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

Yes.

Zhongjing University has three pitchers in the bench rotation, but they have been pitching game by game since the first game of the qualifiers.

I have already shot nearly two hundred balls so far.

The starting point of Kitahara Takashi's career was Koshien.

This is the advantage of Kitahara Takashi.

The most important thing is that the opponent replaced the third pitcher early in the sixth inning.

There is no limit on the number of substitutions in a baseball game, but players who are replaced cannot return.

In other words, now it is a showdown between Kitahara Takashi and Kabei Kouta.

We have already shot three and a half rounds, and it depends on who will give up first.

You know, everyone's body tolerance is different.

Some people's physical fitness is like a golden ship, and they remain healthy until retirement.

Some people are like glass, they break at the slightest touch.

What Kitahara Takashi is betting on now is that Kabei Kouta will collapse before him.

Why, you ask?

Because the opponent had injured his shoulder in the previous Koshien.

*

"I'm sorry, kids."

In the bullpen of Zhongjing University, the coach of Zhongjing University bowed deeply to the players who were breathing heavily and silent.

"I made an error in judgment."

Sending out the team's third-year ace so early was the biggest mistake he made in his coaching career.

He noticed early on that Kitahara Tsuyoshi's arm might not be able to hold on, so in order to conserve his strength, he replaced him with Kabei Kouta.

When he saw Kitahara Tsun's arm dislocated, he was somewhat pleased with himself and praised his own decision.

When he saw Kitahara Takashi stand up again, he didn't take it seriously, thinking that the other party was just a spent force.

When he saw that Kitahara Takashi had persisted until the ninth inning, he began to panic.

Kouta Kabei said nothing.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to talk, but he is really too tired.

It is true that Zhongjing University has three aces, but first-year students Furusu Ryota and Shiyang Xiang are still too young.

They are the future, but not the present.

At the final critical moment, it was still up to him, the old captain, to take the lead.

From the first qualifying game to now, he has pitched the most among the three and is the most tired.

"Kids, I didn't think we'd make it to overtime. We were out of strategies."

The coach of Zhongjing University never thought that we could play until now.

He really has no tactics left.

"For all the efforts so far, let's give it a try."

Coach Zhongjing raised his head, raised his old and trembling right fist and shouted.

The players of Zhongjing University "huffed and puffed!" "huffed and puffed!" Their eyes were red as they stared at the Aoba bullpen, breathing heavily.

No one speaks.

But at this time, all the players of Zhongjing University had only one thought, to defeat them.

“Beep, beep, beep~”

The referee blew the whistle and the Zhongjing University players stepped onto the court.

No matter who the opponent is, we just have to keep trying and fight with our style.

In this way, the opportunity will definitely come!!!

*

"Do not be silly!"

Beiyuan Zun took a step forward, leaned forward, bent down, and swung his long arms out again like a whip.

"Ding, 162 km/h, strike, strikeout!"

"Switch attack and defense!"

The fighting spirit that Zhongjing had finally ignited was once again ruthlessly extinguished by Beiyuan Zun.

"The attack ended too quickly."

Furusu Ryota was panting and feeling desperate.

"Even if we defend with all our might, how are we going to score against Kitahara Takashi?"

Zi Yang looked at the young man on the pitcher's mound with despair in his eyes.

He was so thin and his body was a little shaky, but he gave people the feeling that as long as he was standing there, it was absolutely impossible to defeat him.

"It's the tenth game."

A girl in the cheering booth at Chukyo University was about to cry.

"Please, please go down."

A male high school student from Zhongjing University began to beg.

He was really scared.

In the match against Takashi Kitahara, they never came out in the fourth batting order.

"Why don't you go down?"

Someone started cursing.

"Crazy, he's absolutely crazy."

Some people began to feel fear.

*

On the court, the eight defensive players high-fived each other and followed Kitahara Takashi down the court.

In the bullpen, Aoba's first batter also stood up, holding a baseball bat and preparing to go on stage with an exhausted look.

"Senior."

Kitahara Tsutomu suddenly spoke up and stopped the other person.

"What's the matter?"

Noda Yusei stopped suddenly and turned to look at Kitahara Takashi.

"Don't hesitate, don't hesitate, just swing as hard as you can."

Kitahara Takashi stretched out his left fist towards Noda Yusei: "I will cover for you."

Noda Yusei looked at the fist extended by Kitahara Tsuyoshi, and his heart suddenly calmed down.

Everyone knows how good Kitahara Takashi is as a pitcher.

As long as he sits in the coaching seat, no one will panic.

He just has that kind of strength.

"I understand."

Yusei Noda and Takashi Kitahara bumped fists vigorously and stepped onto the court again.

"Qingye, we will win!!!"

"Chongjingda, come on!!"

When the players entered the field, the cheering groups of both schools roared again, trying to overpower the other side in momentum.

Even though many people's voices were hoarse, they still ignored the pain in their throats and shouted at the top of their lungs.

The audience was eagerly waiting, and the fire in their hearts had already been ignited.

Everyone knows that after fighting to this point, neither side will back down.

Whether you return with honor or live with regret for the rest of your life depends on this one gamble.

Aoba's first batter is Yusei Noda.

Kouta Kabei looked at his opponent in front of him and could feel that the other party was full of fighting spirit.

It wasn't like this just now.

What exactly did Kitahara Takashi say to him?

Yusei Noda held the bat and stared at Kouta Kabei on the pitcher's mound.

After experiencing despair and welcoming hope, whether they can continue to win and dominate the country, now it is their turn to decide!

Kouta Kabei raised his legs, swung his arms, and flicked the ball with his fingers at the moment of throwing.

Noda Yusei swung the bat without hesitation.

"Beep! 149km/h, a strike!"

The ball had an imperceptible downward trajectory during its flight, and the first shot missed.

'Too slow.'

Although Noda Yusei did not hit the baseball, he could clearly feel that the speed of this ball was no longer as difficult to catch as before.

"It seems our ace has been shocked."

Yusei Noda probably understood what Kouta Kabei was thinking.

If you lose, the team loses. When the burden of the entire team falls on one person, this invisible pressure is enough to crush that person.

The most important thing is that Kitahara Takashi has been putting pressure on the opponent.

The pressure did not come from the audience, but from Kitahara's pitching.

As long as one point is lost, the game will be lost. Kitahara Takashi has always made his opponents feel this heavy pressure on the pitcher's mound.

In other words, up to this point, even the players from Chukyo University probably don't think they can score against Kitahara Takashi.

I just hope that Kitahara Tsutomu can go down sooner.

That's a scary thought.

This shows that Zhongjingda's mind is no longer on the court.

"Beep! 149km/h, two strikes!"

Swing, miss!

Noda Yusei took a deep breath.

Focus all your attention on the third ball.

"Beep! 147 km/h!"

In the bottom of the ninth inning, the pitcher could still reach 147 mph. The pitcher of Zhongjing University is really strong.

but.

boom!

"Hit!"

Suzuki Ichiro was shocked and jumped up from his chair and shouted.

The baseball flew toward far left field.

Yusei Noda didn't care about anything, let go, dropped the bat, and rushed towards first base with his head down.

"The left fielder at Chukyo University was about to catch the ball, but oh my god, it went out of his hands."