Go straight to the catcher's gloves.

Bang!

The baseball fell into the gloves.

The slaughter was calm and had no reaction at all.

"Bad ball!"

The referee announced.

Damn it!

Yi Cheng cursed in his heart, feeling very uncomfortable.

The more bad balls he has, the more he has to shoot today, the more physical energy he has to spend.

Look at the joking expressions on the face of the Kanfeng team's slap, Yi Cheng can probably guess the tactics of the Kanfeng team today-

Try not to swing the baton and choose the ball carefully.

It mainly consumes his physical strength.

hehe.

It's really a damn...

Yi Cheng raised his head and looked at the white sunlight in the sky.
Chapter completed!