Is this possible?

Pass through the rotating electric fan blades and hit a good ball belt on the back wall?

This incident has come out of everyone's imagination.

They looked at Yi Cheng at the same time, wanting to see what the proposer said.

Yi Cheng smiled lightly, picked up a baseball on the ground and held it in his hand.

Since it was proposed by himself, it would be too much if he couldn't even vote.

But Yi Cheng himself was not sure about the specificity.

In the eyes of everyone, Yi Cheng stood at the pitcher line 17 meters away from the electric fan.

"Yicheng, don't let us down. You must shoot in the good ball belt."

"If you kid turn on the electric fan, we'll get you shit when we come back."

Yi Cheng's mouth twitched twice, thinking to himself what kind of teammates are they all?

On the other hand, the members of the US delegation looked at Yi Cheng coldly with their arms held.

These high school students are still relatively simple, and think that Yi Cheng can propose this challenge method, which he should have tried.

"come on."

Aileyan said silently.

Yi Cheng glanced at the electric fan for a long time and his brows frowned slightly.

After the repeated bombings just now, the two blades of this electric fan have now been sunk to a certain extent. Although they can still rotate, they turn particularly irregularly.

To some extent, it increases the difficulty of pitching.

In Yi Cheng's eyes, the sunken blades act as two defensive positions, increasing the depth of the pitch, so it takes faster pitching to avoid hitting them.

This is no longer just a baseball sport, it also requires some mathematical calculations.

After Yi Cheng finished observing, he probably had some clue in his heart.

He hugged the ball firmly with both hands and then opened it soon.

Swish-

After a series of movements of flowing clouds and waters ended, a white light flew out of his hand.

The five fan blades rotated interlaced, like a large army guarding the city wall, guarding the camp ahead tightly.

From the front, the shape of the blades is almost impossible to see clearly, and only a closed circle can be seen.

However, no matter how powerful a general is, he will be at a loss.

The white ball shot in from the front, like a feather arrow suddenly stuck in the gap between the two fan blades.

The baseball whirls high, bringing out a whirlwind.

Between the light of the calcium carbide flame, it penetrated through the middle of the two fan blades and hit the wall behind the electric fan with a snap.

Pick.

A crisp sound rang out.

The white ball fell to the ground and rolled several laps before stopping.

The electric fan standing in front of the high wall is still rotating.

It seemed as if nothing happened just now.

There was a silence in the stadium.

No one spoke, to be precise, they weren't sure if what they just saw was true.

Yi Cheng's ball is too fast, like a cannonball.

And because no one can stand in the referee position, he basically didn't see clearly what happened to the ball just now.

"Has it succeeded?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know."

"Did anyone test it just now? How many balls are there?"

"Visitably test the appearance of 168. Please believe me as a human-type ball measuring machine."

"Mom, is 168 so strong?"

"At least this degree."

"This can be calculated from the rotation of the fan and the blade thickness."

...

When the teenagers in the United States saw this scene, they were also deeply shocked.

Everyone's mouths were wide open.

Two seconds later, under the leadership of the captain of the US team, everyone applauded Yi Cheng.

The Chinese team undoubtedly won the episode before the game.

No one can deny this.

The representatives of the United States were convinced.

After removing the electric fan, everyone saw a baseball mark on the wall clearly—

It just hits on the lower left corner of the rectangle box.

This further illustrates the exquisiteness of Yi Cheng's pitching just now.

Not only does it have absolute balls, but it also has perfect accuracy, otherwise it would be impossible to hit such a coincidental position.

The players on both sides applauded Yi Cheng even more enthusiastically.

"My mother is so numb."

All this happened to be taken on the stadium just now by a reporter named Ye Huaien who came to the stadium to set up the camera seat in advance.

Originally, he just thought that a group of young children were having fun with each other. It was not until the pitcher of the US delegation failed several times and then Yi Cheng succeeded that he was deeply shocked.

What's the new way to play this?

Is this sure that people can do it?

Oh my god...

Fortunately, he took pictures of these with a camera, otherwise he would have missed a very powerful scoop.

"It seems that there is a good show in this game."

As a baseball reporter, Ye Huai'en is very concerned about future players.

He collected a lot of information about the members of the American high school baseball team this time, and was quite worried.

Because many of the high school students in the United States have reached the level of the major leagues, such as Leicester, many professional teams in the major leagues are observing him and giving him an olive branch.

Based on reporter Ye's judgment, he would feel that the strength of the US team is stronger, and it is really difficult for the Chinese team to win this exchange.

After just taking a scene of the strange contest between the two sides, reporter Ye suddenly became full of confidence.

Before this, he had some attention to Yi Cheng, and Yi Cheng showed his strength in the Xia and the match.

But no one will judge too early that he can grow into such a powerful pitcher.

Reporter Ye smiled happily, "It seems that this exclusive will attract a lot of attention tomorrow."

It is really unheard of to use electric fans to compete for pitchers' strength. The key is that someone can actually do it. This news must be a heavyweight if it is spread.

Just like the football news that Ronaldo played football table tennis.

"Reporter Ye."

It was at this moment that a voice appeared behind him.

Ye Huai'en looked back and saw that it was the Chinese head coach Ren Xuan in this exchange match.

"Hello, coach."

Just now, Ren Xuan was busy holding a press conference outside, and Ye Huai'en's colleagues were interviewing in that venue, so he first set up a camera.

"Please don't report what you just filmed, okay? I'll spend money to buy your belt." Ren Xuan smiled and said straight to the point.

"Why?"

Ye Huai'en was slightly surprised.

It is logical that the content of the video just now can greatly encourage the ambition of the Chinese people and let the whole world see how excellent our pitchers are. It is a great thing, and their newspapers can still make profits, and there is no reason not to report them.

But he quickly figured out the key.

"It's just a game between children, there's no need to report it out. Who is stronger and who is weak is not determined by such a trick." Ren Xuan smiled, "Baseball is a sport of 9 people after all."

"Okay...I understand."

Ye Huai'en was also very open-minded. He picked up the camera, took off the belt from it, and put it into the coach's hand.

"I hope to see the excellent performance of the Chinese high school team in the game."
Chapter completed!