"Yes." Yi Cheng nodded, "In the northern Mongolian region, herders tied foals to small tree stumps since childhood, because when they were young, the horses were not very strong and could not break free at all, and they stopped struggling over time.

As a result, when they grow up to adulthood, they are strong and can break the wooden stakes at any time, they dare not break free.

Because in their minds, that piece of small wooden stake is a shadow that can never be escaped from.

It is impossible to be defeated."

Yi Cheng paused for a moment and sighed.

There was mercy in his eyes.

"So you understand?"

Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent.

They spent a year with Guo Beichuan and practiced football with him a lot.

They were beaten a lot, like little foals tied up, feeling that Guo Beichuan's ball would not be hit.

How could it be beaten? It was so fast, faster than the world record.

Over the years, they no longer dared to play Guo Beichuan's straight ball.

"That's why I said, only by fighting and defeating him can you overcome your inner fear." Yi Cheng concluded.

Playing straight balls is a great way to hit.

At least you have a 30% chance to bet on which way the opponent's ball will fly up, middle and down.

You can play it if you bet right.

Otherwise, how did the balls Guo Beichuan was beaten in the previous game?

Are those people really strong?

"Baseball, after all, is a psychological contest, a showdown between the hitter and the pitcher." Yi Cheng's eyes shone, and he repeated what Ran Bingqing taught him, "Whoever retreats will lose."
Chapter completed!