I Loaded the Love Game

"Miss Uchida."

"Yes!"

Uchida is wearing a baseball uniform and a white pleated skirt, looking very energetic.

She stood in an empty venue and used the microphone to talk to two moderators who didn't know where they were.

"It is said that you like baseball very much, don't you?"

"I like it very much! My dream is to marry a professional baseball player!"

"Oh—" the male host exclaimed, "Miss Uchida, I used to work for a professional team. I am considered a baseball player. Do I have a chance?"

"This." Madam Uchida tilted his head awkwardly.

"What is a baseball player?" The hostess smiled, "Uchida-chan, don't worry about this person."

"Yes, I understand." Uchida Mari responded bluntly.

"Hello--" the male host shouted unwillingly.

Masaru Uchida smiled cheerfully, and the entire digital screen was filled with her sweet smile.

"However," the hostess said, "Members of the live baseball team, Uchida can consider it."

"Huh?" Uchida was taken aback, with an exaggerated expression, "Can you?"

"Of course not!" The male host resolutely objected, "Miss Uchida is thirty years old this year. This is the Koshien qualifier. The participants are all high school students! It's a crime!"

"Hmm--" Madam Uchida said briskly, pretending to ponder, "Sure enough, I should ignore you today."

"I am sorry!"

The scene burst into laughter.

After the warm-up, the hostess said: "It's kick-off time, please go to the pitcher's hill for Miss Uchida."

"It's good!"

Mari Uchida handed the microphone to the staff on one side, put on his gloves, took the ball, and walked up to the pitcher's mound.

The gaze of 30,000 people made her smile unnaturally nervous.

"Come on, Miss Uchida!" the male host shouted.

Marriage Uchida raised his hand holding the ball high, and made a gesture of "come on".

The catcher of Kamikawa squatted down at home base, and the referee stood behind the catcher in a decent manner.

"Uchida-chan, let's start!"

Mari Uchida raised the ball above his head, then raised his leg.

The posture should be practiced, quite standard.

Struggling to vote out.

The distance from the pitching mound to the home plate of the catcher is 18.44 meters.

For Uchida, who is only 155 centimeters tall and does not usually train, let alone an accurate shot into the catcher's glove, the ball flew halfway and fell weakly.

The ball rolled on the ground towards the catcher.

Masaru Uchida covered her mouth shyly, and then smiled cheerfully.

"Thank you Miss Uchida! Haha!"

"The kick-off is over, the 104th summer Koshien contest, the East Tokyo district final, officially begins!"

"In the first half of the first game, Misamatsu, Chiyoda ward first attacked! Shinjuku Kamikawa defended!"

"Kamikawa's nine starters have entered the game!"

“Kamikawa’s starting pitcher is really Uchida Yuki. This is a third-year veteran of Koshien. At Jingu Stadium last year, he led Kamikawa to win Koshien tickets, representing the 20 districts of East Tokyo. !"

"Well, last year they lost in the first round at Jiaziyuan. I don't know where they will go after a year of hard work."

"This year is the last year of Uchida's pitcher. I think he will have the greatest desire to win, Sanmatsu, come on!"

"Sansong's first hitter is also in place!"

Uchida Yuki took a deep breath, staring at the front and at the catcher.

Raise your legs and play your arms.

When the ball went out, the speed of the ball was displayed on the electronic screen: 146kmh.

The beater missed the swing.

"A good shot!" the referee shouted.

"The ball speed of 146, Uchida is in good shape." The male host praised.

"Yeah!" said the hostess. "Last year, Uchida made a personal record of 150 in the Koshien preliminaries and the main match. I don't know if this year's ten can be broken."

"The second ball... was hit! But it flew high, it was a high-flying ball! Kamikawa's outfielder is already in place!"

"I'm going to be caught! Ah, I was caught!"

"As expected of Uchida! This goal is definitely counted! Sanmatsu's first hitter seems to be too nervous!"

The first hitter of Sansong retired, and the second hitter trot onto the court with a bat.

"Kamikawa!"

"Come on!"

A large area of ​​the auditorium showed the word ‘Kamikawa’, and the blowing club played a passionate marching song.

On the other side, the Sansong support team was also unwilling to do so, shouting all day long.

The cheerleaders stood in the aisle, waving the colorful flowers in their hands.

Watanabe Toru could not understand the VIP seat at all.

Why did the ball be hit and the hitter who had reached first base was out by himself?

Catch it?

Does it mean that the ball is caught by the opponent in the air and the hitter is directly out?

Watanabe once thought that as long as the ball hits the ball high and does not get down from the sky, the hitter can run from home base to first base, second base, third base, and finally back to home base and score a point.

It seems that the people who made the rules of baseball have also taken this situation into consideration and imposed restrictions on the high fly:

Regardless of whether the batter runs to first base, or second or third base, as long as the ball is directly caught before it hits the ground, the batter is directly out of the game.

For ordinary people, it may be difficult to catch a ball that falls from a high altitude, but for a baseball team that has trained since childhood, as long as it does not make a mistake, it is almost certain to catch such a ball.

The rules of baseball are much more complicated than general sports.

Basketball goes into the frame, football goes into the goal, and tennis goes across the net. Even people who don't understand the rules can understand these sports.

Toru Watanabe glanced to his left. Except for him and Rin Kiyano, the other three seemed to understand baseball.

The two wives continued to communicate in low voices.

During this time, Uchida eliminated Sanmatsu's second hitter.

"The two hitters of Sansong are out! The situation is dangerous, I don't know if the three sticks can withstand the pressure!"

"Hit! It's a ball! Can you get on base?"

The hit ball was caught by the second baseman and struggling to throw it at the first base defender Kuni Shuo.

Kunii must catch the ball before the third hitter hits the first base bag.

The moment the ball fell into Kunii's gloves, the third hitter pounced on first base and touched it.

"Did it succeed?" the man asked expectantly at the end.

"It seems to be the ball first...safe! Successfully hit base!"

"Ah, the referee said, the first base player Kuni left his foot off the base bag to catch the ball! It was a little too close! What a pity!"

"It deserves to be three bars! The ability to stably get on the base is very strong! There is still a chance for these three pines, come on!"

"Now look at Sansong's four sticks. If you are eliminated directly, Sansong will be three hitters out. Direct offensive and defensive exchanges. The three sticks are in vain!"

"As long as it is hard work, it will not be in vain! It is with such a hardworking spirit that the baseball game is wonderful!"

"That's right. Okay, the hitter who successfully reached first base left the base bag a bit and made a stolen base posture, interfering with Kamikawa's pitcher Uchida!"

It is a pity that Uchida is strong and confident enough to strike out four strikes regardless of the three shots on first base.

In the first half of the first sentence, Sansong scored zero.

Offensive and defensive exchanges, it was the turn of three loose pitches, Kamikawa hit the ball offensively.

"what a pity!"

"But it's only the first round, the baseball game, less than the second half of the nine rounds, and it will never end!"

While watching, Toru Watanabe slowly guessed the rules of baseball based on the words of the two commentators.

In the fifth game, the sun was blazing, the air seemed to be distorted, the field was still in full swing, and the cheerleaders kept going.

Miki Kujo said to Jingryu who recovered from her injury:

"In the name of the Human Observation Department, I will send some ice cubes and drinks to Kamikawa."

Jingliu nodded, stepped back and left the VIP table.

"Is this buying people's hearts?" Watanabe Toru asked.

"A word can make them grateful, from resenting'why does the Human Observation Department not participate in training?" to "The Human Observation Department does not need to participate in training, of course." Why not do it?" Kujo Miki said indifferently.

"Kamikawa is an elite high school, and getting along with classmates is helpful to the future?" Watanabe Toru looked at her.

"Even if they don't get along well, will they give up joining the Kujo company because they hate me? You value them too much." Kujo Miki looked contemptuously.

"It makes sense." Watanabe nodded, "When they graduate, no matter what happens in high school, they will all be proud of President Kujo as a classmate."

this is the truth.

"It's just that in the name of the Human Observation Department, Kiyono's family took advantage." Mrs. Kujo looked at Mrs. Kiyono.

"It's really wonderful!" Mrs. Kiyono looked at the stadium with relish.

By her side, Rin Kiyano yawned gracefully.

In the sixth game, Watanabe used his binoculars to see that everyone in Kamikawa had eaten popsicles and covered their faces with ice cubes.

In the seventh game, Kamikawa, who had recovered, clearly surpassed Sansong's support.

However, Sansong deserves to be the team that won eight straight games to reach the finals, far from being compared to Aoyama High School, which ended the game 21:0 early.

The fierce battle came to the end of the eighth game, with 5 points for Kamikawa and 3 points for Sansong.

"In the first half of the ninth game, Sansong attacked!"

"There is still a chance, come on!"

"That said, the chance is very small. At least two points will be scored in this round, and Kamikawa will not score in the second half of the ninth round."

"It doesn't matter if you get two points! After the second half, you can enter the playoff, the tenth game! Look at the expressions of the Sansong players, they are very focused, no one gives up!"

"Everyone, please cheer for Sansong!"

"Sansong, come on!" The 30,000 people shouted neatly, as if even the stadium trembled.

After pitching eight innings, Uchida, who was standing in the pitcher mound, flushed, and his baseball shirt was wet with sweat.

It has something to do with Koshien’s quota, all his three years of hard work, and all the people who supported the baseball team at Kamikawa. Even if he is temporarily ahead, he is also nervous to the point of his body numb because of the pressure.

In a baseball game, let alone three points, the last eight points have been reversed.

'no problem, no problem. "Uchida let out a sigh of relief," As long as you make a serious shot and make no mistakes, the game will be won. ’

On the opposite side, Sansong's one rod constantly adjusted the posture of holding the rod, occasionally twisting his neck.

No one wants to lose!

"Sansong——!"

"Come on!"

Even in the dense crowd, even if staring at the 35 degree heat, the Sansong cheerleader never stops.

Amidst the sound of cheering, adjust your posture with one stick.

Uchida put his finger on the side of the ball.

Raise your legs, swing your arms!

Index finger and **** draw the ball line!

The ball with a speed of 143kmh seems to slow down.

The ball is spinning, and the trajectory is facing forward, which is a slippery ball! Finally it will fall!

nice shot? Bad ball?

Do you want to fight?

Can you hit this ball close to the ground?

Do not.

Don't worry! Don't worry! Hold on!

In that instant, the ball that was faster than the vehicle on the highway fell into the Kamikawa catcher's glove.

Sansong made a stick, but didn't swing it.

There was a short silence.

"A bad ball!" the referee shouted.

A stick panted as if it had emerged from the water, and after two breaths, it sank to the bottom of the water again.

It's not over yet, it's still a disadvantage.

Can't relax for a moment!

The tense mood caused Sansong Yibang's stomach to twitch and his hands and feet numb, but when he adjusted his posture, the sound of cheering, the scorching sun, and physical discomfort were all forgotten.

In his eyes, there was only the ball.

Uchida caught the ball thrown back by the catcher and took a deep breath.

He had dreamed of such a scene countless times-in the ninth game, relying on his own pitching, amidst the cheering of the teachers and students of the school, he simply struck out the opponent's beaters and greeted the cheers of the audience.

but.

In such a situation, no cheers can be heard at all.

‘As long as I can win, even if I am scrapped in Jiaziyuan’s arm, I am willing! As long as you can win! Uchida prayed in his heart.

Place your fingers on the side of the ball and raise your legs.

At the moment the foot hits the ground, the hands are drawn back and forth into a horizontal line, and the entire bow is stretched out.

At the moment of throwing, the side of the **** drops the ball!

A great concentration.

The ball flew over the catcher's head, seemingly a bad ball deliberately.

No, it's not right!

If you ignore the back and forth movement, the ball seems to be spinning in place.

It's a curve ball!

Will turn into the strike zone in an arc at the last moment!

‘Uchida’s curveball will go down slightly at the end. ’I think of the coach’s words in my mind, come and think, and swing the bat.

"boom!"

"It's rubbed! The ball rolled out!"

The narrator just yelled, and he had lost his bat and rushed to first base.

The upper and lower teeth are clenched, and the blue veins on the neck are exposed.

"Hino!"

"Go!"

Behind him is the shouts of the coaches, and in front is the Kamikawa first baseman.

Staring at the opponent's first baseman, faster, faster, Hino rushed to first base.

The first baseman is still waiting for the ball...on base...on base! !

"Keep on running!"

Yoshikawa heard the shout.

"carry on--!"

Too late to think, too late to think about whether Kamikawa made a mistake in catching the ball or the ball bounced irregularly.

Trust teammates!

"Ah--" Hino roared and rushed to second base.

"Come on!!!" everyone in the audience shouted.

At this moment, Kamikawa's left fielder finally received the irregularly bouncing ball.

He twisted, raised his arms, worked hard, and subconsciously wanted to throw it to Guojing Xiu.

"True Wood!"

It was the voice of Yoshikawa guarding second base.

Don't think about it, don't look, rely on memory and experience, with three years of tacit understanding, throw it to second base!

Kamikawa second baseman Yoshikawa put one foot on the second base bag, forgetting everything, stretched his body vigorously, and stretched out his gloved left hand.

‘Catch me! ’

Sansong's Hino has already seen the ball appear in his field of vision.

The teeth were golden, and the muscles on his face trembled.

Second base is just ahead! Pounce!

"Pop!" The ball fell into Yoshikawa's glove.

At the foot of Yoshikawa, Hino, who had the dream of Koshien in the summer of Sanmatsu High School, touched the bag with his finger.

Hino's body, because he couldn't control his speed, circled around the base as if being rushed into the distance by the flood.

But that base bag was like a life-saving pillar, no matter how he threw his body out, his hand still clung to it tightly.

The stadium is quiet.

Hino didn't even get up, so he crawled on the ground, putting his hands on the base bag and not delivering it.

be quiet.

The referee spread his arms and shouted:

"Safe!"

As if the bomb was detonated, the entire Jingu Stadium exploded with a "boom".

"Sansong! Sansong!" the audience shouted.

All the students of Sansong stood up with excitement.

"Hino!"

"Sansong!"

The slogans have long been inconsistent, and everyone is venting their inner emotions.

"Too great! Too great! This is not giving up, this is youth, this is Jiaziyuan!" The commentator was extremely excited.

"The ninth game, the last game, the last chance, Sansong's Hino hits second base successfully!"

"The possibility of scoring is great! Sansong, come on!"

Uchida on the pitcher mound looked at the three loose and one stick on the second base.

This guy named Hino got up from the ground, with his hands on his knees, panting, his eyes fixed on third base like a wolf.

'the last year! I will never lose! Never allow yourself to lose! Uchida caught the ball thrown by the second baseman, turned around, and looked at home base.

There, Sansong's second bat, holding the bat, looked at himself with the same eyes.

‘Can’t lose! Can't lose! ’

The sun seemed to pull in at once, and the violent sunlight directly spilt on the body.

Everything in front of me began to blur.

"Uchida!"

"Uchida!"

The members of Shenchuan gathered around in an instant.

"What's wrong? Contestant Uchida fainted suddenly!" the commentator said nervously.

"Heat stroke? I got the news, Uchida has a heat stroke!"

"Ah-what will Kamikawa do now? The crucial final game! Koshien dream! One year of hard work!"

Uchida was lifted back to the coach's bench and put on ice.

Everyone in the coaching bench was worried, not only Uchida's body, but also the next game.

"Aihara, you go." The coach's face was calm.

"Coach, I..." the relay pitcher surnamed Aihara hesitated.

"You have no confidence!" the coach roared.

"..." Not only Aihara, everyone was worried.

There are many players on this team, but Uchida is the only good pitcher.

He worked hard at Kamikawa for three years, and everyone was full of confidence in him.

As for the relay pitcher...

The coach looked around everyone: "We are still in the lead. What if we are overtaken by them? In the second half, can we not overtake and come back? Give me energy! Let go and fight!"

"Yes!" everyone shouted.

"Hirata!"

"Yes!" the catcher replied loudly.

"Shouting slogans!"

"Yes!"

The original eight starters, plus Aihara, who replaced Uchida, formed a circle with the nine people clasping their shoulders.

The camera lens was aligned, and 30,000 people looked at them.

"Who doesn't have holidays and weekends?" Hirata yelled.

"We!" the eight team members stood up and yelled.

"What time do you start training in the morning?"

"Six o'clock!"

"What time do you go back?"

"Until you can't swing the bat!"

"How long does it last?"

"The beginning of entering the department! Until today!"

"Who bears the honor of Kamikawa?"

"we!"

"What should I do?"

"Win!"

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"Win!" everyone on the baseball team and Kamikawa shouted in unison.

The camera turns, on the other side, Sansong High School.

Baseball players stacked their hands together.

"The more desperate!" the captain roared.

"The more you don't give up!" The team members roared.

"Ah--" Sansong High School shouted in unison, pressing down the folded hands fiercely.

Put on the helmet, fasten the gloves, take the bat, and both sides return to the court again.

The game, continue.

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