manynovel Chapter 964 Will God Bleed?
Chapter 964 Will God Bleed?
The huge stadium was almost surrounded by the crowd. The students who had finished their exams were at the outermost layer. Except for special students like Yamauchi Sakura, almost all the students of Sobu High School gathered there, and the stadium could hardly accommodate everyone.
Among the students, there were groups of baseball players gathered together. Just like the opening ceremony of Koshien, these professional baseball teams wore uniform uniforms and baseball caps of different colors, and were distributed in groups of more than ten people on the two extension lines of the baseball field.
These teams are clearly separated from each other and rarely talk to people from other teams, but they all talk in low voices within the team.
In the Tokyo Yakult Swallows team, a man over 1.8 meters tall stared at the Americans in the field with fiery eyes and sighed:
"I'm so envious. If we want to join MLB, we have to go through the registration system, but look at Hojo Kyosuke. He didn't even officially announce that he was going to join the team, but all those big shots came rushing over.
I am obviously a genius, can you please just look at me? "
"Yeah, did you notice the way the Yankees coach looked at Hojo Kyosuke? He looked more loving than my mother looks at me."
"It's similar to the way my fans look at me. Ah, I really want to be looked at like that by the coach."
"..."
These words resonated with the surrounding players. Although there was a deep gap between Japanese baseball and American baseball, and it was difficult to transfer, there was no one who did not want to "go to school" in America. Apart from anything else, the salary was not at the same level.
Those who didn't speak also looked at the MLB bigwigs with gloomy eyes, and no one knew what they were thinking.
As for Tokyo's champion Yomiuri Giants, even their star players came, including the strongest batter and ace pitcher. The team originally expected that these two would come to test Hojo Kyosuke's ability, but they didn't expect the people of America to be so fanatical and actually bring their ace player across the ocean. It was really exaggerated.
"Hey, Sawamura, why don't you try to get a chance to play against Hojo Kyousuke? If you beat him, you might become famous in America."
The man wearing a black Yomiuri Giants cap smiled and said to the man next to him.
The man called Sawamura was 1.9 meters tall, a true giant in Japan. With his arms folded in front of his chest, he looked sternly at the boy standing on the pitcher's mound, preparing to pitch. His eyes were dim.
"It's so disgraceful."
He opened his mouth and said:
"Let those gorillas fight for it. Besides, if it's really a 180-dollar ball, why would I go up there? Wouldn't it be embarrassing?"
He is the leader of the Yomiuri Giants' powerful batting line. He has won the batting title three times and has a batting average of 0.353.
Batting average is an important indicator for evaluating a batter's performance. Generally speaking, a professional baseball player with a batting average above 0.280 is considered a competent hitter, above 0.300 is an excellent hitter, and above 0.400 is considered a great hitter.
In the history of world baseball, there are only a handful of hitters who can reach above 0.4.
But even with such a Sawamura, there was no confidence at all that he could hit Hojo Kyosuke's ball. Yes, it was a hit, not a miss. As a powerful hitter, no one was more sensitive to the speed of the ball than him. At a speed of over 160 km per hour, every kilometer difference would produce a huge change.
As for 170 or 180 mph? Sorry, Sawamura has no idea of that. He has never heard of it, and he dares not even think about it. No matter how strong his muscle memory is, he can't hit that kind of ball. But if he closes his eyes and hits it, he may have a slight chance of hitting it.
With his mind in a mess, Sawamura turned to look at his teammates next to him and said maliciously:
"But you, Toumaru, our Giants' ace pitcher, don't you want to give it a try? As far as I know, Hojo hasn't shown strong hitting ability. Today is the day to make a name for yourself."
Dongwan rolled his eyes and said speechlessly, "When you say he didn't show strong hitting ability, do you mean he swung at the first pitch of every inning, even at a ball or a hit? If I faced someone like that in a game, I would have a headache."
Sawamura continued, "It's just a weak school that can't even win a few rounds in the Koshien preliminaries. How can a little high school student compare with you, Toumaru! Make a decision quickly, don't let those Americans steal the show!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the other teammates nearby also responded and shouted at their ace to scare the American gorilla.
What Sawamura said makes sense. Unlike pitching, numbers are the most honest. A team with 180 points will not change just because the opposing batter changes. Batting is different. Facing a pitcher of a different level will result in huge changes.
Dongwan stopped talking and clenched his teeth unconsciously.
Who doesn't like to be in the spotlight? But the only thing is that you're afraid of accidentally showing your butt.
Those gorillas just went back to their own country after losing, but he wanted to stay in Japan.
Almost the same conversation between the Yakult Swallows and the Yomiuri Giants took place in each team. Some of these people did not believe that Hojo Kyosuke was really that strong, while others wanted to show off in front of the coach and manager of the American team, but without exception they all remained silent in the end, just staring at the court with fiery or cold eyes.
The students of Sobu High School outside were also extremely excited. In the past, they only knew that Hojo Kyosuke was great, but winning the Honya Award or the Neon Mystery Writers Association Award was too far away from them. But today was different. So many famous team stars gathered at Sobu High School, all for Hojo Kyosuke.
Looking at the white people who were arguing over the chance to compete with Hojo, the students of Sobu High School truly understood how great Hojo Kyosuke was.
Hayato Hayama, a member of the Life Victory Team of Class F of the first year, was squeezed in the crowd, not noticeable at all. He just stared blankly at his peer who was preparing calmly, his eyes full of admiration and envy.
Finally, the Los Angeles Dodgers hitter and catcher got their chance.
The Dodgers have made a great comeback in the past two years, winning the National League West Division Championship for the second consecutive year. But that's all. They haven't made it to the World Series for 27 consecutive years.
The fans, players, team executives and owners are all eager for the team to make it to the World Championship in one go, so they are one of the most determined teams in pursuing Kyosuke Hojo.
When they heard that there was such an awesome person like Hojo Kyosuke in the world, the whole team boarded a plane and headed to Japan without saying a word, wanting to see if there was a God who could take them all off.
Baseball is different from basketball. Although there is competition within the team, there will not be a situation where a few big guys fight for the "ball rights". Everyone hopes to have a big guy who can lead the team. Anyway, their salaries will not be reduced and they have signed contracts.
So, when people from other teams were still looking at Hojo Kyosuke with all kinds of provocative and questioning eyes, the Dodgers players who had already put on protective gear and stood in the batter's box were all smiling and greeting Hojo Kyosuke very friendly.
"Hi~ Mr. Huoji, are you ready? I heard that you just finished your exam. Do you need our Dodgers catcher to warm you up first?"
The batter is in his thirties, which makes him barely qualified to be Hojo Kyosuke's father, so he unconsciously carries the kindness of an elder.
It's just that when he called out Hojo Kyousuke's last name, the pronunciation was really weird. It's no wonder that he needed to have a foreign name. In many cases, it's not because he's unpatriotic, but just for convenience. After all, every time I hear someone calling my name in a weird voice, it's hard not to laugh.
The catcher squatting on the ground also grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth, and shook his white palms. Yes, this was a black man.
He didn't have a better intention to ask Hojo Kyosuke whether to communicate and make some secret codes or something, because they came here just to see Hojo Kyosuke's true strength, and it would be good enough if they didn't create difficulties and force him.
Hojo Kyosuke, who had already dug the soil, said thank you with a smile, and without refusing, threw a few light balls over.
As soon as he moved, the dozen or so coaches on the sidelines immediately stared at him with their eyes shining, and their eyes were almost glued to Hojo Kyosuke.
At the same time, all the machines and instruments on the sidelines started up. The computer connected to the camera immediately analyzed Hojo Kyosuke's body movement lines and provided various data for reference by professionals and coaches.
The players also expressed their opinions:
"...How should I put it, it's a very handsome pose."
"A delight to the eyes. Hmm, she's on par with the model who kicked off last year's game. It's outrageous. A man gives me the feeling that he's even better looking than a pretty girl..."
"but……"
"Um……"
"It doesn't look like a strong guy. Can he really shoot that strong with this posture?"
"..."
To sum up, everyone admits that the guy named Hojo Kyosuke is really handsome. If he were to make a baseball-themed TV series or film, it would surely be a global hit. After all, even professional players like them think he is handsome, let alone others.
But...did this guy come to the wrong set? He doesn't look like a master at all.
The coaches gathered together. The coaches and managers of the Hokkaido Ham Fighters and Tokyo Yakult Swallows, who had witnessed the performance of Hojo Kyosuke, were all delighted. Being in Japan, they understood the idol economy too well and knew how much profit an athlete with strong professional qualities and handsome appearance could create.
After throwing a few balls, Hojo Kyosuke gestured OK to the black catcher on the opposite side. Looking at that black face, he felt infinite power surging from his body.
Oh no, I’m not white, how can I have blood memory?
The black catcher suddenly felt a chill all over his body and inexplicably fearful. He quickly raised his head to look at his teammates standing next to him, and was relieved when he saw that the opponent's bat was not swinging towards his head.
After looking around for a long time and not finding anything wrong, he looked ahead and shouted to the young man with a handsome and friendly smile:
"Mr. Hojo, what pitch are you going to throw? Is it the same straight shot as before? If you want to throw another pitch, please let me know in advance so that I don't miss it."
He even found it funny when he shouted this out, because this question should have been asked using fingers painted with red nail polish.
"Don't worry, I only throw that one type of shot, you just have to be ready."
Hojo Kyosuke smiled kindly.
The Dodgers batsman raised his eyebrows. A straight ball? Shout it out loud like that? I put the bat there in advance and waited for you. What should I do?
Even if the ball is going at a speed of 180, I should still be able to hit it as long as I prepare well in advance, right?
Thinking of this, he pinched the brim of his helmet and adjusted it a few times, feeling his whole body getting hot.
Oh no, I might be the first person in the world to hit 180 magic balls!
Poor guy, he must not have watched the interview with Keihito Matsuo, otherwise he would have discovered that there is actually someone in the world who has such a tacit understanding with him, and that their ideas are exactly the same.
In exchange, the coach of the New York Yankees grabbed the referee's position and stood behind the catcher. He looked at Hojo Kyosuke opposite him with fiery eyes and asked loudly whether both parties were ready. He then asked the staff on the sidelines whether all the instruments were turned on and operating normally. Only after getting confirmation did he shout "start".
The Dodgers hitter held the bat tightly on his shoulder and concentrated his energy.
Hojo Kyosuke touched the brim of his hat, turned his head and looked around, at the professional players and friends who were looking at him seriously, and his father-in-law who was the only one present.
I smiled politely, earning a 'cute' eye roll from Mr. Toshiki.
Oh my, if Sanye saw this, she would definitely be so disgusted that her hair would stand on end.
Unfortunately, I didn’t bring my cell phone and couldn’t take a picture.
Oh, by the way, there are so many cameras on the sidelines, so it must have been captured. I’ll edit the footage and send it to Sanye and Siye later.
Hahaha~~
Hojo Kyosuke couldn't help laughing at the thought of playing a trick on Miyamizu Toshiki.
The laughter startled all the players and coaches present.
Is this guy so arrogant? Is he telling us to keep our eyes open?
For a moment, many stars had different thoughts, and their eyes widened as they looked at Hojo Kyosuke.
Finally, Hojo Kyosuke put his right hand holding the ball into his left glove.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he raised his legs and twisted his waist...
As you push down with one foot, swing your arms forward.
call out--
boom--! !
The white baseball spun and hit the catcher's glove. It had to be said that the black man was quite durable, as the ball that could have knocked Fujikawa Masashi upside down only made him stumble backwards.
The smile on the Dodgers batter's face remained motionless, and the bat on his shoulder remained motionless until the New York Yankees coach screamed out a strike, then he lowered his head blankly.
What is this?
"How much?! What's the speed?!"
He screamed, this can't be 180! Not to mention swinging the bat, he couldn't even see Hojo Kyosuke's movements clearly, it was too exaggerated, was this really a human being?
God? You're right.
But should God really appear on a baseball field? Is there any hope for mortals?
People watching the speed gun on the sidelines also gave feedback.
“One hundred and eighty!!”
There were shouts, and there were other units on the speed gun, but everyone still chose to shout 180 kilometers. (End of this chapter)