"Honestly, eat enough for three bowls." Isashiki Jun took the plate and sat down next to Yagami Yagami, Miyuki Kazuya, and Kuraza Naoya. "Higashi-senpai asked me to watch you eat."
Yagami is fine, but the other two first-year students who have just finished intensive training have no appetite at all.
"Isashiki, please, can you lower your voice?" Yagami was a little irritated by Isashiki Jun's loud voice.
"No matter how low your voice is, you still have to eat enough for three bowls." After Jun Isafuki finished speaking, he picked up the bowl and started to put rice into his mouth.
"Isashiki, don't you need me to help you with your tutoring?" Yagami put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands and said to Jun Isashiki in a serious tone.
"..."
It was only at this moment that Isashiki Jun realized that Yagami Yagami, who was sitting opposite him, was the person he was borrowing notes from and helping him with tutoring.
"Anyway...anyway, if you want to eat well, you must eat three big bowls!" Jun Isashi felt a little lack of confidence, so after saying this, he started to eat.
…
The second day of training was mainly about defense. Although they no longer had to run as hard as yesterday, the constant catching, saving, and passing of balls made everyone in Qingdao very tired. Until the weather turned completely dark.
Okay, today's training has come to an end.
The two first-year students, Kazuya Miyuki and Naoya Kuraza, ran around on the court wearing catcher's protective gear. They sweated a lot. When the training came to an end, both of them looked like they were wet.
It's the same as what you fished out of it.
Then, like yesterday, we ended the day by running twenty laps around the stadium.
Today's intensity seems to be a little lighter than yesterday. At least Miyukiichi was still able to stand after running the last twenty laps around the stadium, and he would not collapse to the ground like yesterday.
On the third day, Miyukiichi went to class after morning training and almost fell asleep in class.
Kuraza Naoya spent more energy to concentrate than usual. After today's class, when he heard the bell ringing for the afternoon, he felt the hope to attend a few more classes for the first time.
idea.
After school in the afternoon, there will be basic exercises that are necessary every day, and then enhanced defensive and striking exercises.
While Miyuki Kazuya was running around on the field wearing catcher's protective gear, Kuraza Naoya kept waving the bat in his hand, knocking away the flying baseballs. When their practice came to an end, the whole
People are basically soaked with sweat.
After replenishing energy, everyone started training again in the evening. Today's intensity was similar to yesterday, so much so that after Miyuki Kazuya and Kuraza Naoya finished the last twenty laps, their condition was much better than the previous two days.
After the training, the third graders agreed to use the pitching machine to practice their hitting, while the second graders prepared to swing the bat another 200 times.
"Zangzao, Miyuki, if you two are tired, go and rest first. Don't force yourself too much." Before the third graders were about to leave, Dong Qingguo, as the captain, looked at the two first graders and said to them.
"..."
Neither Kuraza Naoya nor Miyuki Kazu said anything. The former still had some energy left, and the latter knew that his energy was exhausted, but if he went to rest now, he felt that he would lose to the former.
"Zangzao, if you can still hold on, can you practice pitching with me?" Yagami Yagami asked, seeing that Naoya Kuraza was still standing where he was.
"Okay, senior." Naoya Kuraza said and moved his limbs, then followed Yagami and walked toward the bullpen.
"call out!"
"Bang!"
"call out!"
"Bang!"
"call out!"
"Bang!"
"Senior, you don't need to take care of my physical strength." Naoya Kuraza said directly, feeling that Senior Yagami was not serious and was throwing the ball hard.
"I'm not taking care of you. If it's during a game and your energy is about to be exhausted, can I still throw a ball that I know you can't catch?" Yagami raised his hand and wiped his face.
sweat, "Besides, I also want to save a little more energy."
How to continue playing when physically exhausted? If he does not overcome this problem, even if he succeeds in becoming Qingdao's ace after the summer joint training, he will not be able to let himself and Qingdao go further.
…
As the joint training lasted longer and longer, fatigue levels continued to accumulate, and more and more second- and third-year students began to join the ranks of collapsing to the ground after each day's training.
Perhaps because they were used to such high-intensity training, the two first-year students, Naoya Kuroza and Kazuya Miyuki, also discovered that some of their defensive movements had transformed into their body's instincts. The moment they saw the baseball flying out, they
Without thinking about it, the muscle memory brought about by long-term training directly drives them to react.
Therefore, in the first three or four days, due to the decline in physical fitness of the Qingdao people, the defense level also declined, but it slowly recovered in the next two or three days.
Finally, on the last day of the summer joint training, which seemed to have no end in sight from the beginning, even Director Kataoka personally came off the field to provide guidance to the fielding players.
As the training time increased, the players on the court made more and more mistakes, and were successively asked to leave the court by Supervisor Kataoka. In the end, the only ones who remained on the court were Higashi Kiyokuni and Murasuke Daiki.
A few third-graders, they still persevered hard.
"Tanaka, don't you know how to reach out to catch the baseball as it flies over?"
"Fukuda, what's your proudest speed? It's so far away from the flying baseball, how can you save it?"
"Fujii, where is your passing accuracy?"
"Murasuke, didn't you say you wouldn't miss a ball?"
"Dong, you can't do this!"
The other members of the team who were standing outside the stadium looked at the third-year seniors or students who were squatting or lying on the ground, with expressions of either admiration or disbelief on their faces. Some even had expressions on their faces because of this.
A trace of intolerance.
At the same time, several third-graders on the court slowly stood up. Although they were still out of breath, they all shouted loudly, "We are OK, please give us another goal!"
Although Director Kataoka at home plate was sweating profusely, he still looked satisfied with the third grader's persistence and hit the baseball with his coaching bat.
"Naoya, wouldn't it be very reassuring to have such a senior standing behind the pitcher on defense?" Chris asked the junior next to him softly.
"Yes!" Zangzao Naoya nodded silently after hearing this, looking at the third-year seniors on the court, his eyes full of respect.
Naoya?
Miyukiichi, who was staying with Chris and the others, was also completely attracted by Chris's words. He also really wanted Chris-senpai to call him by his name.
"Um...Um, Chris-senpai, can you just call me by my name like you call Zangzao?" Miyuki Kazu also rarely showed a rather awkward expression and asked Chris next to him...
"Okay, Kazuya." Chris nodded and said softly to him.
It's just a title that can make the lovely juniors happy, so let them go. This chapter has been completed!