Chapter 249: Yang Shunchen: You can speak Chinese?!

Hearing Huangqian Yangyi's words, Sawamura was somewhat skeptical; would this really work?

"Hey, hey, this isn't a matter of your stance," Miyuki couldn't help but retort. Sawamura's batting was clearly due to his restless mind; swinging in the Batter's Box without a thought, and with his already slow swing speed, it would be a miracle if he could even hit the ball.

"Just try it, what if it works?" Huangqian Yangyi laughed, though he knew Sawamura's problems just as well.

But the key was that the kid actually had a knack for bunting; perhaps this method of drawing parallels could really be effective.

"Kazuya, how about you pitch?" Huangqian Yangyi suddenly said.

"Me?" Miyuki was stunned for a moment, then began to chuckle.

"Fine, I'll guest-star as a Pitcher today."

"Hahaha, your pitch speed is quite fast too, don't use too much force," Huangqian Yangyi cautioned. Miyuki's pitch speed also exceeded 140 km/h; if it weren't for the fact that he was dead set on being a Catcher, he could definitely have become a formidable Pitcher.

Just then, Chris asked in a low voice, "Kazuya, you won't hit me, will you?"

"Hahaha, Senior Chris, you're scared, aren't you?" Miyuki laughed loudly as he walked to the pitcher's mound.

"Heh, pitch then," Chris sneered.

"Sorry, shouldn't you be helping me look at my batting? How did this turn into a duel between the master and Miyuki Kazuya?" Sawamura said with his head lowered.

Chris smiled slightly, "Get ready. If you can't hit it, you'll go run 5 laps around the field later."

Sawamura's face stiffened, then he assumed a bunting stance and shouted at Miyuki: "Come on, Miyuki Kazuya!"

"You could at least call me senior, you know," Miyuki said with a wry smile.

Soon, Miyuki threw a Fastball in a professional manner; the speed wasn't fast, less than 140 km/h.

The moment Miyuki swung his arm, Sawamura pulled back his bat and then swung it toward the direction the baseball was flying.

Bang!

"Holy cow, he actually hit it," Huangqian Yangyi said in surprise.

Having hit the ball, Sawamura himself was stunned for a good while.

"It really works!" After coming to his senses, Sawamura looked at Huangqian Yangyi with delight.

"See? Haha, I thought about this crash course for a long time, it's exclusive to you!" Huangqian Yangyi lied without blushing or skipping a beat.

"Thanks, Aniki!" Sawamura shouted.

"Although this is useful, you still need to do your batting practice properly. I look forward to the day you hit a Home Run!"

"Yes!"

Following that, Sawamura hit ten balls in a row, connecting with 5 of them—a solid 50% batting average! It's just that the balls he hit were flying everywhere, with no way to control the height or direction.

Having settled Sawamura, Huangqian Yangyi began his Palmball practice again, with Miyuki, who had been looking forward to it, taking over as the catcher.

Sawamura, who had been swinging alone to find his rhythm, saw the Palmball, and a look of immense longing immediately erupted in his eyes.

"Master! I want to learn this!"

Sawamura looked at Chris like a little puppy.

Chris smiled gently and shook his head, "It's not your time yet. Master your control first; only when you can achieve Nine-Grid Control will you be able to practice a Breaking Ball."

Hearing this, Sawamura let out a very disappointed "Oh" and walked to the side to continue swinging.

Seeing this, a look of gratification appeared on Chris's face. Sawamura's unique Seven-colored Changeup, formed from playing sandlot baseball, no longer had that strange tail-end movement after his pitching form was adjusted and fixed. Regarding Sawamura's development, the Coach, Ochiai, and Chris all had a general idea: to master the Seven-colored Changeup freely, Sawamura must put in his best effort to build a foundation in control. Once that is done and his Seven-colored Changeup is developed, Sawamura will possess a very powerful weapon.

Of course, if it weren't for the reliable seniors holding the line in front, and Seido not currently being in desperate need of the power of Sawamura and Furuya, they might have already let the two of them start learning Breaking Balls.

The next day, 8:30 AM.

The 20 members of the Seido First String gathered on time at the field, boarded the bus, and the group arrived at today's competition venue.

Outside the venue, they ran into the Mingchuan High School group who had arrived at the same time.

Yang Shunchen walked at the very front of the team, his sharp gaze instantly locking onto Huangqian Yangyi, who was still yawning and looking lazy in the Seido ranks.

Regarding this opponent, although Mingchuan took them seriously, they had only taken a shallow look at the game footage of Huangqian Yangyi and hadn't studied it too deeply. It wasn't because they didn't value Huangqian Yangyi, but because Yang Shunchen deduced that with Seido's deep pitching rotation, they wouldn't send out Huangqian Yangyi against an unknown opponent like them.

Therefore, rather than wasting time studying Huangqian Yangyi, who was unlikely to appear, it was better to study Seido's other 4 pitchers, especially the third-year Tanba Koichiro and the second-year Kawakami Norifumi.

Unsurprisingly, Seido's pitching lineup today would focus on these two.

"Hello!"

When two teams meet, it is impossible not to exchange greetings.

Just as the two coaches were exchanging polite pleasantries, Huangqian Yangyi walked out of the ranks and came before Yang Shunchen, extending his hand.

"Chinese?!"

Yang Shunchen didn't react at first; he stared blankly for a long time at the hand Huangqian Yangyi extended.

"What? Is it strange that I can speak Chinese?" Huangqian Yangyi laughed.

Only then did Yang Shunchen hurriedly reach out and shake hands with Huangqian Yangyi, "Hello, I didn't expect your Chinese to be so standard."

"That's right," Huangqian Yangyi chuckled to himself.

"Interesting~"

Yang Shunchen became even more curious about Huangqian Yangyi. That the strongest pitcher of this generation could actually speak Chinese really surprised him.

"Of course it's interesting. Seeing your profile gave me a start; you've only been learning baseball for a year, you're truly amazing." Huangqian Yangyi did not hold back his praise. If this Yang Shunchen could improve his pitch speed, he would truly be a terrifying opponent.

Hearing this, even someone as calm as Yang Shunchen felt a trace of excitement in his heart. This feeling of being recognized by a strong player was truly blood-pumping.

In Yang Shunchen's mind, among pitchers of the same generation, Huangqian Yangyi and Narumiya Mei were the ones he recognized most and wanted to defeat the most.

"I am honored to hear your praise. I hope that today, we will have the chance to face each other," Yang Shunchen said from the heart.

"Heh, we'll see, if you can force me out," Huangqian Yangyi said.

Yang Shunchen nodded heavily, "I will!"

"I look forward to it."

The two chatted like old friends, while their respective teammates and coaches behind them were all completely bewildered.

Wait, what are you two talking about? We don't understand!