Chapter 255: Yang Shunchen Takes Action!

Yang Shunchen's expression was serious; the game had reached this point, and they had yet to score a single run. While this made Yang Shunchen feel immense pressure, he couldn't help but feel a trace of excitement in his heart—it was only fun to play against a team like this.

Standing in the Batter's Box, Yang Shunchen prepared to hit with extreme focus; neither the Koshien champion Catcher beside him nor the First Year Pitcher opposite him were easy to deal with.

"The pressure is truly intense," Miyuki thought to himself, feeling the aura radiating from Yang Shunchen.

Looking at the current situation, the Mingchuan Batter would absolutely not swing at pitches on the corners when facing Furuya. Miyuki believed that Yang Shunchen could definitely do this even better, so the pitch trajectory must not be too sweet; the opponent was waiting for an easy pitch to hit, and a head-on confrontation was too risky given Furuya's current state.

Since that's the case, take a gamble!

Miyuki had an idea in his mind and gave the signal without a second thought.

A Fastball on the low outer edge!

Pitch it in!!

Miyuki's sharp gaze shot directly at Furuya, and the latter, upon seeing the signal, also felt Miyuki's determination.

Wiping away beads of sweat the size of beans from his forehead, Furuya gripped the baseball tightly; could he pitch it into that spot?

Soon, Furuya made his move, and the baseball came flying toward home plate with a *whoosh*. Yang Shunchen's glasses glinted, and the bat he had just swung suddenly stopped!

*Pop! *

The baseball entered Miyuki's glove.

"Nice!" Miyuki praised him inwardly; this pitch was right on the edge of the strike zone, missing the outside by only half a ball's distance.

"Ball!"

The umpire's voice rang out, and Miyuki turned his head sharply to look at him.

"What is it? Do you have an opinion?" the umpire asked with a frown.

Miyuki squeezed out a smile, "No."

"This is bad," Miyuki gritted his teeth. Unlike Yang Shunchen, who left a good impression on the umpire by hitting exactly where he aimed, Furuya's unstable control today left the umpire with a bad impression. Because of this, pitches on the corners could no longer be thrown.

"This is a disaster," Miyuki thought, throwing the ball back to Furuya while his brain constantly pondered the next pitching strategy.

If he couldn't throw to the corners, that meant he had to face the Batter head-on, and the Mingchuan Batter would swing as soon as he saw the baseball enter an easy-to-hit position in the strike zone.

"No, there must be a pitch that can intimidate the opponent." Thinking of this, Miyuki immediately gave the instruction: pitch with full power, it must go in! Just one is enough!

Furuya raised an eyebrow when he saw the instruction Miyuki gave—telling him to pitch with full power?

With his current physical condition, shouldn't he be focusing more on control? Furuya couldn't quite understand it for a moment, but since Miyuki had given the instruction, he had no choice but to follow it; besides, he also wanted to pitch with full power.

"Hiss—ha!"

With one breath in and one breath out, Furuya felt all the pores on his body open up. Then, he lifted his left leg high and stepped forward forcefully, his arm whipping like a lash, and the little white ball shot out from his fingertips.

At the same time, Yang Shunchen also moved, swinging his bat toward the incoming baseball.

*Pop! *

"Strike!"

Miyuki caught the ball, but he didn't feel very happy inside; this pitch had floated high!

Although the Rising Fastball thrown at full power by Furuya would give the Batter the illusion that the baseball was flying toward their face, Miyuki knew that such a pitch probably wouldn't work on Yang Shunchen.

However, it was enough that this pitch had made it in; he shouldn't pitch with full power again.

Miyuki gave the instruction, and after returning the ball to Furuya, he glanced at the speed gun in the corner: 149 km/h!

"Very good, it seems this pitch definitely left a deep enough impression on the Batter; now there are more choices for the subsequent pitch selection."

"It's not as fast as I imagined. If he pitches from a set position, I can hit it. Don't look with your eyes; you have to feel it with your body."

Suddenly, Miyuki heard Yang Shunchen muttering something under his breath, but unfortunately, he couldn't understand it.

"Shun! Hit it out!"

"It's all up to you!"

"Blast it out!!"

The Mingchuan team members on the sidelines were roaring with all their might.

Seeing this, Seido was not to be outdone, especially the Seido fans.

And on the field.

Kominato Haruichi: "Furuya, pitch it for him to hit!"

Yuki Tetsuya: "Pitch like you always do."

Kuramochi Yoichi: "Don't worry, we've got your back!"

Arima Kazusa: "Don't be nervous, just relax."

Hearing his teammates' voices, the panting Furuya looked toward home plate again; Miyuki had already given the signal: a high outer-corner Fastball.

*Whoosh! *

Furuya didn't hesitate, and the baseball in his hand flew out.

*Pop! *

"Ball!"

Miyuki raised his glove high to catch the ball; this pitch was way too high!

"This kid, why does it feel like his condition isn't even as good as it was during the training games after the camp? The sun must be having too much of an effect."

Miyuki helplessly returned the ball. Although this pitch failed to get a strike, Yang Shunchen's eyes and body must have an impression of two such high Fastballs; now, let's try a pitch in the lower part of the strike zone.

The signal: Forkball!

Furuya nodded; if he used a Forkball, it shouldn't float that high.

"If the ball comes, hit it."

Yang Shunchen's muttering reached Miyuki's ears again.

Just then, Furuya made his move, and the baseball flew toward the strike zone.

"Yosh, the trajectory isn't..."

It didn't drop!!

Miyuki was greatly shocked.

Bang!!!

The thick bat slammed into the baseball, and amidst a crisp sound, the little white ball flew toward Left Fielder.

"Sakai!!"

"Catch it!!"

Watching the baseball fly toward him, Sakai Ichiro saw he couldn't make it in time and dove again; the baseball hit the ground, with his glove just about ten centimeters away from the ball.

Tap, tap, tap—Yang Shunchen had already rushed to First Base by this time and was running toward Second Base again.

Sakai Ichiro quickly got up from the ground, rushed over to pick up the stopped baseball, and threw it back, but by this time, Yang Shunchen had already sprinted past Second Base and hadn't stopped!!

In the end, Yang Shunchen actually relied on this Extra-base Hit to reach Third Base directly!

"Ohhhhhhh!!"

"Shun!"

"Too amazing!"

The members of Meikawa cheered and jumped for joy.

After being suppressed so miserably for the first few innings, a scoring opportunity had finally appeared.

"Tsk tsk, Furuya's mentality is going to explode now," Huangqian Yangyi said with a smile.

"Aniki, even though Furuya is pitching terribly today, you shouldn't gloat; a senior should act like a senior."

"At a time like this, you have to cheer him on."

Sawamura actually said this to Huangqian Yangyi.

The others looked at Sawamura strangely upon hearing this, but before Huangqian Yangyi could even speak, Sawamura turned his head and shouted at the Pitcher's Mound.

"Furuya! If you can't do it, then let me go up! Ya-hahahaha!"

"Hey, hey, didn't you say you were going to cheer for Furuya?"

A group of people complained in their hearts.

"Is this your way of cheering? Interesting," Huangqian Yangyi said with a smile.