Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Without any surprise, the third batter of Komatsukawa High School was also struck out mercilessly.

There was not a single bad ball, nine clean strikes, all 160 except for one 165, standard as a machine.

Standing in the center of the diamond, Hojo Kyosuke's pitching posture did not change from beginning to end, and even his expression was so calm. Except for occasionally smiling when looking at the stands, his black eyes were full of indifference.

His behavior brought the audience on the sidelines the ultimate viewing experience, no shouting, no ties, no friendship and blood, but there was no surprise, the batters of Komatsukawa were ruthlessly slaughtered by him like pigs with four legs tied.

When the offense and defense switched, the audience on the sidelines began to shout Hojo Kyosuke's name, and many people announced categorically that Sobu High School was the only team he supported today.

On the sidelines, the atmosphere in the rest area of ​​Komatsukawa High School was a bit dull. Most people lowered their heads and only observed others with their peripheral vision. No one was willing to speak first, even the coach Natsuhi Daiki, who was annoyed by Mihara Akira's laughter on the radio, did not speak.

Finally, Matsuo Keijin, who survived because his teammates failed to get on base, smiled and said:

"Why are you so depressed? It's my turn to play soon. Even if Hojo Kyosuke scored 160, what's the matter? How did he shut us out before? I will shut him out now. I don't believe he is really invincible in both offense and defense!"

He laughed and patted his teammates' shoulders hard. This laughter really eased the atmosphere.

The baseball team of Neon High School not only has friendship, passion and youth, but also suffocating relationships between seniors and juniors and cruel training. This is a youthful sport and a rigorous sport.

In a situation like the one just now, even if someone wanted to tell a joke to ease the atmosphere, they couldn't speak, because the head coach Miyoshi Shinto looked so painful, and whoever spoke would immediately become a punching bag. This is the wonderful team culture.

But if the person who spoke was the Ace of the club, Keijin Matsuo, it would be fine, because today's victory or defeat depends on him.

"Pa pa pa!"

Coach Natsuhi Daiki clapped his hands vigorously, signaling the players to gather together.

"Just now, except for the special 165, all of Hojo Kyosuke's balls were 160. And I've observed that his pitches are very monotonous, all of them are straight balls. The catcher didn't even change the position of his glove, let alone his feet..."

Speaking of this, he paused and looked at his own ace Matsuo Keijin with a sharp gaze. The latter really spoke with bright eyes:

"That is to say..."

"That's right! Knowing the speed and trajectory, is such a ball still worth fearing!?"

Xia Ri Da Shu said fiercely:

"Hojo Kyosuke may really be a genius among thousands, but now he is just a novice with only numbers but no skills! Calculate the time and put the bat on his track! Block him!!"

He raised his hand and slapped the ace pitcher's shoulder heavily:

"Can you do it, Matsuo! This is a chance! A chance to hit 160!"

"Yes! Coach, I can! I can definitely do it!"

Matsuo Keijin spoke with gritted teeth.

"Yoshi!"

The referee on the field gave a signal, and Natsuki Daiki surrounded his teammates in a circle.

"Do you see the reporters and scouts over there?"

The people in Komatsukawa all nodded. If there were no such people, they would not be so nervous. After all, it was just a practice match. If they were unhappy, they would just admit defeat.

"They are not here to see us, not to see you, not to see you, and not you! These reporters and scouts, including the audience in the stands, are all here for Hojo Kyosuke! What they want to see is how Hojo Kyosuke beats us!"

Natsuki Daiki raised his index finger and pointed at each teammate. An unspeakable sense of shame spread in the Komatsukawa baseball team. Matsuo, who had the most extreme personality, was so angry that his face turned red.

"But!"

The coach raised his voice:

"Even goblins can bite noble VIP players to death!

Matsuo! Will you die as a background board, or lie on the ground and bite off a piece of Hojo Kyosuke's flesh? Will you become famous or rot in the sewer? It's up to you!"

The others also roared with red faces, shouting Matsuo Keihito's name, and ran to the field aggressively.

Baseball is a sport where intelligence is very important. What kind of balls the opponent's batter is not good at dealing with, what kind of balls the opponent's pitcher likes to throw, which opponent's outfielder runs slowly... These can all become key information to win. Therefore, all the major baseball powerhouses have a bunch of scouts, in addition to discovering talented players, they are also for intelligence.

Although they are only college-level scouts, their sharp eyes are not inferior to those of professional baseball team scouts. And because they don't need to pay salaries to players, the salaries of college scouts may even be higher.

Juju Nekota tightly gripped the bat, and felt that the bat seemed to be particularly handy today. Even if he was fighting with the barbarians from the kendo club now, it didn't seem to be at all... Forget it, the baseball bat is sacred and can't be used for fighting. Besides, it might not even break Goro Hata's head.

His gloves were newly bought last week, high-end goods worth 12,000 yen, which he desperately begged his parents for. Of course, just begging is not enough. He also paid tribute to the legendary captain Tsuchiya Ryota, using the combination of dogeza, seppuku and jumping off the building, and promised his parents that if he couldn't get a good score with this pair of gloves, he would blah blah.

In the end, the Nekota couple agreed to their son's request. But it was not because they were afraid that their son would really jump off the building and commit seppuku, but because they heard that Hojo Kyosuke had joined the baseball club, and generously bought new gloves for their son on the grounds that "wearing tattered gloves would cause trouble for Hojo teacher."

I can only say that Mr. Hyodo missed a good opportunity. If he had known better, he might have sponsored the personal equipment of the members.

To win, you have to get on base no matter what!

Although he knows that he only needs to act as a guinea pig, Nekoda also has a dream!

He has to get on base even if it costs his life. He can't let Hojo-kun get only one point. That would be too unfair to his efforts! Hojo-kun deserves a full bases home run, but they don't have the strength to assist him. At least, I, the strongest among everyone, want to dedicate one point to my beloved Hojo-kun!

Nekoda Juju tightly gripped the bat. He used so much force that the bat and glove rubbed against each other and made a squeaking sound.

His body leaned as much as possible in the direction of the catcher within the rules to squeeze the opponent's field of vision.

Whenever he had a chance, he would run the bases. As long as the opponent was a little relaxed, he would throw away the bat and run! Anyway…

"It's not a pity for me to die"

"Come on, Nekoda! Hit the ball hard!"

The people on the sidelines of Sobu High School shouted loudly, and Nekoda didn't even turn his head, staring at Keihito Matsuo on the opposite side without blinking.

The information that Tetsuta Kisaki brought back was naturally not given to only Fujikawa Masao, and Nekoda Juju also remembered the information about Matsuo on the opposite side by heart.

Name: Keihito Matsuo. Sophomore, highest pitching speed 135, highest record, a complete shutout of Sobu High School, oh, that is, us, with a score of 14-0.

Generally speaking, this person is like a big devil to Sobu High School, but Nekoda is not afraid of it. Because that embarrassing record is not because Komatsukawa is too strong, but because Sobu High School is too weak. It's just 14-0, any other school can do it, and Shikamiya High School, who comes to their baseball field and training equipment like a yellow-haired guy all day, can even score hundreds of zero. In terms of the ability to lose, Nekoda believes that he and his teammates can tire the opponent to death!

In short, the opponent Matsuo is just a weakling who can only bully us a month ago!

Now, they have completely transformed, and they are no longer underestimated by Komatsukawa...

"Snap!"

The referee shouted: "Good ball!"

"Hey! Nekoda, wake up! Stop being in a daze!"

Tsuchiya Ryota on the sidelines shouted angrily.

Ahem...

Nekoda Juju adjusted his helmet awkwardly. Damn, who said that the opponent won't move in the memory settlement screen? Is it because he can't transform? Or does it have to be the ticker before death to stop the world? This is too unfair! Fujikawa was also in a daze for a while before!

Oh, Fujikawa's partner is Hojo-kun, so it's okay.

Thinking of Hojo Kyosuke standing on the sidelines, Nekoda quickly cleared his messy thoughts and held the bat tightly.

Although he was distracted before, he did see Matsuo Keijin's ball clearly, and also heard the whisper from the speed gun.

"Eh, only 130?"

The voice was full of disgust, and no one knew who shouted it. Maotian clearly saw that Matsuo's face on the opposite side became very ugly, which made him happy, because...

The impetuous young people cannot be stimulated, so in the next ball, Matsuo will definitely try his best to throw the ball in order to prove himself. And his confusing tactics in the previous ball will make him think that he is just a goose, so the next ball is... the same straight ball as Hojo-kun, with a speed of between 130 and 135, not as good as Hojo-kun!

Maotian's body is filled with infinite confidence. Although he still can't see Hojo-kun's ball clearly, he can hit the small little Matsukawa...

"Bang--!!"

Wow! Hit it!

Everyone at Sobu High School on the sidelines shouted in unison. Pitcher Keihito Matsuo's pupils dilated. All he could hear were his teammates shouting at them to move, but all he could see was the figure running madly.

Nekoda Juju ran away!

This guy didn't observe or judge the ball's landing point at all. He threw away the bat and ran away almost at the moment the bat hit the baseball.

Facts have proved that Nekoda's action was correct. The ball he hit passed through the middle of the second and third bases diagonally and quickly hit the ground, but the flight distance was very short. It was soon picked up by Komatsukawa's defensive players and thrown to the first base.

The coach's voice urging him to run faster came to my ears. What do you mean by running faster? Do you think you are watching TV in the izakaya? Be a good commentator! Tell me the movements of the other side!

Nekoda didn't have the time to look at the position of the baseball. He just rushed to the first base.

Closer! Closer!!

The white base was only less than three meters away from him, but! A white ball rushed towards the first baseman at a high speed. If the opponent caught the ball, he would be tagged out.

Nekoda Juju's heart was ruthless, and evil was born from his courage.

Just slide and knock the first baseman over! You can slide and prevent the opponent from catching the ball!

His mind thought so, and his body did so!

His body changed from 1 to 1 in an instant, and the huge energy brought by the sprint turned into the momentum of the slide in an instant.

Now I can even kill a tiger!

He even thought so proudly.

Not only the eel Ooka in Hojo Kyosuke's class, almost everyone in the Sobu High School baseball team was practicing sliding, because they knew that they probably had no chance of hitting a good ball like a home run, and everyone was thinking about getting on base! Stealing bases!

The first baseman of Komatsukawa was waiting for the flying baseball with a nervous face, but he caught a torpedo in the corner of his eye... Huh? Torpedo?

His sports literacy was not very strong, and he actually gave up staring at the ball in an instant and turned to look at the sliding Nekoda Juju.

Bastard! You play football!

Cursing in his heart, he subconsciously dodged.

Up and down, the baseball and Nekoda Juju passed through the first baseman.

"Safe!!"

The referee screamed.

Nekoda, who had kicked the bases away, stood up, took off his hat and patted the dirt, looking at his own rest area with a calm face.

"What a hearty attack."

He gave a thumbs up, and the next step is up to you, you must make my hits become your points! Dear Tickets!!

Hojo Kyosuke, who had already put on white gloves, dragged the baseball bat onto the field. Yes, he was the second batter, not the third or fourth batter. (End of this chapter)