it, let's stop here. Continuing to hit would just be a waste of effort," Huangqian Yangyi said.

This kid before him had good pitching ability and a high level of batting; he was a genius, but for now, he was still lacking. One could only say his future was promising and his prospects were boundless.

"Thank you for the instruction, Senior Huangqian," Kamei Kei said, stepping forward and bowing.

With just three Fastballs, he had already seen the gap; this was the number one high school Pitcher in Japan. Truly impressive.

"What, don't you want to try hitting?" Miyuki looked up and asked with a smile.

"Me?" Kamei Kei said subconsciously, then looked at Huangqian Yangyi. Being able to personally experience the opponent's pitching in the Batter's Box didn't seem bad either.

"I'll give it a try." Saying this, Kamei Kei put on his glove, picked up a bat, and stood in the Batter's Box.

Just like Kiyomine Haruka, Kamei Kei's batting level was quite good, but after three pitches, he likewise hadn't even touched the skin of the baseball.

"Let's leave it at that for today. It's getting late, so let's talk about anything else later. Why don't we exchange contact information first?" Miyuki stood up and made a suggestion.

"Alright, thank you, Senior," Kamei Kei said calmly.

Three pitches; only after experiencing it personally did he truly understand why Huangqian Yangyi was called the strongest Pitcher. He was truly too strong.

At this moment, Kamei Kei suddenly felt so tired; the road to cultivating Kiyomine Haruka into Japan's number one Pitcher was too difficult, too arduous.

After the group came out of the batting center and exchanged contact information, they prepared to go their separate ways, but it was at this moment that Miyuki spoke up.

"Kamei Kei, perhaps it is my illusion; if I said something wrong, I apologize."

Kamei Kei looked at Miyuki in confusion, "Senior Miyuki, please speak."

"You are very talented, but I feel that you don't seem happy. Is it because you don't like baseball?" Miyuki asked with a frown.

Since they first met, Miyuki had almost never seen a smile on Kamei Kei's face, except when he was talking to Minei Haruka.

At other times, whether batting or crouching as a Catcher, Miyuki could sense an inexplicable negative emotion from Kamei Kei, as if he were suppressing something; this feeling made Miyuki very uncomfortable.

As a Catcher, his observational skills were very strong and he was also very sensitive; he did not think this was his illusion, as from Kamei Kei's eyes, Miyuki could not see his passion for baseball.