When the transfer student Ran Bingqing said was late, Yi Cheng finally let go of his heart.

Not Ailean.

The new transfer student catcher is a 178-year-old boy with a squinting eyes and a relatively easy-going appearance.

This person Yi Cheng knows—

He is the catcher of the No. 3 Middle School of the City, named Qing Yunhe. (If you want to know this person, you can read the contents of Chapters 154 to 159 of this book)

Yi Cheng had a confrontation with him once.

Qing Yunhe's father is a very famous professional baseball coach. He has coached the competitions of No. 3 Middle School before and is known for his big data analysis and computer simulation.

Qing Yun and this person have very strong observation and data analysis skills, and are very competent as a catcher.

Not only does he have the super catcher's ability, he also has a smart brain who knows when to guide the pitcher to shoot what ball.

This person is cautious and relies on his sensitivity to data and a strong brain. In the last game, Mingfeng Middle School fell into a tough battle.

The biggest feature of Qingyun and father and son is to specify tactics for weaknesses and use data analysis as a support.

It is no exaggeration to say that the reason why Mingfeng Middle School was hit hard last time was entirely supported by the father and son.

but--

Yi Cheng was confused.

It is logical that Qingyunhe has no reason to transfer to Mingfeng Middle School.

His father Qing Deheng is the baseball team coach of the No. 3 Middle School, even if the annual college entrance examination rate of Mingfeng Middle School is higher than that of No. 3 Middle School, it would not allow his son to transfer to school.

With Qingyun and his intelligence and diligence, he is so obsessed with all kinds of character that he can rank among the top in any school and get into Tsinghua University.

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out.

Yi Cheng shook his head.

...

After the free activities, Ran Bingqing asked Qing Yunhe to be Yi Cheng's catcher, and at the same time cleared everyone's back numbers.

According to convention, after one month, the team will organize civil wars, and the performance of each player will determine the position of each member of the team in the future.

"I can't figure it out, right?"

Qing Yunhe squatted on the ground, opened the gloves and placed them on her chest, and started to communicate with Yi Cheng in a plain manner.

"Why did I transfer to school here? My dad is obviously the head coach of No. 3 Middle School."

"yes."

Yi Cheng raised his leg and threw a straight ball with force.

boom!

Bang!

The white ball hits the bull's eye.

It was steadily taken into the glove by Qing Yunhe.

Qing Yunhe's body was slightly stiff for two seconds.

It seems that he was scared by Yi Cheng's power and speed.

It’s just that this guy’s eyes are too small, and Yi Cheng can’t see it very well.

To be honest, Qing Yun and Yi Cheng were not able to notice even though they were squatting on the ground and fell asleep.

A pair of small eyes is simply a magical tool for sleeping in class.

"The ball just now had a speed of at least 160."

Qing Yunhe picked up the ball from the glove and threw it back to Yi Cheng.

"You've made progress again."

Qing Yunhe said quietly, "You are indeed a genius. I have read you correctly. You can increase the ball speed to this level in just one year..."

"No, I've stepped back." Yi Cheng shook his head, "I usually vote for 165."

"Well……"

Do you know that you will have no friends like this?

Qing Yunhe's small eyes perfectly concealed his inner embarrassment and discomfort.

He put his gloves in front and looked up at Yi Cheng.

"That's why my dad sent me here."

"What the hell?"

Yi Cheng snorted lightly and threw a ball with his arms.

The white ball flew out extremely fast, like a bombardment of a giant cannon.

boom!!!

Bang!!!

A dull sound hit Qing Yunhe's gloves, and a circle of smoke and dust appeared.

Because the sound was so terrible, the others in the indoor practice shed couldn't help but look at each other.

"Mom, is that the legendary world's number one ball speed?!"

The new high school senior player looked at Yi Cheng with admiration and surprise.

The faster the ball is, the heavier the ball is, and the louder it will make when it falls into the catcher's glove.

This is the same as bullet strikes or basketball.

The greater the strength you get when dribbling, the faster the ball falls and bounces, and the louder the sound you make.

There are a few words on everyone's face.

Handsome!

cool!

Huge!

Everyone felt in their hearts glad that Yi Cheng was their teammate rather than his enemy.

Damn if I meet a pitcher like Yi Cheng on the court, I will break the stick?

Yi Cheng curled his lips disapprovingly, waiting for Qing Yunhe to give an evaluation.

He felt good about the catcher who transferred to the school. Although Qing Yunhe could not see any expression on her face, she was very steady.

His ball is not something that any catcher can catch.

Although Qing Yunhe was a little shocked, he captured it perfectly and steadily put the ball into the center of the gloves.

Otherwise, if the position deviates, it will not make such a nice and pleasant sound.

To judge whether a catcher is good or bad, you can tell by just listening to his voice when he catches the ball.

This time Qing Yunhe was stunned for a shorter time, maybe he was a little adapted to Yi Cheng's ball speed.

He threw the ball back to Yicheng.

"Through data analysis and my dad's team software simulation, he thought that my chances of coming here to win the championship are much greater than in the third middle school."

"So what?" Yi Cheng stared into his eyes (although he didn't know where his eyes were).

"With my learning ability and IQ, the success rate of getting admitted to Shuimu University is 100," Qingyun and put the gloves in front of me, "so I study in any school the same."

"For me, all I lack is a summer and major championship trophy."

"Then why don't you go to Capital No. 1 Middle School?"

Yi Cheng sniffed and pressed his fingers on the white ball to form an OK shape.

Swish-

The baseball flew out quickly.

Qing Yunhe first reacted, then leaned forward and quickly stroked the gloves to the lower left corner.

Bang!!

The speed change ball pulled a beautiful arc in the air, and hung directly on the lower left corner as soon as it passed through the home plate, flying into Qingyunhe's gloves in an extremely short time.

Yi Cheng's eyes slightly sternly, and then he laughed happily.

Passed, this catcher.

He can fully comply with the responsibilities of a catcher and exert 100% strength of Yicheng.

“Awesome.”

Yi Cheng gave him a thumbs up.
To be continued...