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4.
At the end of the 4th inning, as the little pitcher climbed onto the mound with his glove covering his mouth, someone from the first base stand said.
“That devilish bastard.”
A very ironic expression to come out of the mouth of a Devils fan wearing a Devils uniform.
However, none of the Devils fans were able to rebut or tackle the expression.
Everyone who looked at Lee Jin-yong looked like that.
I saw the devil!
Jinyong Lee’s pitching was just that.
‘Gong, it’s really dirty.’
Choi Jeong-hoon, who came out as the lead hitter at the end of the 4th inning, and Choi Jeong-hoon, who came out as the first batter of the Devils, had already faced Jin-yong Lee once, as well as seeing the ball that Jin-yong Lee threw against eight other batters except himself, but he still hit Jin-yong Lee’s ball. I was not confident enough.
‘Analyzing as much as possible…’
It wasn’t because the Devils weren’t prepared enough.
The Devils Power Analysis Team conducted a more thorough analysis of Lee Jin-yong than any other club.
because it’s a rival.
Even if you lose to 8 out of 10 clubs in the professional baseball league, if you can win against the Angels, you will be satisfied with the rivalry.
Analysis of such a rival team’s new ace pitcher was of course the top priority, and the Devils power analysis team analyzed Jinyong Lee’s pitching using all sorts of methods.
Each and every ball thrown by Jinyong Lee was literally dissected.
‘I prepared as much as possible…’
Also, it wasn’t that Choi Jung-hoon was lacking in ability.
As a left-handed hitter, he batted 30-3 pennies this season, recording 7 home runs and 10 stolen bases, proving that the No. 1 hitter was not lacking.
No, the fact that he was the number one hitter in the first team of the Devils, which has a thicker fielding base than any other team, was proof that he was a hitter above the league average.
Therefore, Choi Jeong-hoon could guarantee only this one thing.
If you can predict just what kind of ball Jin-yong Lee throws, you can hit home runs as well as hits against him.
And that was the starting point of the problem.
‘I do not know.’
It is impossible to predict what Jinyong Lee will throw.
‘I don’t even know how you’re trying to catch me.’
Choi Jung-hoon could not guess whether Lee Jin-yong, who came up at the end of the 4th inning, would strike out, lead him with a ground ball, aim for a bat, or play a relentless outside game with a walk in mind.
That was the reason Jinyong Lee was such a devil.
A demon among demons that doesn’t even tell you how to catch the other!
To give Lee Jin-yong two strikes is like giving a soul to the devil.
“strike!”
“cheek!”
“Swing Strike!”
And the price required for Choi Jeong-hoon’s soul to be mortgaged was 3 balls.
A four-seam fastball that accurately hits the low course outside the strike zone.
A high fastball thrown to shake the batter’s strike zone.
And a little lower than that, a rising fastball into the strike zone, but less sinking than the previous ball!
And it was the ball that stopped Choi Jeong-hoon’s last breath.
‘Damn it, Splitter!’
Splitter!
Whoo!
In front of the ball that magically disappeared from the home plate, Choi Jeong-hoon’s bat had no choice but to cut through the air.
‘ah.’
Choi Jeong-hoon, who once again dedicated the out count to Lee Jin-yong, acknowledged the fact and immediately prepared his mind.
“Swing strike, ooh ooh!”
Prepare your mind not to be shaken by the damn sound that will strike you after the referee’s strikeout call.
downpour!
Then, the sound hit Choi Jeong-hoon.
That was it.
‘yes?’
Only the sound of torrential rain from the Angels fans shook Choi Jeong-hoon’s body, but Lee Jin-yong’s voice was not heard.
At that fact, Choi Jeong-hoon looked at Lee Jin-yong on the mound.
Lee Jin-yong was looking at Choi Jeong-hoon without saying a word.
‘ah.’
With one corner of his mouth raised as if caught on a fishing line.
At that moment, Choi Jeong-hoon realized.
“Are you that fucking bastard?”
Jinyong Lee, the fact that he was a more dog-like demon cub than he thought.
5.
[You have earned 155 points.]
At the end of the 4th inning, Jinyong Lee didn’t make a sound when he struck out his last strikeout against the Devils’ 3rd hitter.
He was only looking at the batter.
With only one corner of the mouth raised.
The batter, who was struck out by Jin-yong Lee, looked at him with eyes that seemed to kill him.
To the bloody eyes, Lee Jin-yong still did not answer.
Instead, he responded with gestures.
Frustrated, he shook his head.
It was a gesture that clearly knew its intentions to the extent that there was no need to give an interpretation.
“Oh, you fucking bastard!”
Therefore, the batters of the Devils who saw Lee Jin-yong finally exploded.
– Wow!
And Kim Jin-ho admired it.
– Jinyong-ah, I’m really going to send you to the major leagues somehow!
At Jin-ho Kim’s words that came out with that admiration, Jin-yong Lee asked while covering his mouth with a glove.
“What kind of bullshit is that all of a sudden?”
– I’ll take you to the majors just to see how the major league hitters will react to your provocations!
Jinho Kim, he ordered from Jinyong Lee.
Have an argument with the Devils.
Make them fight by arguing, thereby compelling them to do a chicken race.
Instead of one person getting tired and going down the mound with their own feet, I want to create an atmosphere in which they fight so fiercely that they go out of the arena in blood and are dragged out of the arena.
However, Kim Jin-ho was well aware that it was not as easy as he thought.
– Your provocation skills are really the best. I don’t think there’s anyone with the same provocation ability as you, except for the sound of mosquitoes you hear while you’re about to fall asleep.
In the first place, one of the things that pro players needed to survive as a pro was to control themselves.
Relax, calmly, coolly.
In order to keep their composure without falling for the provocations of their opponents by using such words countless times, the players undergo countless training and practice, and sometimes even get help from a psychiatrist.
– I bet Jinyong, if you go to the major leagues, boxing fans and martial arts fans around the world will watch your matches. Maybe every inning the mound turns into a ring? hey! Seeing Jinyong getting punched and ripped out of his corn can be a success!
However, Jin-yong Lee broke the composure of such professional players just by twitching the corners of his eyes and lips.
– Even thinking about it again, I am truly amazed. How are you going to figure out how to wrap the jaws out of there!
silence.
It was a successful provocation.
– Maybe the Devils kids right now will miss you shouting out loud.
Therefore, the current status of the Devils was exactly what Jinho Kim said.
“Oh, I’m mad!”
Devils dugout.
“saw? Shaking your head on that bastard mound?”
“Damn, the day will come when angels will treat you like this.”
“Oh, I really want to kick that bastard off the mound. Ah, I want to defeat Pata!”
Now the place was filled with anger towards Lee Jin-yong.
I had no choice but to do so.
“I’d rather be fucking boo hoo hoo shit.”
Jinyong Lee, every time he caught an out, it was a cheer and a roar at the same time.
I won!
roar in that sense.
It was the roar of a wild beast when it hunted it.
Because of that, I felt bad for the victim, but on the other hand, I was able to fully understand it.
Because that roar also meant that Jinyong Lee recognized the other as his enemy.
In other words, the fact that Jinyong Lee didn’t even roar meant that he didn’t even recognize the Devils as enemies.
Just like a tiger grabs a rabbit and does not roar.
‘driving me crazy. Now I can’t even tell you to come and rain.’
‘Rather, I can’t keep my mouth shut.’
Even with Lee Jin-yong’s behavior itself, there was no way for the batters of the Devils to do anything about it.
I’d rather not know when it’s time to shout a heavy rain. If you protest the pitcher who doesn’t say anything on the mound and just wiggles the corners of his mouth, that protest won’t work.
It’s just a situation where the inside is rotten and rubbed.
‘How can there be no way.’
‘The best thing here is to score, but it’s not going to happen.’
In addition, the coaching staff of the Devils had nothing to do in this situation.
There is only one thing the Devils can do at this moment.
“Butler, please.”
“OK.”
The ace had nothing to do with dealing with an ace.
6.
“Howoo!”
5 seconds.
The cheers of the relentless timbre that erupted on the mound spread across the ground.
At that fact, everyone looked at the mound with blank eyes.
‘what?’
‘Did Butler say it’s downpour?’
I looked at Butler, a pitcher who was 2 meters tall on the mound, the ace of the Devils and one of the pitchers representing Korean professional baseball.
Butler came down the mound proudly with his chest open in the sight of the crowd.
“Wow!”
At that moment, thunderous shouts began to flow from the stands on the 1st base side, the Devils’ stands.
“Yeah, this is it!”
“Damn, are you the only ones? We are also in heavy rain!”
“Whoah, whoa!”
Butler, the torrential downpour he delivered broke through what was holding the Devils fans and players in the chest.
On the other hand, the Angels fans and players just looked at this scene with a blank expression, as if their car had been stolen.
“ah.”
The people who came to their senses immediately turned their heads.
Now, I looked at the pitcher who would rise to the mound at the end of the 5th inning, and the pitcher who had lost his roar.
With a little fear mixed with curiosity about what kind of expression he would make after his symbol was taken away.
so they could see
– Jinyong-ah, you took the fight very well. So what are you going to do?
“call.”
Damn, a pitcher going up to the mound with a grin and a glove and hat.
7.
5 words.
Jinyong Lee’s pitching on the mound was the same as always.
Two strikes, after pushing the batter to the brink, they pushed him to the brink in a way that was tailored to each individual.
[You have earned 153 points.]
[You have earned 143 points.]
[You have earned 129 points.]
Considering what Jinyong Lee has shown so far, it was nothing special.
However, Jinyong Lee did not cheer for the result.
Whoa, I didn’t get those two letters out of my mouth.
Instead, whenever I caught an out, I turned around without saying a word and just stared at the electronic board for a while.
“Lee Jinyong, why isn’t that bastard doing the heavy rain?”
“It’s not like I’m suddenly naive.”
“Oh, hey hey hey!”
Angels fans felt frustrated by that fact.
Even though his cousin bought land, his stomach hurts, because he couldn’t like the way he did nothing when his enemies took away what he thought belonged to him.
Of course, the Devils fans didn’t feel good either.
“Damn, I’d rather hear the torrential rain. You bastard Lee Ho-woo are treating us completely like shit, don’t you?”
“There will come a day when you will be treated like this by the Angels. It is a humiliation, a humiliation!”
Because there was no way he could not have known that Jinyong Lee’s silence was not to be polite, but to belittle the Devils.
Such a scene was the same in episode 6.
Butler, who was on the mound in the beginning of the 6th inning, shouted every time he caught an out again this time.
“Howoo!”
At first, it was taken out to respond to Lee Jin-yong’s provocation with a provocation, but now the Butler, who seems to have really tasted the taste, is starting to add an uppercut ceremony.
As if the cheers were originally his own.
On the other hand, Jinyong Lee was the opposite.
“Hmm.”
Jinyong Lee’s pitching on the mound at the end of the 6th still ate the souls of the Devils hitters like a devil, but Jinyong Lee did not roar.
I just checked the billboard every time I faced a hitter and when I went up and down the mound.
– Jinyong Lee What is he looking at?
It’s like looking at a watch.
b watch?
It seems like there is a drama I want to see.
b Does that make sense?
b. he’s a dude
“Why do you keep checking the billboard?”
“Let’s not worry about it. If you give meaning to Jinyong Lee’s every action, his head will explode.”
The fact that the spectators watching the game, as well as reporters, officials, Devils squad, coaches, and viewers were skeptical.
However, the Angels players harbored a sense of crisis rather than doubts about Jinyong Lee’s actions.
‘Now the 7th.’
Because the Angels players, especially the batters, had problems to deal with with Lee Jin-yong.
‘I have to score.’
To score before the 7th inning.
And now the 7th has come.
‘Somehow!’
The time had come when it was necessary to score points for the victory of the team, for the pride and pride of the players, and even for a salary increase.
Naturally, Butler’s provocation was meaningless to such Angels hitters.
I didn’t even have time to worry about it.
The Angels hitters who focused only on scoring somehow managed to keep their composure.
And that equanimity made it possible.
“Don’t you think your arms are a little higher when throwing a butler fastball?”
“right? Can you see it?”
“Didn’t Mattang go away while shouting torrential rain?”
“Certainly not as usual.”
Butler, who pitched differently than usual, revealed his weaknesses without realizing it.
With that, the 7th inning began.
The Angels’ batting order starts with number 3.
When is the best time for an accident to happen?
Then the accident happened.
End