Masami's father is actually a baseball supervisor, and he coaches the second team of the NPB League team Yokohama BayStars.

Arata really didn't know this news before. However, he was no stranger to Miyazawa Masami. After all, Masami has been so popular in the past six months.

Speaking of the Yokohama Bay Stars team, Arata is actually not very familiar with it. Being in Tokyo, what he pays most attention to on weekdays is naturally the news about the Yomiuri Giants and Yakult Swallows. And in the league, the record of the Yokohama Bay Stars

It cannot be compared with popular teams such as the Yomiuri Giants and Chunichi Dragons.

However, these things that he didn't pay much attention to on weekdays were inextricably linked to today's selection meeting. Invisibly, it also made Arata a little more confident in his victory in the selection.

When it was finally Arata's turn in the selection meeting, Arata quietly left his seat, and then slowly began to move his shoulders on the sidelines.

"How about it? Everyone only has one chance. As long as you can still throw the straight ball that day at Waseda, we will win this role directly. Come on!"

Mr. Takura seemed to be more nervous than Arata at this time. However, due to the conditions of the venue, it was impossible for them to actually throw a few balls to warm up. So Arata could only jog and slowly move his shoulders.

As a left-handed pitcher, Arata usually doesn't have the chance to pitch with all his strength, because if he does, most of the catchers won't be able to catch it. Therefore, in order to cooperate with everyone, starting from middle school, Arata gradually began to

He learned how to throw with his right hand. It can be said that Arata can now throw threatening balls with either left or right hand, but if he wants to throw the astonishing 153 kilometers fastball like that day, Arata must use his left hand.

"No. 793, Arata Furuta! Please come to the pitcher's mound!"

"Hi!"

Hearing his name mentioned on the radio, Arata quickly stopped, then said goodbye to Mr. Tanakura, and silently walked into the infield area of ​​the field stadium.

"Hello everyone, I am Arata Furuta, from Star Circle Office, I am 15 years old this year!"

When Arata walked to the outside and introduced himself to several judging teachers, Director Takizawa, who was sitting in the middle, saw him and immediately looked him up and down.

"Arata Furuta? Do you usually like playing football?"

"Hey, I often play with my friends when I'm in school! And I usually play the pitching position!"

"Pitcher? Do you seem quite confident? In that case, go and show off your talents as a pitcher! Today we have specially invited an authority in the field of baseball from Yokohama! I wish you good luck!"

"Hey!"

Arata agreed to Supervisor Takizawa, and then silently walked towards the pitcher's mound. After he stood on the pitcher's mound, the heavily armed catcher on the opposite side gently threw the ball to Arata.

"You can practice a few times first, but don't take too long, because there are many players waiting behind you!"

"Hi!"

After Arata caught the ball, he immediately tried the feel of the glove. Today he used the right-hand glove he brought. Because it was an old glove, it would be more comfortable to use. The baseball in his hand was

In middle school, I was very familiar with soft baseball.

Soft baseballs are made of foam rubber. Compared with hard baseballs, they are relatively safer. Even if they hit someone, there is no danger. So after Arata got a little more familiar with the feel, he

He made a ready gesture to the catcher in the distance.

"Okay, please start!"

"Hi!"

After Arata agreed, he first used the sole of his shoe to make a deep mark on the pitcher's mound out of habit. Then he chanted silently for a few times, then looked ahead and raised his left foot high.

"Whoa!"

There was only a sound of breaking through the air, and the softball in Arata's hand flew across a distance of eighteen meters like a meteor, and then hit the catcher's glove hard.

"Crack!"

With a loud noise, the catcher knelt down on one knee, but at this moment, the wild ball in his glove suddenly popped out. Seeing this, Miyazawa Eiji, who had been watching from the sidelines, immediately reprimanded:

"What's going on, Ushijima! There's such a low-level mistake!"

"I'm so sorry, supervisor! This ball... this ball?"

"What's wrong with this shot? It's a real good shot. Don't make excuses. Um... Akiyama, tell me the speed of the ball. What was it just now?"

"Supervisor...Supervisor! 151!"

"What?"

Supervisor Miyazawa was immediately startled when he heard the ball speed reported by his subordinates.

"Are you mistaken?"

"Report to supervision, it is indeed 151 kilometers, speed 151 kilometers per hour!"

"Um?"

After hearing the report from his subordinates, Miyazawa Eiji could no longer sit still. He stood up from the judge's seat, and then ran over to check the speed on the speed gun himself.

"Really 151?"

Perhaps seeing what seemed to be going on at his father's side, Miyazawa Masami, who had been resting in the players' tunnel before, also stood up. Then he ran to Miyazawa Eiji's side.

"What's wrong, Odou-san!"

"Ah, that kid just shot 151! I suspect the speed gun is broken!"

"151?"

Miyazawa Masami was shocked when he heard this result. As the daughter of a baseball supervisor, he naturally knew what this speed meant. A pitcher who can throw 150 is rare even among the Yokohama Baystars.

!

"Akiyama, go get another speed gun! That... Arata Furuta, right?"

"Hey!"

"Please vote again, this time please use your full strength!"

"I see!"

When Arata heard Miyazawa Eiji's words, he immediately returned to the pitcher's mound, and his move immediately attracted the attention of those in the stands.

"Ready!"

"ok!"

After receiving the ball from catcher Ushijima, Arata tried his hand again, and then he firmly stepped his right foot into the clay of the pitcher's mound.

"Whoa!"

There was another familiar sound of breaking through the air, and the catcher Ushijima saw the wild ball flying straight towards him.

"Crack!"

This time Ushijima caught the ball with all his strength, but Mr. Miyazawa on the side couldn't wait to ask Akiyama:

"How much is this ball?"

"153! He shot twice and hit 150!"

"What a monster!"

Mr. Miyazawa murmured in a low voice, and his eyes drifted towards his daughter out of habit.

"Ahem!"

Mr. Miyazawa coughed lightly, and then quietly glanced at his daughter Masami. Masami immediately stretched out five fingers with understanding. Miyazawa glared at first, and finally nodded helplessly.

nod.
Chapter completed!