Chapter 228: Summer Training Camp

Three days later, the Seido High School Baseball Team entered their annual summer training camp.

In the evening, after finishing their daily training, everyone on the First String did not leave the field; furthermore, everyone who was not on the First String also stayed behind. For the next 7 days, the Devil Training Week, they would assist the coaching staff in helping the First String train.

"Everyone, come over and eat!"

The afternoon training had just ended, and the Baseball Club's cute Managers pushed carts of food to the edge of the field.

"Whoa, so much good food! Did the Managers make all of this?"

"I want to eat this!"

"Don't grab, you jerk! Idiot!"

"Mine, mine, it's all mine!"

A large crowd from the team swarmed around the Managers. Training was so exhausting that everyone was already starving. The others might have been better off, as they were only assisting, but the First String's training volume had doubled compared to usual.

"Hey! Sawamura! That's mine!" Kuramochi grabbed Sawamura, who was snatching food, and pulled him out of the crowd.

"The seniors haven't even eaten yet, you guy!"

"And Furuya! What are you doing sneaking around over there!"

Kuramochi Yoichi turned into a disciplinary committee member, catching First Years stealing food everywhere. Huangqian Yangyi stood outside the crowd, watching the lively scene, and walked alone to the lawn on the side to sit down. Before long, Fujiwara Takako walked over carrying a lunch box.

"Here, just as you asked, a nutritional meal." Fujiwara Takako placed the lunch box on Huangqian Yangyi's lap.

"Thank you, Senior, for your hard work." Huangqian Yangyi looked up, smiled at the setting sun, and said.

"It's no trouble. Compared to you all, I can only do what I'm capable of, trying my best to help everyone replenish their stamina. After all, the Devil Week is very tiring," Fujiwara Takako said.

Huangqian Yangyi opened the lunch box; the exquisite food made his appetite soar. "Senior, want to eat together?"

Fujiwara Takako shook her head. "I've already eaten. You hurry up and eat; there's fruit later."

"Mm."

Just then, Miyuki walked over holding two rice balls.

"You guy, actually sneaking a private meal from the Senior!" Miyuki indignantly accused Huangqian Yangyi.

"Wah-ah-um-yah..."

"Finish eating before you talk!" Miyuki said helplessly.

Swallowing what was in his mouth, Huangqian Yangyi laughed: "What, are you jealous? It's useless even if you are."

"Damn it!" Miyuki took a big bite of his rice ball, then sat down beside Huangqian Yangyi.

At the same time, Kuramochi Yoichi, as a senior, was earnestly giving instructions to the few First Years on the First String.

"The night training is super, super tough. Eat as much as you can now, or you definitely won't be able to hold out!"

"Really??"

"Absolutely!"

Kuramochi said to Sawamura and the others with a serious face.

"Then I'll eat another rice ball!" Arima Kazusa hurriedly walked back toward the Managers.

"I'll eat too." Furuya Satoru followed blankly.

Then Sawamura also chose to believe Kuramochi Yoichi. Only Kominato Haruichi watched this scene with a smile; he wasn't stupid.

"Heh heh~" Kuramochi had a wicked grin. How did that saying go? He had been caught in the rain himself, so he had to tear down the juniors' umbrellas and let them get soaked too.

Soon, Sawamura actually came back holding two rice balls in one hand.

"Hahaha, after eating these, I'm not afraid of any tough training!" Sawamura proudly showed off the rice balls in his hands to everyone.

Seeing this, the surrounding seniors kept a tacit silence, then looked at each other and smiled.

Yuki Tetsuya: "He's definitely going to throw up, right."

Isashiki Jun: "He will!"

Masuko Toru: "Definitely throw up!"

Shirasu: "He's a dead man."

Kominato Ryosuke: "Poor idiot."

Happy times always pass in a flash. After eating and replenishing their stamina, training resumed after a half-hour rest.

"Relay Base Running! 20 times! Start!"

Following the call from the assisting players, 10 First String members on each of the A and B-side Fields began their base running training.

"Fast, fast, fast! Run!"

Someone on the sidelines shouted.

On the B-side Field, Sawamura and Arima Kazusa started running together. After running a lap around the bases and returning, Sawamura proudly put his hands on his hips.

"It's simple, right? I usually run while dragging two tires, this is nothing at all, yah-hahaha."

Perhaps because they had stayed in the same dormitory for a long time, Sawamura's laughter gradually became Kuramochi-fied.

Beside Sawamura, Arima Kazusa, who also didn't feel tired, had a grave expression. Unlike the single-celled Sawamura, he had heard it very clearly just now: 20 times of base running! After each run, they could rest for one minute.

At this frequency, running twenty laps in a row would definitely be lethal.

Luckily he ate a lot just now, otherwise he definitely wouldn't have been able to hold out.

Soon, a minute passed, and Sawamura and Arima Kazusa started running again.

3 laps, 5 laps, 10 laps!

Only halfway through, several First Years had already felt what "Devil Training" meant; their lungs were about to explode.

"First Years! Run!"

The second and third-year seniors holding stopwatches on the sidelines saw Sawamura and the others slowing down and opened their mouths to urge them without hesitation.

Both fields were conducting the same training simultaneously. After twenty rounds of base running, before everyone could even rest properly, Coach Kataoka grabbed a megaphone and shouted at everyone.

"Rest in place for 3 minutes! Next is 300 rounds of Batting Practice!"

"What?!!"

"No way."

"Again?"

The few First Year brats stared at Coach Kataoka in shock; they were already this exhausted, was training still not over?

At the A-side Field, Huangqian Yangyi replenished some water and turned his head to look at the B-side Field.

"Those guys, they're definitely going to throw up in a bit."

Saying this, Huangqian Yangyi walked quickly to the side of the field to find Fujiwara Takako.

"Senior, did you bring your phone?"

Fujiwara Takako was currently helping other team members carry baskets of baseballs onto the field; upon hearing Huangqian Yangyi's words, she turned around and said, "I brought it, but it's in the bag over there."

"Hehe, as long as you brought it, I have a favor to ask, Senior." Huangqian Yangyi smirked and leaned in close to Fujiwara Takako's ear to whisper something.

The three-minute break passed, and everyone began Batting Practice; all players from the first, second, and third years who could pitch, excluding the First String, stood in a row, with each First String member paired with one.

As the baseballs were thrown, the sound of bats striking baseballs rang out continuously.

Opposite Huangqian Yangyi, the one responsible for pitching was the First Year, Tojo Hideaki.

During middle school, Tojo Hideaki was also a pitcher for a national top-four team.

He entered Seido with high ambitions, only to be left battered and bruised by the cruelty of high school baseball; although he never gave up on his dream of standing on the Pitcher's Mound, he voluntarily switched to become an outfielder.

The competition for the Pitcher's Mound at Seido was simply too intense.

If not for Furuya Satoru and Sawamura Eijun, perhaps Tojo Hideaki would have been the pitcher from their class receiving the most focus and expectations.