Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Deafening cheers rose to the sky, and the spectators on the sidelines and the scouts surrounding the speed gun all opened their mouths and exclaimed in surprise.

"Wow!! This is my Hojo-kun's "Fire Ball". How about it? Are you scared? Are your legs shaking with fear?"

Mihara Akizo shouted loudly, and the very conspicuous band in the center of the stands finally began to play. The lead guitarist almost jumped up and plucked the first string. Her huge, overdeveloped breasts bounced lively, making people sigh at the good quality of the uniforms at Tsubaki Girls' High School!

On the field, the Sobu High School players who had been trying to control their emotions from the beginning no longer pretended. While sticking to their positions, they all raised their heads and screamed, making all kinds of strange noises. Led by Ryota Tsuchiya who was active in the outfield, they even started singing together.

"Practicing in the bullpen until sunset~ You wave your hands and say it's not enough~ The speed gun is screaming~ 165! 165! The "fire ball" piercing the sky! ! "

The singing was very loud. The Neon High School Baseball Team has always had the habit of singing the school song in Koshien. Before, in order to gain the support of the principal, Ryota Tsuchiya threatened him by saying, "If you don't agree, we will never sing the Sobu High School song when we make it to Koshien next time."

Now it seems that even if the principal agreed, this guy has no intention of singing the school song.

But think about it, judging from the current situation, whether or not the principal is there has no impact on whether or not they can enter Koshien. But it will be different if Hojo Kyosuke is there. Of course, the song should be about praising the invincible Ticket Master!

These guys were like reeds in the wind. They inhaled, pushed their hips forward, leaned their upper bodies back, held their heads high and roared loudly. If you didn't know, you would think they had already won the Koshien championship.

Someone on the sidelines laughed at them quietly, and then was punched hard in the face by someone wearing a Sobu High School uniform.

"You guys can't understand Minister Tsuchiya's feelings at all!"

The man yelled, and then he started to sing loudly:

"Ace's Hojo-kun~ His jersey is soaked with sweat~~ Striking out batters is like harvesting wheat~ The bases are piled up like small hills~~ The Koshien tickets are trembling in my gloves~ The whole world knows your legend~ Ahhhhhh!!"

With this guy taking the lead, the members of the Sobu High School baseball club who were hiding in the crowd stood up and began to lead the singing. They were all eliminated members who did not make the regular selection. Although they were eliminated, Tsuchiya Ryota did not let them go... ahem, it should be said that he did not let them idle... well, in short, he did not give up on squeezing out their surplus value and assigned them the task of creating an atmosphere among the audience.

“In short, no matter what, we must make Hojo-kun feel everyone’s cheers and make him addicted to the arena!

If you really can't cheer everyone up, you can just have a fight or pretend to be crazy!"

Minister, my Lord Tugu, according to your mission, we don't even need to pretend to be qualified psychopaths.

Despite all the complaints, no one backed down. Some people even took off their clothes, wrapped their upper bodies with white cloth and began to wear mourning clothes.

The reason is just as the person shouted before, these people simply cannot understand the feelings of Ryota Tsuchiya and all of them at this moment.

Although, although! Although it was just a strikeout of Komatsukawa, this was already the best result that Tsuchiya Ryota had ever seen!!!

Ryota Tsuchiya on the field relied on great willpower to not cry. He saw it, saw the ticket to Koshien standing on the pitcher's mound of Sobu High School. The light was so dazzling that it made his eyes sore.

Tears will affect your vision, and drastic fluctuations in emotions will affect your brain's judgment. Don't cry, but welcome victory with a smile!

The guys from Sobu High School were in a mess, and the people from other schools who came to watch the game also joined in the fun.

No one paid attention to the captain of the Komatsukawa baseball team, Shin Miyoshi, who seemed to have crashed, just as no one paid attention to the absolute protagonist Hojo Kyosuke.

At this moment, he hated his own keen hearing. The ugly singing of Ryota Tsuchiya and the others kept drilling into his ears, making him want to use an electric iron to immediately flatten the cerebral cortex responsible for aesthetic appreciation and shame, especially when the roar of the Tonkatsu Rice coach continued to be heard from the speakers.

You guys, what on earth are you going to turn this sacred game into! !

Hojo Kyosuke was heartbroken and decided to issue a ban after the competition to prohibit singing...

"The miracle of Hojo Kyousuke~~carrying the whole summer..."

A clear, melodious and passionate singing voice came from the speakers, instantly covering up the unpleasant voices of Ryota Tsuchiya and others.

Someone's thoughts suddenly changed 180 degrees. Well, a ban must be issued. No one other than Nitro Sauce is allowed to sing cheering songs in the future!

He squinted his eyes in enjoyment, listening to Glass singing in that beautiful voice full of clarity.

As expected, for people with nice voices, even scolding others is a pleasure, let alone singing praises?

Wait, how about making "Singing Hojo Kyousuke's Song every morning" a fixed program in Ruyi Ryo? Ask Yukino to come down and be the conductor. Her serious personality is most suitable for music, and she will definitely be able to arrange a chorus.

While thinking about this, he looked up and said loudly:

"Fujikawa, are you okay?"

Fujikawa Masao, who was grinning and rubbing his butt while singing, quickly adjusted his expression and responded loudly:

"It's alright! Everything is fine! Hojo-kun, you can fire as much as you want!"

Everyone was amazed at Hojo Kyosuke's high-speed pitch of 165 km/h, but no one noticed that the moment he received the ball, Fujikawa Masashi sat down on the ground.

What is the position of a catcher? Those who have never squatted on that little arrowhead cannot understand it.

Now the situation is much better. At the beginning, he would be so scared that he would close his eyes and avoid the ball when he saw Hojo-kun's ball flying towards him. It was then that he understood why the minister, that bastard, was willing to kneel down and ask him to change his job to catcher.

Later, in order to overcome his fear, Minister Tsuchiya, Nekoda and others all put on full protective gear and stood beside him, using their bodies to hold him in place, leaving him with no way to escape but to catch the ball. Of course, this was not something Fujikawa Masao wanted to do.

At that time, even if he successfully caught the ball from Hojo-kun, he would fall backwards, even if someone was supporting him from behind. The ball could easily reach a speed of 170 km/h, just like a sledgehammer, painful and heavy, and the speed directly turned into force, which was completely impossible to resist.

But now…

Now everyone in Sobu High School has completely transformed compared to a month ago. After all, no one is a genius. The level of technology and physical strength depends entirely on training.

Those baseball giants usually train for more than seven hours a day, and don't even have classes in the afternoon. On weekends, they train for twelve hours. How can ordinary baseball clubs in ordinary schools match such training intensity? It's absurd that they can still win when they are inferior in talent and effort! Not everyone is Hojo-kun! Moreover, it is said that even Hojo-kun trains very hard, and even trains when he goes out to play during the Golden Week.

Although Fujikawa Masao was still scared when he saw Hojo-kun throwing the ball, he would no longer close his eyes or dodge, but would stare at the fast-moving baseball. And now he would not fall on his buttocks when catching the ball. This was not his credit, but Hojo-kun took the initiative to seal a part of his strength and controlled it to only use 160% of his strength to throw the ball.

But even so, his entire palm was often blood red, probably because his capillaries were broken. Every day when he went home, he had to ask his sister to help him apply medicine to treat it. At first, his family thought he was bullied at school, and he explained with emotion. Then he was called a waste, saying that he got his hands like this just by catching a ball, and he was simply a spoiled young lady.

"Start digging with me tomorrow!"

That’s what his father said, and then he bought him a hoe and asked him to take it to school and dig the ground when he had nothing to do.

...Asshole

The ball is traveling at a speed of 160 to 170 per hour. If you were an old man, you would have fainted from fright.

And now, without looking at Fujikawa Masashi, he knew that his hands must have turned blood red again.

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth under the mask. Hojo-kun, is he also excited?

He guessed so because they had witnessed Hojo's terrifying and reliable control, which was like a machine. They knew that as long as Hojo wanted, he could even maintain a speed of 160 for every ball throughout the game.

As for why the number is 160? Of course it can't be the physical strength and physical limit of Hojo-kun, but the limit of Fujikawa Masashi.

Oh, God, I've only heard that Neon's method of relying on the individual performance of the pitcher to pitch the entire game will over-consume the players' potential, but I didn't know that even the catcher is a consumable...

Thinking of this, he looked up at the three good gentlemen beside him with some pity, and whispered to comfort him:

"Don't worry, Hojo-kun won't throw the ball so fast again."

Is this guy really scared? He didn't swing until the umpire called a strike.

Yeah, that’s right. Throughout the history of Koshien, who has ever had the good fortune to see a baseball hit at a speed of 165 miles per hour?

"ah?"

Miyoshi screamed as if he had just woken up from a dream, and then he saw Hojo Kyosuke in front of him already in a pitching posture. Before his brain could react, his body had subconsciously tensed up.

call--

As the bat was swung down, a belated "Snap!" was heard.

Fujikawa Masashi grinned and took the ball steadily into his hands.

"nice shot!"

The referee yelled:

“Two strikes!”

The man's face behind the mask was also red. Standing behind the catcher and watching Hojo Kyosuke's elegant pitching posture and heroic pitching, he felt like a blooming flower in spring, almost growing taller.

At the speed gun side, several scouts shouted loudly without anyone asking.

"One hundred and six! Still one hundred and six!"

What’s outrageous is that after hearing this number, some people actually shouted in disappointment: “Ah? What? It’s not going up any more?”

"Yeah, Hojo-kun looks like he has more than enough!"

"Your speed gun is broken!"

“…”

There are many such voices because Hojo Kyosuke's condition on the field is so stable.

One hundred and sixty was not a bit more, and his expression did not change at all. If someone measured the length of his stride every time he threw the ball, they would find that there was no change from the beginning to now.

The scouts and reporters ignored the doubts of others. They were more professional and knew what Hojo Kyosuke's stability represented.

And Miyoshi, who was standing next to the catcher with a baseball bat in his hand, eyeing his head, understood this even better.

It’s not that Hojo Kyosuke can’t throw the ball faster and harder, but that the catcher has reached his limit.

He could clearly see that the man named Fujikawa had a painful look on his face and his right hand was shaking constantly.

This made him have an absurd thought: Will Sobu High School change the catcher in future official games?

In fact, Miyoshi was right. When Sobu High School submitted the list of participants, there was a backup catcher. The importance of the catcher was reflected at this moment. During the fixed baseball club training time every day, Hojo Kyosuke did not practice tactics with other players, but used it all to let Fujikawa Masao get used to his ball. When a baseball with a speed of 170 hits you, your brain will instinctively send a message "your hand will be hurt, you need to dodge", and it is not easy to overcome this fear.

The Sobu High School players on the field did not sing this time, but their expressions became even more proud.

The baseball returned to Hojo Kyosuke's hands, he raised his legs and swung his arms...

“Bang!”

"nice shot!"

The referee yelled:

"Batter's out!!"

The fat middle-aged man made a move similar to Kamen Rider V3, which was probably designed by him.

Miyoshi looked at the white baseball in the catcher's hand, tightened his grip on the bat, and finally looked up at Hojo Kyosuke in front of him.

That person...

His eyes were still as calm as ever, without any joy of being eliminated, nor any excitement of hearing cheers... There was a look of indifference in his black eyes, like a bottomless sea.

"One hundred and sixty!"

The scouts on the sidelines shouted loudly.

Yes.

Sanhaoshen said in his heart:

One hundred and sixty! One hundred and sixty! One hundred and sixty! Not only did the speed of the ball not decrease, but even the path of the ball did not change at all. It was just like... a pitching machine in a batting cage.

Yes, like a machine, only knowing how to kill.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Miyoshi felt that in the eyes of Hojo Kyosuke, he was probably like a pig that had fallen into coma on the assembly line, just waiting to be sent to the knife edge by the conveyor belt and have its head chopped off with a click.

Why would that person appear in a crappy school like Sobu High School?

Why, not in our Komatsukawa? Why not in a prestigious school like Nichidaisan? What is the merit of Sobu High School?! (End of this chapter)