Chapter 900

The baseball drew a straight white line in the air that was almost impossible for the eye to track!

Shinohara Shingo, who had been holding a contemptuous mindset and thought Natsume Chikage could at most throw a slow ball of 110-120 km/h, didn't even have time for the thought of swinging his bat to arise.

He only felt a blurry white shadow flash past his side from his peripheral vision at a speed far exceeding his expectations!

He could even feel the faint airflow of the ball's wind brushing his cheek.

"Boom—!"

A dull and clear impact sound came from the protective wire mesh behind him.

"Good... good ball!!"

Aoki Masao, who was standing behind the home plate acting as a temporary umpire, shouted at the top of his lungs after a brief moment of shock!

Only then did Shinohara Shingo react abruptly.

He turned his head sharply, his gaze eagerly cast toward the electronic speed gun screen on the side.

On the screen, the bright red numbers were clearly visible—145 km/h!

This ball speed even exceeded the fastest record Zhongdao Satoshi had ever set in his prime!

Shinohara Shingo was completely dumbfounded.

Impossible!

This guy... didn't he just start practicing yesterday?

A ball speed of 145 km/h, something a first-year high school student who had only practiced for one day could throw?

Absolutely impossible!

This Natsume Chikage must have had contact with baseball before, and for a long time!

This speed, even Zhongdao Satoshi at his best might not be able to throw consistently; how could a "beginner" like him do it?

Thinking of this, Shinohara Shingo's face turned red and then white, and he became even more convinced of his judgment.

This guy is definitely playing the pig to eat the tiger!

No wonder... no wonder he dared to agree to the wager so readily.

It turns out he was hiding such a trump card!!!

Damn it!!!

He had originally thought he could easily crush the other party, but now he felt a surge of anger at being fooled, as well as a quietly rising sense of crisis.

However, his dynamic vision was also at a top-tier level.

His best record was successfully hitting three 148 km/h fastballs within ten pitches during practice.

That last pitch was purely because he was too contemptuous and hadn't entered his state at all.

As long as he got serious and adapted to this speed, hitting a 145 km/h ball would definitely not be difficult.

After all, there were ten chances in total!

Hitting three balls out of ten was completely doable!

And after witnessing this ball speed.

The crowd on the sidelines who had originally looked down on Natsume Chikage fell into a dead silence.

Many people widened their eyes, mouths agape, unable to recover for a long time.

When they finally reacted, a huge uproar and exclamation exploded!

"Just now... Senior Zhongdao's fastest record was 143, right? Natsume-kun broke it on the first pitch?!"

"Too terrifying... Natsume-kun actually has this kind of talent in pitching too?!"

"I said it long ago! Natsume-kun is hiding his true strength; I favored him from the start, I felt he could win!"

"Pfft, it's only 145, what's there to be proud of? Senior Shinohara is someone who has hit 148 km/h fastballs! He was just careless just now; once he gets serious, Natsume Chikage will have to show his true colors!"

"That's right! Don't underestimate our school's ace! Senior Shinohara hasn't lost in any one-on-one matches with neighboring high schools!"

The fire of hope that had just risen in the girls was dampened by these remarks, and their faces were once again shrouded in worry.

"As expected... it's still very difficult, right?"

"I feel Natsume-kun is still very much in danger..."

"Yeah..."

Although Yue Dao Lin, Classmate Tengyuan Kui, and Xiyuanji Qilai were also shocked by the strength Natsume Chikage displayed, hearing the descriptions of Shinohara Shingo's strength made their hearts tighten again.

Qiu Tian Shana almost jumped up the moment she saw the speed numbers.

"Youcai! Did you see that?! 145! Natsume-kun threw a 145! He really is a genius! He can do this without much practice!"

Jin Teng Youcai's eyes flickered violently, her inner shock beyond words.

In her ingrained impression, Natsume Chikage was always that boy curled up in his room, accompanied by games.

But now... he actually possessed such astonishing athletic talent?

Why could he throw a 145 km/h ball?

No... perhaps the speed gun is just broken.

Yeah, that must be it!

Jin Teng Youcai bit her lower lip gently, trying to calm her fluctuating emotions.

"Don't be happy too soon, the match has ten pitches."

"Shinohara Shingo's strength is very high... he has a record of hitting three 148 km/h fastballs in a row within ten pitches."

Hearing this, Qiu Tian Shana turned to stone instantly, clutching her head.

"It's over... if that's true, isn't Natsume-kun in danger?"

And Yidong Yingzhi, who had the eye of a professional baseball coach, was so shocked after witnessing this ball speed that he was almost speechless.

He had not expected Natsume Chikage to throw at such a level on the very first pitch.

He... really is a once-in-a-century prodigy!

But thinking that these two geniuses insisted on fighting until one had to leave, Yidong Yingzhi felt a piercing pain.

The most shocked of all was Zhongdao Satoshi himself.

As the school's recognized number two pitcher, second only to Shinohara Shingo, he knew the meaning of this 145 km/h speed better than anyone.

And Natsume Chikage only officially started learning to pitch yesterday!

Thinking of this, Zhongdao Satoshi felt the world spinning, a sense of powerlessness bordering on despair surging deep within him.

He had always prided himself on being a pitching genius.

But now, a genius even more terrifying than him had appeared before him in such a barbaric manner.

Yue Dao Lin witnessed this scene, her clenched fists loosening slightly, bright radiance blooming in her eyes.

She knew it... Natsume-kun promised he wouldn't lose, so he would definitely be able to do it!

And among everyone present.

The only one who understood Natsume Chikage's true strength was Konoe Hitomi.

When she saw the number on the speed gun was only 145, not the astonishing 158 from yesterday's test, her slender eyebrows raised slightly.

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

At this moment.

Inside the baseball field.

Natsume Chikage looked down at his right arm and shook it a few times.

As expected, without a proper warm-up, the muscles couldn't be fully activated, and the power couldn't be fully released.

So he wasn't in a hurry to throw the second pitch, but instead used this brief gap to start seriously warming up his shoulders and rotating his wrists, performing a quick and effective warm-up.

Shinohara Shingo waited impatiently, almost wanting to urge him on.

He felt Natsume Chikage was deliberately stalling, playing psychological tactics.

Just as his patience was about to run out.

Natsume Chikage stopped his warm-up and walked back to the pitcher's plate.

Shinohara Shingo could only swallow the words on his lips, his eyes becoming incredibly sharp, his hands gripping the bat tightly, his center of gravity lowered, focusing with all his might.

He analyzed quickly in his mind.

Natsume Chikage's last pitch must have been his limit speed.

After all, no matter how good his physical fitness was, his lack of tactical knowledge would make him act like a greenhorn.

If it were him, he would never waste so much stamina throwing fastballs on the first pitch.

Continuous pitching puts a huge load on the arm, and both speed and control would drop as a result.

A clever pitcher would often use breaking balls to disrupt the batter's judgment and engage in psychological warfare. ===== CHAPTER 901 =====