Didn’t you say you were just using me as a substitute?

Suddenly, a sharp air raid sirens sounded, announcing the end of the previous game.

On the field, the winning team hugged each other excitedly, while the losing team knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

Kitahara Tsutomu has seen such scenes many times in the past few days.

No one cared about the loser's tears. The stadium staff came on the field to simply repair the field, and the players from both teams for the next game entered the field.

"Next up, Private Aoba High School vs. Shuka High School."

As soon as the male host finished speaking, students from the audience seats at Xiuhua High School on the left half of the field stood up and held up their homemade signs.

The signs are pieced together to form the four huge characters "北原渣".

"Xiuhua, Xiuhua——"

The leader of the Xiuhua High School cheering group raised his head with a red face and thick neck, followed by a wave of sound consisting of a thousand voices.

"——Punch the Sea King, step on Aoba, and dominate the country!!!"

Thousands of students roared together, their voices almost drowning out the noisy scene.

Kitahara Takashi, who was wearing a baseball cap and a diagonally striped baseball jacket, pressed his cap down.

"Are you all mute?"

Ye Yingtong turned her head and stared at the leader of the Qingye cheering group with a cold face.

The leader of the Qingye support group was startled. When he came to his senses, he quickly roared in a voice that was no less loud than the leader of the other support group: "Qingye Qingye——"

"Sweep Xiuhua and reach the top!"

It's not that it hasn't started yet, the private Aoba and Xiuhua high schools have already started to compete with each other.

In the audience, a girl wearing the Xiuhua High School uniform, with long hair that went down to her waist and bangs covering her eyes, and a yellow and a blue square hair accessory on the right side of her hair, hunched over with a faint dejection, raised her right fist like her classmates, and seemed to be shouting along, but only her mouth was moving, and she didn't actually make any sound.

"Ah... I really want to go home!"

Goto Ichiri was filled with hatred!

Why did I decide to come to Xiuhua in the first place?

Now, the rare holiday is gone, and I have to follow my classmates in the scorching sun and shout slogans to cheer for the baseball team members!

Forcibly dragging a shy, gloomy, and socially anxious person out of his home and throwing him into an environment surrounded by people, what is the difference between this and slow slicing?

All Goto Ichiri wanted now was to hide in his closet.

"Beep!!!"

A short whistle interrupted Goto Ichiri's chaotic thoughts, and she turned her gaze to the field.

Both sides lined up and saluted each other.

After the salute, Kitahara Takashi flipped a coin and won the opening defense.

The Qingye side was very satisfied with the result, but the Xiuhua side was very dissatisfied, and for a moment the booing at Kitahara Tsutomu became even louder.

Under the gaze of Goto Ichiri, the handsome boy who was booed by all the teachers and students in his school stood on the pitcher's mound and looked straight at them.

It was an arrogant look that looked down on everyone and did not take anyone seriously.

The handsome boy made a gesture, raised his right arm, and pointed directly at the location of Xiuhua High School.

The entire Hanshin Koshien Stadium fell into a brief silence.

All cameras focused on Kitahara Takashi.

Beiyuan Zun pointed his index finger downwards at Xiuhua High School, pointed at the ground beneath his feet, raised his right foot and stomped hard.

On the large electronic screen, students at Xiuhua High School could see the tip of Kitahara Takashi's shoes gently crushing the ground beneath his feet.

The Xiuhua students opened their eyes wide in an instant, stunned.

Goto Ichiri also opened his mouth slightly, and the expression on his face instantly became extremely vivid.

No, how dare he!

How could he dare to behave so provocatively when so many people were booing him?

This is this...

He’s so handsome!

Goto Ichiri, who had a very naive aesthetic and liked cool rock, especially T-shirts with lots of Gothic fonts, lots of zippers, and tattered hems, which he considered very fashionable, looked at the now arrogant Kitahara Takashi, just like a Naruto player looking at the second pillar, and had only one thought: "Isn't this me?"

"what--"

Kitahara Takashi's number one fan girl, Kamikawa Narii, was the first to let out a sharp explosion.

“Zun!!!”

"Kitahara! Kithara!"

Then, the voices of more than a thousand people in Qingye merged into one, like a roaring roar from the mountains and the sea.

Unlike Kamikawa Nari, Yozakura Hitomi did not lose her composure. Instead, she stared at Kitahara Tsuyoshi with a fiery gaze, and a smile of eagerness appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She decided to drain him dry tonight.

Xiuhua students reacted and were about to fight back with even louder voices when they heard a very crisp sound and then heard the referee shout: "One strike!"

On the electronic scoreboard, a strike light came on.

Student Xiuhua held her breath back.

'Hit one, hit one!'

Xiuhua students recited silently in their hearts.

As long as they fight back one of them, they will immediately counterattack Beiyuan Zun.

"Beep! 158 km/h!"

"Two strikes!"

"Wow!"

There was a uniform exclamation from the audience.

They didn't expect that Beiyuan Zun could be even faster!

Aoba Armor is no longer worthy of Kitahara Tsutomu, so let's just call him Aoba Togumi.

"Beep! 158 km/h!"

"Three strikes!"

The referee waved his hand.

"strike out!"

Carry it away, next one.

On the pitcher's mound, Takashi Kitahara flexes his arms.

He was actually a little surprised. He didn't expect that his ball speed could be even faster.

It's just that pitching really sucks.

Kitahara Takashi hoped his hands could hold on.

"Finish them in five!"

Kitahara Takashi raised his arms high, spread out his five fingers and shouted loudly.

This is only the second round of battle!

Didn't even make it to the quarterfinals.

If he pitched the full nine and a half innings in every game, his arm would definitely be broken.

"Yes!"

The eight members of Aoba's team roared in unison, then glared fiercely at the players in the Xiuhua rest area.

"Can you please stop shouting? I feel..."

A Xiuhua team member swallowed hard and finished his last sentence after a long while: "They are giving Qingye a violent buff!"

Good news: It's been enhanced!

Bad news: The enhancement was given to the opponent!

The nine Xiuhua players all looked sad.

Stop scolding, stop scolding.

You feel good about scolding us, but we are the ones who get beaten.

205

Chapter 205 Two-Sword Style.

"Strikeout!"

The referee blew the whistle, and the third runner from Xiuhua College walked off the stage with an unwilling look on his face.

"Damn, it was just a little bit close."

On the last pitch, his bat almost touched the ball.

"Strikeout after strikeout, the player from Aoba Kitahara once again single-handedly shuts out his opponent."

"His legend continues."

"The dark clouds hanging over Koshien Stadium come from Aoba, from the ace pitcher named Kitahara Takashi!"

"His fastball will become a nightmare for all high school hitters!"

The male commentator was spitting and shouting with passion.

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"How about it?"

In the audience, Horikita Manabu looked directly at Kitahara Takashi on the court, not knowing who he was talking to.

"He only knows how to use brute force, his pitches are too sweet, and he can't control the rhythm. So he can only bully these inferior teams."

Nan Yunya gave a slight sneer of disdain.

Horikita Manabu was noncommittal.

Even if they are all teams competing in Koshien, there are still differences between them.

It's just like the 36 teams in the Champions League. They all play in the Champions League. Can you put Real Madrid, Barcelona, ​​Bayern and Monaco, Eindhoven and AC Milan in the same tier?

Based on single-round strength, many teams in Tokyo are actually qualified to participate in Koshien, but there are only two places available.

"If this is Kitahara Takashi's full level now, then he is not enough to be used as evidence."

Katsuragi Kohei held the same opinion as Nanyun Masaru.

No one can limit Kitahara Takashi's performance now, mainly because the teams don't know enough about him.

No one knew his top speed, his ability to control the breaking ball, or his pitching angles... Before the start of Koshien, no one had any information about Kitahara Takashi, and no one had studied him, which was why Kitahara Takashi was so dominant on the court.

If Takashi Kitahara had entered the vision of various teams in advance, studied him thoroughly, and made targeted deployments in advance, he would not have been so scary.

Kitahara Takashi's rise was legendary, but his fame was destined to be short-lived.

"Sakayanagi, Ichinose, what do you think?"

Horikita Manabu nodded slightly.

He thought so too, but he still wanted to ask Arisu Sakayanagi and Honami Ichinose's opinions.

"I won't comment."

Arisu Sakayanagi, who had fair skin and a cute appearance, smiled faintly.

Kitahara Takashi has only played in two games in total, and the sample size is too small. She is afraid that she will be slapped in the face if she jumps to conclusions now.

"..."

Ichinose Honami seemed not to hear what Horikita Manabu said. She stared at Kitahara Takashi who was walking past her.