Chapter 901

And only then use a fastball to catch them off guard.

And this Natsume Chikage clearly didn't understand these things.

Thinking of this.

Shinohara Shingo began to carefully recall Natsume Chikage's pitching motion and release point just now.

Relying on his rich experience, he quickly judged—the next pitch would likely be a fastball again!

A confident arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

Because he had already started to adapt to this speed.

Who was he?

He was the ace of the baseball club!

Facing Zhongdao Satoshi's pitches of nearly 143 km/h every day, he had long been accustomed to this level of speed.

It was nothing more than a little bit faster; he could adjust immediately!

Natsume Chikage—wait to be expelled! Yue Dao Lin is mine!!

And at this very moment.

Natsume Chikage moved!

His movement was more relaxed than before, and the power transmission seemed even more fluid.

His right arm swung out in a sharp arc!

The white baseball left his hand, turning into a blurry afterimage moving even faster!

Shinohara Shingo's pupils shrank, and relying on his prediction and extreme reaction, he swung his bat with all his might!

The bat cut through the air with a whooshing sound.

However, he swung at empty air!

The baseball seemed to ignore the existence of the bat, precisely passing through the center of the strike zone and hitting the back net again with a "boom."

Shinohara Shingo stood frozen in place, turning his head sharply to look at the speed gun.

150 km/h!

This number was like a heavy hammer, smashing hard into his heart.

No... impossible!

150 km/h?!

This kind of ball speed has already touched the threshold of professional baseball, right?

Natsume Chikage, a first-year high school student whose body hasn't fully matured yet, how could he throw at this speed?!

Absolutely impossible!

The speed gun must be broken!

Yes, that must be it!!

Temporary umpire Aoki Masao was also full of horror, his lips trembling slightly, shouting with all his might:

"Good... good ball!!"

Zhongdao Satoshi was struck again, his expression dazed, almost unable to stand steady.

Why... why can your ball speed still increase?

That 145 just now... wasn't your limit?

The students and teachers on the sidelines erupted into thunderous uproar and exclamation again!

No one expected that Natsume Chikage was not only a hidden pitcher, but his talent might even surpass the recognized ace Shinohara Shingo!

Natsume Chikage's strength was overturning their cognition again and again.

The students on the side were also discussing it.

"Natsume-kun is so cool!"

"That's right, that's right!"

"Hmph, fangirls! Senior Shinohara hasn't used his full strength yet, he's just politely letting two balls go!"

"Exactly!"

"Heh, I think you guys are just jealous of Natsume-kun!"

"Heh, men!"

"Heh, women!"

Classmate Tengyuan Kui and Xiyuanji Qilai quickly recovered from their shock, excitedly gripping each other's hands and jumping on the spot.

"Great! With this ball speed, Natsume-kun really has a chance to win!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, maybe he really won't have to drop out!"

Yue Dao Lin's cold face showed a slight easing of anxiety, but her eyes remained focused.

She knew the match wasn't over yet, and it was too early to celebrate.

Beside her, Qiu Tian Shana was dancing with excitement.

"Great, Youcai! 150! Natsume-kun threw a 150! He's going to win for sure!"

Jin Teng Youcai's eyes flickered with complexity, her inner shock beyond measure.

She bit her lip, barely maintaining a calm tone.

"Don't be happy too soon... Shinohara Shingo isn't that simple."

Qiu Tian Shana nodded vigorously.

"Right! Can't underestimate the enemy!"

"Natsume-kun, keep going!"

Konoe Hitomi looked at the speed gun, her left eyelid twitching imperceptibly.

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

And Shinohara Shingo, under the impact of the huge sound waves around him, had an extremely solemn expression, with fine beads of sweat even seeping from his temples.

He couldn't help but swallow.

He had already missed two pitches in a row.

Although there were ten pitches in total, he needed to hit three.

Which meant he had to hit at least three in the next eight pitches.

Otherwise... the one who would be expelled would be himself!

Thinking of this, Shinohara Shingo forced himself to exclude all distracting thoughts, raising his mental focus to an unprecedented height.

They saw Natsume Chikage look at his right hand again and do two simple stretching movements.

The warm-up just now didn't seem sufficient, but he felt much better now.

He set up his pitching stance for the third time.

His eyes were calm and ripple-free, like a deep pool.

Then, he swung his arm!

Still a fastball!

But this time, the speed of the white streak reached a level that made everyone breathless!

Fast! Fast to the extreme!

Shinohara Shingo only felt a blur before his eyes, his body's instinct making him swing the bat, but the movement was clearly half a beat slow.

"Boom——!!!"

The sound of the baseball hitting the wire mesh was louder and heavier than the previous two times!

Shinohara Shingo turned his head sharply to look at the speed screen.

158 km/h!

This number, like a red-hot branding iron, burned his retinas.

The entire baseball field fell into a strange silence.

It was as if even the wind had stopped flowing.

Immediately, an uproar and shock ten times stronger than before swept across the entire field like a tsunami!

"He... his ball speed is still rising?!"

"My god! 158?! What did I just see? A first-year high school student threw a 158?!"

"This... this is already a professional-level stable ball speed, right?!"

"Natsume Chikage... what kind of monster is he?!" ===== CHAPTER 902 =====