Chapter 265: Consecutive Scoring

I have to say, Huangqian Yangyi is very sensitive; he saw through the opponent's intentions from a simple look in his eyes.

Heh, what an uncute brat.

Huangqian Yangyi sneered, then looked toward Chris.

Naturally, Chris did not know what the Batter was thinking, and placed his glove at the outer corner.

Come on, this time it's a Breaking Ball!

Huangqian Yangyi nodded, and an outer-low Cutter Slider was thrown; with the same trajectory as a Fastball, Mishima Yuta was indeed worthy of being a third-hole Batter, reacting very quickly. Seeing the baseball flying in, he immediately recognized the pitch and swung the bat in his hands.

Whack!

"Strike!"

Swinging and missing, Mishima Yuta did not look discouraged.

As expected, with this kind of pitch speed, given his own swing speed, it is absolutely impossible to see the pitch clearly and then swing!

To hit the ball, one must swing early, but if one does that, one must guess the pitch and select the pitch; if guessed right, there is a chance to hit it, but if the pitch is chosen wrong, it is one hundred percent impossible to hit.

Mishima Yuta stared fixedly at Huangqian Yangyi, and the moment Huangqian Yangyi's foot stepped out, Mishima Yuta was prepared; just as the ball was about to be thrown, he swung his bat!

Whack!

"Strike!"

It was an outer-corner pitch!

Mishima Yuta swung and missed, a mistake in pitch selection.

Damn it!

Mishima Yuta gritted his teeth tightly; is swinging early not working either?

Now a difficult choice lay before him: if he waits to see the pitch clearly before swinging, his swing speed cannot keep up, and if he swings early, he cannot select the right pitch.

At this moment, Mishima Yuta realized that to hit Huangqian Yangyi's ball, unless one possesses absolute raw strength, one can only gamble on the Catcher's pitch calling!

And he, having neither sufficient raw strength nor the ability to guess Chris's pitch calling.

Can he only rely on luck?

No! Mishima Yuta shook his head vigorously; he had made up his mind to defeat the opponent, so how could he admit defeat on just the first pitch? Thinking of this, Mishima Yuta gripped his bat tightly.

After Huangqian Yangyi threw the second pitch, Mishima Yuta swung his bat toward the outer corner.

However, it was still a swing and a miss; this was an outer-low Two-seam Fastball, and the baseball appeared to shift horizontally outward and drop in front of his eyes, evading his bat.

Coming to the third pitch, Huangqian Yangyi threw a Forkball, making Mishima Yuta swing and miss again.

Three pitches, three strikes.

Batter out.

Like the three inner-corner pitches before, this time it was three outer-corner pitches, but the pitch type was different for every single one, and accompanied by changes in pitch speed, which made it impossible for Mishima Yuta to find the right timing for hitting.

"Three up, three down!"

In just 9 pitches, the three First Year players that Yakushi was so proud of were wiped out; such a result undoubtedly dealt a huge blow to Yakushi's morale.

"Ya-ha-ha, this guy is really something, we couldn't even touch the ball. But don't worry, as long as we can ensure we don't give up any runs and hold on until that guy leaves the mound, we'll be fine." Seeing the atmosphere in the Dugout was wrong, Todoroki Raizo hurriedly squeezed out a smile and said insincere words to comfort everyone.

Sanada Shunpei shook his head with a wry smile; even if he went up to pitch, it would be absolutely impossible not to give up runs, not to mention his injured body could not support him through a full game.

"Coach, how about I go up?"

After some thought, Sanada Shunpei spoke up.

Todoroki Raizo looked back at this ace, smiled, and said: "What's the rush? The game has only just begun; who says we are bound to lose?"

"But if Seido widens the score in the first few innings, even if Huangqian Yangyi leaves the mound later, it will be difficult for us to catch up," Sanada Shunpei said.

"Is there any difference? You going up now or later is the same; your body..."

Todoroki Raizo stopped there, and everyone understood the meaning behind it.

"Sanada, don't worry, I will never let them score easily."

Mino Hayato, who was preparing to go up to pitch, said while putting on his glove.

Sanada Shunpei placed his palm on Mino Hayato's shoulder, "I'm counting on you."

"Yeah!"

At this moment, the three who had just finished batting looked at each other; if only they could get on base, if only they could score, if only they could share the pressure for their seniors.

"Hey, hey, aren't you three usually pretty cocky? Why are you so listless today? This doesn't look like you at all," Sanada Shunpei turned and said to Todoroki Raichi and the others.

"Senior Sanada, we..."

"Enough, it's still early before the game ends; save whatever you have to say for when the game is over," Sanada Shunpei said.

Opposite, Seido Dugout.

Huangqian Yangyi took off his glove and sat on a chair.

"Hahaha, Huangqian, did you see that just now? The faces of those guys from Yakushi turned green."

"They were scared to death."

"161, if it were me, I would be scared too."

His companions gathered around him, chattering like flies; Huangqian Yangyi took the water handed over by Fujiwara Takako and took a sip, saying nothing, just silently looking ahead.

"Heh, Huangqian is acting cool, and you all are playing along with him," Kominato Ryosuke said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, everyone noticed that the corners of Huangqian Yangyi's mouth were pulled almost to his ears, and one by one, they immediately quieted down.

"Ya-ha, let's go!"

Kuramochi Yoichi laughed and walked out of the Dugout carrying his bat.

Bang!

Swinging at the first pitch, the baseball pierced through the infield defense for a double.

Then, coordinating with Kominato Ryosuke for a Hit and Run, he successfully reached Third Base.

With runners on first and third, Isashiki Jun's chilling swing blasted the ball against the right field wall; not only did Kuramochi return to home plate, but Kominato Ryosuke also seized the opportunity to return to home plate.

Two RBIs, a double, and Isashiki Jun raised his fist high, shouting.

"Great hit!"

"Too amazing, Foxy-dog Senior!" Sawamura shouted.

"Huh?! Sawamura! You're dead!"

Amidst the noise, Seido's fourth batter, Captain Yuki Tetsuya, walked up to the Batter's Box.

Hit to the right side? Yuki Tetsuya recalled what Huangqian Yangyi had said; indeed, at third base was the First Year Todoroki Raichi, and although this guy was a bit of a natural airhead and his fielding was so-so, one really couldn't underestimate him.

Boom!!

Like a cannonball leaving the chamber, Yuki Tetsuya's swing was just that aggressive; the baseball flew straight into the sky, a Home Run in the center field direction!

"Yahahaha, Captain!" Isashiki Jun laughed loudly while running the bases; this Home Run from Jiecheng had come at just the right time, instantly widening the score gap to four runs.

The spectators on the sidelines were ignited at this moment, shouting Yuki Tetsuya's name.

The brass band also played the personal song exclusive to Yuki Tetsuya.

When the two returned to home plate and high-fived each other before heading off the field, the brass band immediately switched the music to his personal cheering song as Huangqian Yangyi walked toward the Batter's Box.

"What a pity, my three-run Home Run."

Huangqian Yangyi walked to the Batter's Box and said with his head lowered.

Upon hearing this, the Catcher Watanabe was so angry his teeth itched; this was looking down on people too much!

The Catcher on the Pitcher's Mound was already in a bad state; having given up four runs in a row, the pressure was not something an ordinary person could withstand.

Gathering his courage, the Pitcher threw the ball toward home plate.

Bang!

The baseball shot toward the stands like a laser.