The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 674 I Said It Was A Bad Ball

In the cheers of the audience, Zhou Yang, He Luo and his teammates came to the corresponding positions on the court.

Because it was for the fans to swing the bat, He Luo stood in the position of the pitcher, and the rest of the players were scattered around in a defensive formation.

Everyone laughed and didn't take it seriously.

Everyone knows that this is to play with the fans, it is impossible to play for real.

But when they saw the coach's gesture with He Luo, they were all stunned.

What the coach meant was to let He Luo give his fullest effort to strike out the fans.

Damn, these fans are terrible.

Everyone sighed.

Because there will be official matches afterwards, according to reason, He Luo throws various difficult balls, which will increase the physical burden.

But since the coach is arranged like this, there must be a reason.

He Luo bent down to observe, quickly made a concealed gesture, and the catcher nodded slightly to indicate to know.

This is the normal communication of the defender.

Zhou Yang stood in the left hitting area with his feet spread out, his upper body leaning forward slightly, and he assumed a not-standard shot preparation posture.

"Ms. Zhou doesn't seem to know how to play baseball," Chen Yueqi mumbled in the stands.

Meng Yao smiled and said, "Your teacher Zhou has more abilities, please watch it quietly!"

"But... He Luo shoots with both hands."

Two-handed shooting, that is, both hands can throw.

As we all know, pitchers are generally strong on one side and weaker on the other.

Therefore, pitchers are divided into left and right shots according to the strength of their arms.

The vast majority of pitchers are right-handers, and a few are left-handers.

For batters, there are also left and right hits.

Generally speaking, it is "playing from the left, restraining the right shot."

However, if a pitcher can throw a high-quality ball with both left and right hands, it is equivalent to ignoring the difference between left and right, and the lethality becomes extremely powerful.

After all, the batsman also has a dominant hand.

"Zhou Yang... has been great, don't worry!" Meng Yao whispered.

In fact, he is not optimistic about Zhou Yang's batting. Baseball is a professional sport after all.

But Zhou Yang has been creating miracles, maybe...this time it can also?

He Luo glanced at Zhou Yang, the opponent was hitting left.

Oh well!

Then I will cast left and see what you play.

He Luo swapped his feet and changed his pitching glove to his right hand.

"Wow!" The audience in the stands was excited.

"Left shot! He Luo is about to make a big move!"

"Haha, He Luo's left shot is invincible in the world!"

"I'll go, how fast this ball is..."

"Appreciate, appreciate!"

The spectators in the stands looked at the stadium with expectant eyes.

He Luo smiled faintly and asked loudly, "Are you ready?"

Zhou Yang raised the bat and nodded.

"Then I'll start!" He Luo raised his leg, closed his arm, holding the baseball with three fingers.

"Ha!" With a violent shout, He Luo suddenly swiped his left hand outward.

The white ball flew out suddenly.

Go straight to Zhou Yang.

There was a voice of applause in the audience.

"It's a spiral ball..." an audience shouted.

After the ball flew a few meters, it suddenly sank to the lower right, drawing a strange arc.

The audience knew that Zhou Yang couldn't hit the ball anyway.

The left hand is He Luo's strength, coupled with this sinking curve ball change, let alone Zhou Yang, even if a major league hitter stands here, he may not be able to receive it.

But in Zhou Yang's eyes, don't move the ball too slowly.

Its trajectory is clear.

In just a few minutes and a few seconds, Zhou Yang judged that this was a bad ball.

Therefore, he did not swing.

The ball is received by the receiver.

"Good shot!" the referee raised his hand and shouted.

"Oh!" the audience cheered.

A beautiful number-160 appeared on the speed monitor on the sidelines.

This means that with the ball just now, He Luo's ball speed reached one hundred and sixty kilometers.

You know, the world's top pitching speed is about 170 kilometers.

He Luo is He Luo.

In the VIP box, Zheng Haipeng smiled brightly and said, "Mr. Guo, Mr. Gu, sorry, He Luo is really amazing."

Guo Tianhua said calmly: "Keep watching!"

Zheng Haipeng smiled and continued to pay attention, his complexion changed slightly.

On the screen, Zhou Yang put down his bat and said something to the referee.

Thousands of people in the audience were also confused.

"What are you talking about? Is it possible that he thinks it is a bad ball?" a woman sitting in the seat behind Meng Yao complained, "He Luo serves the ball, even if he can meet it, he is still discussing it?"

Soon, the latest news came from the front.

Zhou Yang really discussed the quality of the ball with the referee.

Zhou Yang insisted that He Luo's ball was a bad one and the referee is asked to replay the video.

When the news reached the stands, everyone shook their heads.

"What does this buddy do? So hypocritical?"

"A lot of understanding, it's hard for people to play a few games with professional players. It's understandable to stick to it. After all, it's a lifetime memory."

"It's really hard!"

This is true in the stands, and so in the court.

After the players knew Zhou Yang's request, they all sneered.

"A fan, really hit the bar."

"Brother He's ball, we often can't catch it. Isn't it right that he can't catch it?"

He Luo and several other players walked directly to Zhou Yang's side.

"Don't waste time." He Luo looked at Zhou Yang and said, "I am going to strike you out today. You have offended people."

"So confident?" Zhou Yang smiled.

"To deal with you, I only need a three-point effort." He Luo said.

"Referee... let's watch the video. Anyway, there is a big screen for everyone to comment!" Zhou Yang insisted, "Dignified professional players, don't you dare not even face this situation, right?"

After that, Zhou Yang smiled at He Luo, as if I looked down on you.

"Look!" He Luo was angry and took the host's microphone directly and announced the news of the video to the audience.

The audience booed Zhou Yang.

Meng Yao, Chen Yueqi and others were a little upset, and their perception of He Luo was even worse.

"This He Luo... is really narrow-minded." Yuan Lanqing said.

"I'm really blind, I would worship him before!" Chen Yueqi said with her mouth narrowed.

Meng Yao patted her on the shoulder and said: "Don't be angry, see how your teacher handles it, Zhou Yang is not annoying."

Amidst boos from the audience, the big screen began to show pitching videos.

The perspective of the playback system is facing He Luo.

In the slow shot, He Luo's movements are still very handsome.

The ball is shot.

You have to move forward frame by frame until it suddenly sinks.

"Oh!"

The audience in the stands exclaimed.

Then there was a whisper.

"It looks like a bad ball."

"It's a bad ball... after it sinks, it's below the knee."

"Speaking of a good ball, it should be a misjudgment."

A thin layer of sweat appeared on He Luo's forehead.

The ball clearly exceeds the edge of the strike zone.

After watching the video, the referee turned his head to the host's microphone and said loudly: "This is a bad ball. It was a misjudgment just now."

"Pitcher, a bad ball." The referee said.

The stands exploded.

"I'll go, the batsman's eyes are okay!"

"That kind of ball speed is too accurate!"

"He didn't move at all."

"Strong!"

For a while, everyone looked at Zhou Yang with admiration.

With the changing speed of one hundred and sixty kilometers per hour, Zhou Yang, who was only an enthusiastic fan, was able to judge the quality of the ball. This vision was very strong.

"Don't be proud!" He Luo said coldly to Zhou Yang, "I just missed, you don't want to receive the next ball."

Zhou Yang smiled: "With me, you will all miss it."

He leaned his head to the microphone and said word by word: "The next ball, I will home run!"