Chapter 372

"This ball, no matter how you look at it, is luck."

"The other side isn't a fool."

"No matter how good the luck is, can the opponent let him hit three times in a row?"

Hearing this, Qiu Tian Shana's head immediately drooped:

"That's true..."

Anjing Liangdou was extremely frustrated:

"Ahhhh! Why did he hit it?!"

"This is luck! It must be luck!"

Huang Mu Jie was so happy she couldn't close her mouth:

"Hahahaha! Not bad, Natsume little brother, you really managed to guess one!"

"Quick! Hit him two more times for big sister, and crush that idiot's arrogance!"

Xiao Tian Youcai was slightly surprised:

"I really didn't expect it, he actually hit it."

"But it should just be luck, right? Ziyuan, what do you think?"

Jiu Jing Ziyuan shook her head:

"I don't know, we'll know if we keep watching."

On the field.

The most shocked person was undoubtedly the person involved, Zhongdao Satoshi.

He never expected that Natsume Chikage would actually hit his 135 km/h fastball.

This speed was already his regular ball speed.

An average batter might not necessarily be able to touch it.

Could it be... another blind cat bumping into a dead mouse?

It must be!

He had only practiced for one day, how good could he be?

Except for luck, he couldn't find any explanation.

But this ball also made Zhongdao Satoshi smell a hint of crisis.

Natsume Chikage only needed to hit two more balls, and he would lose.

He had to get serious, stifle all luck, and crush the other party completely with the toughest posture!

And so—he gave a signal to Aoki Masao: next ball, speed 140 km/h, fastball!

Aoki Masao also didn't expect Natsume Chikage to "luckily" hit it, but he agreed with Zhongdao Satoshi's judgment, immediately returned the gesture, and then said to Natsume Chikage:

"Natsume-kun, are you ready for the next ball?"

In that last strike, although Natsume Chikage hit the ball by adjusting, because of the problems with the bat itself—shifted center of gravity, minor flaws in size, slightly bent—it didn't result in a home run as usual.

He shook the bat gently again, set his stance, and continued to fine-tune his hitting point and force application method.

"Ready."

Hearing this, Aoki Masao immediately signaled to pitch.

Seeing this, Zhongdao Satoshi gathered his strength and swung his arm!

The next ball shot toward the home plate with even more fierce speed!

Because of the speed, it was even harder for the audience to capture the trajectory.

They could only see a white line tearing through the air and rushing straight to the batter's box!

However, the next instant.

Bang—

Another crisp sound of impact!

This time, the ball flew high, drew a beautiful arc, and landed far in the depths of the outfield!

Although it still wasn't a home run, it was a near-perfect long hit!

All the students in the audience were dumbfounded.

"Perfect long hit?!"

"No way?! He hit two in a row?! If he hits one more, Zhongdao-senpai will lose!"

"It's over, it's over, could he really be about to flip the car?"

"Woooo~ don't! Zhongdao-senpai losing to Natsume-kun or something, that kind of thing should at least wait until three years later!"

"Fart! It's all fart! Zhongdao-senpai is making a strategic adjustment to make the game more watchable!"

"Exactly! He just doesn't want Natsume Chikage to lose too ugly, he's playing with a kid!"

"In my opinion, Zhongdao-senpai will not miss a single one next, and go straight to god-mode!"

The girls were excited beyond measure:

"I knew Natsume-kun could do it!"

"Hit one more! Hit one more and Natsume-kun wins!"

"Oh heaven! I am willing to trade my best friend's ten years of being single for Natsume-kun to definitely hit the next ball!"

"???"

Over at the Collection Department, the atmosphere was even more enthusiastic.

Fujiwara Aoi and Xiyuanji Qilai hugged each other excitedly again:

"Great! Great! Now only the last ball is left!"

"Natsume-kun, do your best!"

Witnessing this scene, Yukimura Suzune's cold face couldn't hide the joy, but her eyes became even more solemn.

She knew very well that Zhongdao Satoshi would never give another fastball opportunity.

Next, it must be a breaking ball!

Natsume-kun... you must realize it!

Jinwei Tong's eyebrows raised even higher:

"This guy... what exactly is he doing?"

Yue Dao Lin was pleasantly surprised:

"Great! Natsume-kun hit it again!"

Yushengfu Society was stunned, then his expression became extremely solemn.

This guy... how exactly did he hit it?

Why could he hit it continuously?

According to data analysis, this should be impossible!

A hint of doubt appeared on Jin Teng Weixi's cold and arrogant face:

"Luck... really good."

Qiu Tian Shana was already dancing with joy and shouting loudly:

"Natsume-kun! Do your best! Do your best!!"

Anjing Liangdou was beating his chest and stamping his feet in frustration:

"Damn it! Zhongdao Satoshi, you piece of trash!"

"I've treated you as an opponent for so long, and you actually got hit twice in a row by a guy who only practiced for one day!"

"If you really lose, I'll definitely go to your class and scold you!"

"If you heard me, hurry up and man up for me! Defeat this evil Natsume Chikage!!"

Huang Mu Jie watched her childhood friend's frustrated look, and she couldn't feel more satisfied.

But she also didn't expect Natsume Chikage to really have some skills. ===== CHAPTER 373 =====