When Yan Fei left the stadium, all the spectators stood up from their seats.

The audience burst into warm applause.

They were applauding the pitcher's efforts and tenacity and his bravery just now.

This is a kind of identity.

"Feel sorry."

Yan Fei walked off the court and squeezed out a smile.

"I'm sorry, what are you saying."

Ran Bingqing looked at him with some reproach, with a look of care in his eyes.

"You kid is so crazy, how can you catch the ball with bare hands? The ball was so fast just now..."

You should know that the hand is the life of the pitcher, and it is not a joke to be hit by the speed ball.

"Teacher Ran..."

Yan Fei gritted his teeth, tears rolling in his eyes.

Ran Bingqing sighed, pulled Yan Fei into his arms, and gently stroked the back of his head with his right hand.

"Thank you."

Her voice was sobbing that she felt uncomfortable.

The teammates around him were also moved to see this scene.

Yi Cheng felt a little touched in his heart for the first time.

The high school era is the most beautiful and innocent era in a person’s life.

Look at the men and women under the peach blossom tree smiling so sweetly, and they treat each other as their entire world in their eyes. How could they think that they will go their separate ways after graduation?

The man is busy for work, life and money, and outside of work, he pursues a life of being addicted to alcohol and porn.

And the woman would not have thought that one day she would sit in someone else's BMW, guarding a slightly fat middle-aged man who forced himself to smile, and lived the road of going to and from school every day when she was in high school.

Look at the boys chasing and fighting in the aisle, and the girls who walk under the peach blossom tree with books and laughing.

How could I have thought that when I grew up, everyone would lose the intimacy that they are now and could they laugh and scold?

Most of them say a few polite words at class reunions. Those with children discuss their children's affairs, while those without children are happier than who earns more money.

but……

Who can explain true happiness clearly?

Perhaps, in their memories, it was the happiest moment in life when I accidentally fell on the icy thin ice surface at the school gate that day, and then watched the girl I like passing by and laughing.

if……

If you can go back to high school.

If there is a...

Here, everything is very pure.

We give, we sacrifice, and we are hurt for the competition.

In fact, Yan Fei probably didn't think much about it at the time, just hoped to defend it.

Do you say that playing baseball can achieve this goal?

A woman with fame, wealth, glory and wealth?

None of these exists.

When we come here, we sweat, even if we are injured, it is just because of two words -

like.

Yi Cheng suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Yan Fei’s love for baseball in his heart is so hot that it’s so hot.

...

"I'll take Yan Fei to see a doctor first, and I'll leave the next game to you."

Ran Bingqing threw down this sentence and took Yan Fei away.

Before leaving, she glanced around and appointed Yi Xingyu to be responsible for the substitution and tactical arrangements behind.

Ran Bingqing usually looks very fierce.

But in fact, I still cherish my students very much.

"Okay, since that's the case, we have to cheer for the rest of the game. We can't let Yan Fei lose the city he defended to the death!"

Yi Xingyu shouted.

"good!"

Everyone responded in unison.

...

In the first half of the seventh game, inspired by Yan Fei, the players of Mingfeng Middle School all seemed to be injected with chicken blood.

They hit several hits in succession, which once forced Li Zhenyuan, the pitcher of No. 1 Middle School, into trouble.

Mingfeng Middle School's line play exploded. Even though the defense of City No. 1 Middle School was very tenacious, they still scored 2 points from the top ten pitchers in the national competition.

The second half of the seventh game.

The score is 3:0

Mingfeng Middle School is leading.

On the pitcher mound, the audience saw a new face.

A young man with beautiful facial features and firm eyes.

Wearing a jersey with a white background and a red edge.

He raised his head in a daze, holding the baseball in his hands, as if listening to the sounds in the sky.

A young man with poetry written on his body.

Yi Cheng looked at the sky.

The dark clouds today are so beautiful.

The rain is so cool.

This is his first official game in his real life.

"Enough, stop pretending."

Catcher Yi Xingyu interrupted Yi Cheng's thoughts.

"Come on, play seriously."

Damn...

Yi Cheng was a little dissatisfied with him interrupting his thoughts.

What's wrong with pretending?

This is my first appearance, can't you let others prepare for it?

Maybe the expressions and actions just now will be used by the media as the cover of tomorrow?

Yi Cheng curled his lips, turned around, and looked at the hitter—

The current hitter is the fifth player in No. 1 Middle School, and his name is Xie Jian.

He is tall and has a very strong upper body, and looks like a powerful hitter.

The last round of attack from City No. 1 Middle School just ended, and Su Xiao probably had to have two to three innings before he could play after he left the court.

The strong sticks were basically blocked by Yan Fei, and the level of the hitters from this game to before the ninth game should be relatively weak.

Thinking of this, Yi Cheng felt a little relieved.

Yi Cheng smiled slightly.

He put his hands on his chest, then quickly pulled apart, and raised his left leg high.

Whoosh!

Yi Cheng left a handsome silhouette with a font shape in the sun.

The white ball flew out like lightning.

Bang!

The baseball drilled straight into the catcher's glove.

The beater did not respond.
To be continued...