Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

"Eh? Kyosuke-kun is the second batter? That's great. I thought I had to wait a little longer before I could see him play!"

Nishimiya Glass's surprised voice came from the radio. This is the good thing about our own radio. There is no need to hide it at all.

Because the stadium is simple, the audience does not know how the batons of both sides are arranged. They only know it when the players go on the field.

"Hahahaha! I didn't expect it! There is actually a tactic of putting the ace in the second batter! This is the super genius idea of ​​the genius coach Mihara Akira!"

Mihara Akira laughed:

"Because our players are all rookies, if Hojo-sama is placed in the fourth batter, there is a high probability that he will not even have a chance to play like Komatsukawa before."

Hey, hey, how come you even shouted "sama". Also, is it really good to yell at your own players so loudly? I know that you, a fake, became a coach entirely by relying on the pork chop rice training method. Have you decided to stuff them to death with pork chop rice after the game?

The third mascot commentator complained loudly in his heart.

Glass next to him had no doubt about the phrase "Hojo-sama", and laughed and made fun of it.

"Besides, if Hojo-sama is placed in the third or fourth batter, the psychological pressure on the two people in front will be too great, which is too cruel to my players. Therefore, the second batter is the best choice, and the number of at-bats that can be taken after that is the most. Finally, just in case, I mean just in case! If Hojo-sama fails to hit a home run, he can also steal the base directly when he comes on the third batter."

Mihara Akira loudly preached his tactics:

"Hahaha, speaking of this, you haven't seen Hojo-sama's full-strength sprint yet, right? Haha, you will see it when we win."

"I say! Mihara, I have tolerated you for a long time. Since you are the coach, get out and give the command! You are a complete nuisance in the commentary booth!"

The mascot couldn't bear it anymore and yelled.

"What? You, an outsider, actually have the guts to teach me a lesson?"

Coach Mihara yelled angrily:

"I arranged a tactic that will definitely win before the game, so I deserve to sit in the best seat and watch the game while cheering for Lord Hojo!"

Listening to this guy's aggressive and confident look, the mascot felt a little guilty for a moment. Could it be...

"So, what tactics did Coach Mihara arrange? Can you tell us about it?"

Nishimiya Glass asked with a smile. She didn't know baseball or commentary, but she knew that this Tonkatsu Rice coach must be a similar fan to her.

What similar fan?

People who like Kyosuke~~

"Ha ha ha!"

When he said this, Mihara Akizo got excited. He crossed his arms and looked around with a domineering look. After seeing the curious eyes of the audience, he said with satisfaction:

"My tactic is to believe in Hojo-sama wholeheartedly!"

Glass clapped his hands and admired: "What an amazing tactic~"

"...Are you serious, you bastard!?"

The mascot of Sobu High School stood up and grabbed Mihara's collar and roared:

"You really didn't arrange any tactics? You will lose the game if you mess around like this!"

Mihara Akizo struggled with his hands and feet, shouting Shouting:

"Lose the game? Impossible! That's because you don't trust Hojo-sama enough!"

He grabbed the microphone and screamed:

"Do you think baseball is played with brains? No! It's played with passion and trust!!"

"..."

The radio kept broadcasting Mihara Akizo's outrageous remarks. This guy, except for the leather jacket on his body, didn't look like a coach at all. He was completely like those elementary school students who were excited after watching the game.

The audience on the sidelines listened with relish and laughed from time to time.

The pitcher of Komatsukawa on the field, Matsuo Keihito, had veins on his forehead.

How dare you look down on me like this! ?

(Mihara Akira: Don't get me wrong, I not only look down on you, I also look down on my teammates. I am just a lackey of Hojo-sama.)

He bent down to pick up the cloth bag of rosin powder on the ground and squeezed it hard. He was determined to use his best pitch to kill Hojo Kyosuke in the first pitch. How could he let that guy take all the limelight? ? And he still had time to laugh with his teammates? I will make you stop laughing later!

On the other side, Hojo Kyosuke walked slowly to the batter's box. When he checked the protective gear on his body, he looked at his teammate standing on first base.

"Good hit, Nekota!"

He also smiled and gave a thumbs up.

After hearing this, Nekota Juju over there jumped up like a monkey with joy.

What is it, a secret signal? Stealing a base? Bumping?

The catcher Komatsukawa, who was squatting under Hojo Kyosuke's crotch, was thinking frantically.

Forget it, I can't figure it out.

Shrugging his shoulders, he stretched his ungloved hand to his crotch and began to make hand seals frantically.

Actually, it wasn't that crazy, just a couple of hand seals. Apart from the crazy Sobu High School, who would have so much to say on the baseball field?

'Throw a bad ball first to test it out'

This is the message that Keihito received by Matsuo. He curled his lips. He was very dissatisfied with the fact that he had made up his mind to give his all to the first goal just now, but he nodded out of trust in the match.

The catcher retracted his fingers, and Matsuo also raised his head and looked at Hojo Kyosuke opposite him. He was about to say some trash in his heart, but he was stunned for a moment.

What kind of eyes are that?

Matsuo timidly avoided Hojo Kyosuke's eyes.

It seems like killing someone.

The blood was frozen, and the sound of the heartbeat was clear.

When he is so nervous, Matsuo will hear his heartbeat, and then he will accumulate strength like Jinglu, waiting for his own "time" to arrive, that is, choose a heartbeat he likes, and then throw it out. When the ball goes, he likes to see his opponent's surprise expression unexpectedly, which will make him feel good from his toes to the sky.

But today's heartbeat is a little different. The violently beating heart doesn't seem to pump blood everywhere. Now he just feels cold in his fingertips and wants to raise his legs but get no feedback.

I can't wait for the heartbeat I like.

He had an enlightenment in his heart.

If you want to ask why, because now he has a feeling in his heart, no matter which heartbeats the ball, the man on the opposite side will definitely swing the baton without hesitation and then hit a home run that made the whole audience cheer.

So terrible...

Hojo Kyosuke is the most handsome man Matsuo has ever seen. Especially when the other party was smiling and talking to his teammates, although he was cursing in his heart, to be honest, seeing that the first kick of the dish that picks his feet can actually get Hojo Kyosuke's thumbs up , he was envious.

Damn, even that level can be praised by a genius with a ball speed of 165. Wouldn’t such a genius as I deserve applause?

Hojo Kyosuke, who has a speed of 165 per hour, applauds me? Hey...ahem...

In short, the man who smiled and gave a thumbs up just now was just as handsome as the noisy coach said, as if he was glowing, making people unable to help but want to be his teammates.

but……

What happened to the man who wore a black helmet, restrained his smile, closed his mouth tightly, and looked cold like ice cubes?

He is still the same handsome. If you insist on saying anything, the cold face without a smile becomes even more handsome. It is a kind of handsomeness that even men will have longing for, a kind of handsomeness that cannot be described in simple words and full of shock. As for how to shock, simply put it simply, if Hojo Kyosuke looks at you, you will subconsciously want to raise your hand and touch your neck to confirm whether your head is still on your body.

There was no expression of gritting teeth or frowning, but there was a bone-broken chill coming from Kyosuke Hojo.

Matsuyoshi, whose hands and feet were cold, did not move for a long time. After the referee shouted, he picked up the rosin bag from the ground and squeezed it hard.

The audience on the sidelines also commented because of Matsuo's long-term stillness.

"What's going on? Why doesn't Komatsukawa pitch?"

"Baga, have you seen that man almost exhausted and paralyzed without pitching? If he pitched, he wouldn't die immediately?"

This person's words are not an exaggeration at all. It was only a few seconds before Hojo Kyosuke played, but Keihito, who was opposite him, seemed to have just run a few thousand meters, and he seemed to have just been fished out of the water.

"Hahaha, that guy must have been scared to his legs!"

Hatagoro laughed unrestrainedly:

"Brother in serious condition, his eyes are really trying to kill the other person. People who have not been trained will be scared to death!"

He felt the most about this. Although he didn't know what murderous aura was, if he could not swing the knife as soon as possible, the longer the time, the more he would be scared to the cold all over his body. Don't dare to do it.

"He is not weak yet because the distance has been extended. If the distance between the pitcher mound and the strike zone is shortened to the distance between the kendo, that guy must have fallen down."

Tamaki Aoyan said disdainfully that only those who have truly experienced it know that the feeling of oppression when facing Minister Hojo is completely the gap between the lowest and the top of the food chain, and there is no other option except waiting for death with peace of mind!

The people who were chopped in the Kendo Department expressed their thoughts every day, and these guys were all around the speed test guns to cheer for their elder brother as soon as possible.

These comments came into the ears of the scouts. Kenji, the scout of Yakka Swallows, came over and said with a smile:

"Every time Hojo Kwan adjusts his attack gloves, Komatsukawa's pitcher's fingers twitch, and his mind is completely defeated by Hojo Kwan."

Speaking of this, the horse farm couldn't help but sigh:

"What a terrifying momentum. It's obvious that the pitcher lost his fighting spirit without a single swing. He was like a monster."

The Hokkaido Ham Fighter's scout also came over. He knew the intimate relationship between the Sobu Takaya Kendo tribe and Hojo Kyosuke, so he could get close to it and smiled:

"Although Hojo-kun has not swung his baton yet, he is a swordsman genius who can defeat the eight-stage sword saint Ninety-Nine True Red, so he must be very strong on the strike end. And the deterrent power of the top hitter will trigger the pitcher's survival instinct - you see The sweat bead trajectory of Matsushita's back neck is a typical 'ice cone effect', and his brain is currently under the nerve load equivalent to being illuminated by 20 spotlights."

This made everyone in the Kendo Department smile. Although they were not happy to play Raoshizi's baseball, as long as you are Hojo Bud, everyone will be good friends.

At this time, the crisp and sweet sound of Nishimiya Glass came from the speaker:

"The so-called 'shot duel' is essentially the concreteness of information warfare - when the hitter can preview the changes in the ball path within 0.08 seconds, every cell of the pitcher is under the pressure of deciphering the code. And Kyosuke-kun is the kind that can be easily and accurately Those who interpret the opponent's eye movement, breathing length changes, and body muscle movements can even pre-read the pitcher for 1 second.

In other words, before the pitcher himself decided what to shoot, Kyosuke Jun already knew. This kind of pressure is enough to crush anyone with a strong will, he is the tsunami! ”

The girl's crisp voice was heard through the sound to everyone on the field, and Komatsukawa's coach furiously protested to the referee:

"Hey! This is an off-court interference player! So Wu Gao's guys are putting pressure on my players!"

The referee on the sideline shrugged helplessly, thinking that he was just describing the condition of your pitcher truthfully. I didn't urge you to pitch quickly. If there were timer lights, it would have flashed long ago!

"Um?"

Mihara Akizo in the commentary seat looked at the companion next to him in confusion.

If you ask who you are a fellow, you probably don’t know baseball, but you also like Keisuke Hojo.

"When did Miss Nishimiya get so professional?"

We agreed to be a brainless Hojo together, why did you become an expert at once?

Nijiang smiled and swayed his phone.

Of course, please contact the universal Xueji Encyclopedia~~

Nishimiya Glass on the commentary table explained diligently to the microphone, and below, there were some support teams composed of the Ruyi Lao people. Yukinoshita Yukino was surrounded in the middle, with thin cherry lips constantly opening and closing. Help these people around you who don’t understand baseball at all explain the situation on the field.

"…I even doubt that if Hojo runs later, Komatsugawa's people will have the courage to stand in front of him. The physique, strength and speed of this guy, no matter what kind of sports he is engaged in, is disastrous. To be honest, I really sympathize with him The opponent."

After saying that, Yukinoshita sighed softly.

Yinglili, whose eyes had turned into mosquito coils, woke up immediately when she heard the last sentence.

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey~~"

She laughed proudly with her teeth and claws:

"I know so much about this, I'll tell you..."

These guys immediately turned the building.

During the field, Keihito Matsuo barely recovered his physical control when he heard the coach shouting. (End of this chapter)