Chapter 257: Wild Pitch

Generally speaking, looking solely at the pitching data, Furuya did not perform well, but if one looks at his overall performance, Furuya let everyone see what they wanted to see.

"Well~ you pitched really poorly today; your ball speed shot up and you couldn't control it, and even when you took the initiative to lower your speed, you couldn't accurately throw to the spot Miyuki wanted..."

Hearing Huangqian Yangyi say this, Furuya's face turned dark, and he lowered his head, looking like a wronged baby.

"However, the fact that you could choose to sacrifice ball speed in pursuit of control is already proof of your growth. Don't be anxious, take it slow; you are only a First Year."

Hearing this, Furuya lifted his head again, and there was a bit more color in his eyes. "But, Senior, you were already very amazing when you were a First Year, and you even won the Koshien championship."

"You kid, why are you comparing yourself to me? Let me put it this way: you are very amazing and belong to the genius category, but I am different. I have seen too many geniuses, but they all call me a genius."

Hiss~ How shameless!

The teammates around them all gasped in unison. Even if it were a fact, aren't you embarrassed to say it so openly?

Furuya was also speechless, then asked: "Senior, you haven't played in these two games; don't you feel lonely?"

"Huh?"

Huangqian Yangyi raised his hand and rubbed Furuya's head hard. "Wrong choice of words! What lonely, don't talk nonsense."

After correcting Furuya, Huangqian Yangyi sat down beside him and said: "It's a game, of course I want to play, but I'm not an iron man. There are still tough battles to fight later; I have to conserve my energy now, otherwise what will I do when I meet a strong opponent later?"

Furuya nodded thoughtfully. In his heart, he wished he could occupy the Pitcher's Mound all by himself, and he couldn't understand why Huangqian Yangyi was willing to accept such an arrangement.

Seeing Furuya not speaking, Huangqian Yangyi didn't say anything more. This kid has a pathological desire to monopolize the Pitcher's Mound, but from another perspective, having such possessiveness is quite good; he has the temperament to become an ace.

It wasn't just Furuya; Sawamura was the same. This kid also didn't want to see others standing on the Pitcher's Mound.

On the field, after a brief pitching warm-up, the game continued. In the top of the eighth inning, after seeing the signal given by Miyuki, Sawamura hurriedly threw the first pitch, and the baseball flew directly over Miyuki's head.

The whole stadium was silent, and after a while, there was a roar of laughter that echoed throughout the stadium.

"Hahahaha, a Wild Pitch."

"These two First Years are really interesting; one digs for sweet potatoes, the other throws a Wild Pitch."

"Is this some kind of necessary procedure?"

"Maybe it's a tradition?"

The laughter of the spectators echoed in his ears. Sawamura finally experienced Furuya's mood from before, his face as red as a monkey's butt.

"I knew it!"

Miyuki buried his head. He always felt Sawamura would pull some kind of stunt, and now it had come true.

After being stunned for a few seconds, the second Batter for Meikawa couldn't help but show a smile on his face, then turned his head to look at the Dugout.

"The ball speed isn't fast, swing actively." The Meikawa manager gave instructions with hand gestures.

The Batter nodded, loosened the bat in his hand, and waited for Sawamura to throw the ball over.

Hu-ha, hu-ha~

Feeling deeply ashamed, Sawamura immediately spread his arms like a crab on the Pitcher's Mound and began deep breathing after receiving the return throw.

"Baka! You're doing it now!"

"Stupid Sawamura!"

After finishing his deep breathing and his complexion returned to normal, Sawamura looked at Miyuki. The other party had already given the signal: an inside high four-seam Fastball.

Nodding slightly, Sawamura held a breath in his chest, took a heavy step forward, swung his arm, and the baseball flew toward the Batter.

Pow!

"Strike!"

The Meikawa Batter swung and missed, then wore an expression of disbelief.

Can't see the release point!

Is it an illusion?

The Batter looked at Sawamura. He didn't feel it when the opponent threw a Wild Pitch on the first ball, but this pitch made him suspicious.

Miyuki noticed the Batter's surprised expression and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. It wasn't just because Sawamura's pitch caused the opponent to waver; this inside high ball was thrown really well, and he was very satisfied.

If it were Furuya, Miyuki wouldn't have called for an inside high ball. That kid's ball speed is fast and his control is unstable, so the possibility of hitting someone is still quite high.

But Sawamura is able to throw the ball into the Batter's chest, which has something to do with his big heart.

"Nice ball!"

Miyuki wouldn't be stingy with the praise that was due; this would increase the pitcher's confidence.

Soon, an outside low Fastball again made the Batter swing and miss, earning a Strike. This time, the Batter finally confirmed that his eyes were fine and he really couldn't see the release point. In this way, it would be very difficult to catch the timing for hitting.

In the Dugout, the Meikawa teammates looked puzzled.

"What's going on? How can we not hit this kind of ball speed?"

"Ninomiya! What are you doing?"

"Hit it out."

The teammates shouted. Yang Shunchen, sitting on a chair, also looked confused. Although the ball speed was about the same as his, or even a bit faster, the ball path wasn't tricky, the landing point wasn't on the edge, and the ball's power wasn't on the same level as Furuya Satoru's before. From the side, this was just an ordinary pitcher, but why, why couldn't they hit it?

Yang Shunchen was a bit anxious. The outcome of the game seemed to have been decided, but he couldn't even force out Seido's ace; he was unwilling!

On the field, Sawamura threw the third pitch, an outside Cutter. The Batter swung his bat and missed.

"Strike! Batter out!"

"So disgusting!"

The Batter pressed down his cap and walked off the field.

"Be careful, there's something wrong with this pitcher's pitching."

While brushing past the third Batter, Hashimoto, Ninomiya whispered.

Hashimoto nodded and walked quickly to the Batter's Box.

Whoosh!

Pow!

"Strike!"

After one pitch, the third-spot Batter Hashimoto also understood what his teammate meant; he couldn't even see the release point from this disgusting pitching stance.

Swish!

Bang!

This time, Hashimoto managed to swing.

"Damn it, the ball's power is stronger than I imagined!"

The baseball flew toward Third Base.

"Third Base!" Sawamura shouted.

Arima Kazusa moved nimbly and reacted extremely quickly, intercepting the baseball and throwing it directly to First Base.

Pop!

"OUT!"

Having successfully retired the third-spot batter, Sawamura excitedly clenched his fist and shouted, "Oss! Oss! Oss!!"

"Stop yelling like a maniac!" his teammate retorted.

Next, the fourth-spot batter for Meikawa, Baichiao, also failed to time his swing correctly, and the baseball bounced toward the gap between Second and Third Base after hitting the ground.

"Shortstop!!!" Sawamura shouted, turning his head with a smile.

Kuramochi's figure quickly appeared in front of the baseball, bent down to scoop it up, leaped lightly into the air, turned, and threw the ball into Yuki Tetsuya's glove!

"OUT!"

"Three up, three down! Sawamura!"

"Not bad, First Year!"

Sawamura's performance made the Seido fans incredibly excited.

"Oss! Oss! Oss!"

"I told you to stop yelling like a maniac!"

The top of the eighth inning ended; facing Sawamura's pitching, Meikawa couldn't come up with a good solution for the time being, and although they managed to hit the ball, the landing spots were all within Seido's defensive range.