"Damn, is this a robot?" Someone already shouted from the audience.

"Is there any change in the 11th game?"

"How big is this coach's experience?"

"Is this pitcher the coach's own son?"

"He will definitely be beaten up with his shots. After 11 innings, the pitcher at the professional baseball team will be exhausted. If he doesn't get beaten up, I'll go eat shit."

"I also bet that he will be beaten up. Mingfeng Middle School obviously took off his game."

...

In the first half of the 11th game, Yi Cheng continued to use good ball control and ball power to suppress the lineup of the Normal University.

The score is still 0 to 0.

"Grass!!!"

The hitter from the Normal University threw his helmet to the ground.

The more you feel, the more you feel.

They had never experienced such a thing. They were suppressed for an afternoon, for more than 4 hours, and they still didn't get a single point after nine rounds of playing tables.

The key is—

The opponent has made 11 games.

After all, my physical strength should be exhausted and I will become the last one.

Isn’t it humiliating that you can’t even hit a tired pitcher?

This is equivalent to a group of people in the dota where they beat you with their residual blood.

How to avoid humiliation?

How can you not be sad and angry?

How to not despair?

The players from the Affiliated High School of Normal University sat on the bench with dull faces and all of them looked as if they were dead.

The audience who said they wanted to eat shit also closed their mouths.

The second half of the 11th game.

It is the turn of Normal University Affiliated High School to defend.

Everyone focused their attention on the ace pitcher Jin Ge.

His face was ashes, his face was desperate, and even his right hand was shaking slightly.

"Do you continue?" the coach asked him patiently.

"Surrently, continue..."

Two lines of clear tears shed in Jin Ge's heart.

"No more."

He closed his eyes silently and collapsed on the chair.

The second half of the 11th game.

The pitcher was replaced at the Affiliated High School of Normal University.

Mingfeng Middle School, which was so suffocated, finally got vented, and the line was bursting one after another.

With the full base, Luo Tian hit a home run.

The final score was locked at 6 to 0.

Mingfeng Middle School achieved the final victory.

...

After the game, reporters who were preparing to interview Yunze’s first pitcher Jin Ge surrounded Yi Cheng.

"You shot very well in today's game. Have you received any special training? Ordinary people cannot maintain their standards even if they shoot 11 innings."

"I don't understand the training-related matters. I trained according to Teacher Ran's courses," Yi Cheng replied, "If you insist on why it can last so long, I want to say that maybe it was because the high school of Normal University did not perform well in the line playing today. They are a very excellent team. If they can perform better, the result of today's game will not be like this.

And I believe they will perform better in the future.”

After he said this, the reporters almost couldn't hold back their laughter.

This kid understands the media very much.

Although this statement seems to be very tactful and also expresses respect for the High School of Normal University, in fact, when media reports, you only need to intercept the sentence [not performing well enough].

The news of high school baseball tomorrow will be in full swing.

After the interview, Yi Cheng was about to go to the school bus to find the large army.

Walking outside the baseball field, he met an acquaintance-

Quan Yi from the baseball stadium also came to see his game today.

In addition to Quan Yi, he also brought a middle-aged man in a suit to come over.

"It's good to shoot. Today's game is really eye-catching. You can hold on for so long, it's like a body of steel."

Quan Yi smiled happily and patted Yi Cheng on the shoulder.

It was as if he had won the game by himself.

Quan Yi praised him for a moment and began to introduce the middle-aged man beside Yi Cheng.

This man with short hair and a pair of sunglasses looks a bit dangerous, was Quan Yi’s baseball teammate before retirement.

The name is Zhang Liang.

Both of them were working on second-tier teams before.

Now Zhang Liang is a scout at Hengyuan Club.

Yi Cheng has an impression of this club-

His first practice match in 20 years was when the Yunze Kanfeng team fought against the Yunze Hengyuan team in the same city.

Zhang Liang smiled and reached out to shake Yi Cheng.

The grip of his hands was very rough, and you could tell the kind that he used to train hard in baseball.

Many professional baseball players will change careers as scouts or coaches if they do not have other skills after retirement.

Zhang Liang is one of them.

"I just watched your game." He said with a smile, "I shot pretty well."

"Give me a lot of awards." Yi Cheng greeted.

"That's right," Zhang Liang continued, "I have been looking for new players for Hengyuan Club and discover potential new players. I think you have great potential. If you are interested, I want to invite you to Hengyuan Club for trial training."

After he finished speaking, he explained the trial process in detail:

Yi Cheng participated in the trial training and could enter the second team of Hengyuan team to compete.

If you can practice with top professional baseball players and train with special coaches, your abilities will grow faster.

In addition, not only does Yicheng not have to pay for the trial, but the club will also provide him with a monthly trial fee of 5,000 yuan.

In 2006, this was equivalent to a high-paying career.

"Trial training?" Yi Cheng was a little surprised.

Logically speaking, he has just entered the first year of high school and has not even played many games. Now a club has contacted him?

"I'm only in my first year of high school now, and I haven't played many games. I don't know if it's suitable..." Yi Cheng was a little embarrassed.

"I've been a scout for 10 years," Zhang Liang smiled, "I can't read it wrong."

To be honest, any high school baseball player who gets such an opportunity will be a little moved, and not everyone has the opportunity to try out.

Trial training means that you have already stepped into the professional base half of your foot, which is equivalent to internship in a large company in advance.

Generally speaking, as long as you perform well, you can sign a formal contract with the club after you become an adult.

The current talent war is very serious, and many clubs will provide trial training for long-term development in order to cultivate young talents in the future.

Otherwise, if you wait for the annual draft, the club will easily get into a situation where you are not in the blue or yellow.

The minimum age for trial training stipulated by the state is 16 years old.

"That," Yi Cheng asked, "I want to ask, can I continue to study if I participate in the trial?"

"Emm... Well, there is no clear regulation that you can't continue to study, but if you try, it is basically equivalent to a company internship. You need to participate in daily training and competitions. I'm afraid you don't have enough time."

It is more appropriate to issue invitations to college students.

However, the competition for talents is too fierce now, and many clubs have already attacked high school students in advance.

"Uh..." Yi Cheng hesitated, his brows froze, "I'll think about it first."

What?

Do you have to think about it?

The eldest brother Quan Yi's face froze and he was frightened by Yi Cheng.

This is a trial invitation from professional baseball teams.

You don't have to pay for it.

Does this kid understand how precious this opportunity is? Many senior high school pitchers can't get it. How many people pay for money and try it in may not be successful. You actually said you should consider it?

"It's okay, it's time to consider it." Zhang Liang smiled and handed Yi Cheng a business card, "If you think about it, call me."
Chapter completed!