Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

"Are you okay??"

Komatsukawa's second baseman did not rush to pass the baseball back to his ace, but looked at the man in front of him with concern. His expression was a little scared, because Fujikawa Masashi looked really scary now.

The nose bleeds continuously, but the bright red blood is absorbed by the black mud and turns into blood mud as soon as it flows to the face. The whole face is dirty with the black and red mud, and the expression is hideous because of the pain in the mouth. The whole person looks crazy and painful, just like a murderer who is bitten off a bird by the victim while he is committing a crime.

"Ah? Me?"

Fujikawa Masashi was grimacing in pain and was stunned. As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt his front teeth, canine teeth and entire gums aching terribly. This made his expression even more hideous, and scared the second baseman on the opposing team so much that he subconsciously took a step back.

But then he smiled grimly, raised his foot and stomped hard on the base, and said proudly:

“I’m fine now!!”

Besides feeling like his teeth were about to fall out, he was running too fast. If he hadn't bitten the base with his teeth to stop himself, he would have gone too far. It would have been bad if the referee had ruled that he was off base, so with scoring on his mind, he subconsciously opened his mouth and bit the base.

"But, classmate, your face is covered in blood..."

The second baseman Komatsukawa said fearfully.

At this time, the referee on the sidelines called a timeout and rushed into the field to ask Fujikawa Masashi.

"It's okay, it's okay. This little injury is nothing!"

Fujikawa waved his hands and raised his arm to wipe the blood off his face, which made his face even more covered with blood.

This minor injury was nothing. Maotian had a concussion during training last week, but he still scored just now. The only thing that annoyed him was why the nosebleed kept coming. It was really annoying.

"...Hurry up and go down and take care of it. I remember that you guys from Sobu High School brought a team doctor with you."

The referee advised, and then his expression suddenly became extremely horrified and he shouted loudly:

"Classmate, what are you doing!?"

"Um?"

Fujikawa, who was holding his fist in front of his eyes, stopped and turned around and said with a puzzled look:

"I want to punch him in the nose again. The constant bleeding from his nose is really annoying. I have to teach him a lesson."

"Bakayaro! Don't say such horrible things with such a confused look on your face!"

Komatsukawa's second baseman stepped back repeatedly, shouting with horror on his face.

Even a few referees were frightened and took a step back.

What's wrong with these students at Sobu High School? Hojo-san is like a monster because of his physical strength and talent, but these members...

If your body isn't abnormal, then you should try to make your mind abnormal, right?

"Anyway, go down and take care of it quickly. Let the doctor assess whether you can continue the game. If not, replace you quickly."

The referee waved his hand and was about to walk towards the Sobu High School rest area to communicate with the coach. What's wrong with the coach of Sobu High School? Why doesn't he come over when the players are in such a state?

The referee was wondering when he heard a loud shout from the speakers:

"Well done, Fujikawa! You didn't bring shame to Lord Hojo! Eat more barbecue at the celebration party to replenish the blood you lost!"

Oh, yes, the coach of Sobu High School is serving as the commentator.

The referee nodded in understanding.

No way! Since you can see that the member has lost so much blood, shouldn't you show some concern? What's with that mouth full of barbecue! ?

Fujikawa Masao jumped up and excitedly waved his arms towards the stands, loudly responding to his coach, saying that he would try his best to eat meat later! At the same time, two tubes of nosebleed sprayed in the air.

"We are all adults now, so learn how to create an atmosphere. Didn't you see that the spectators and everyone in Komatsukawa are looking forward to Hojo-sama's performance?"

Everyone in Komatsukawa: "..."

Who said that? I didn't!

The referee looked at his sleeves stained with blood with a frown on his face. He wanted to shake them off but couldn't. This bastard had such strong hands, why didn't he hold the base with his hands but bite it with his teeth?

"Besides, we don't have any team doctors. We are not such fragile creatures!"

Fujikawa said dissatisfiedly that according to the people in the kendo club, the reason why the beloved Hojo-sama was so strong was because he insisted on exercising every day, and getting injured was also a kind of exercise, and he even took the initiative to get injured to exercise his body.

For example, digestion ability. Expired food? Eat! Poisonous plants? Eat! Can’t eat anymore? Eat!

In short, if you want to get a body as strong as Hojo-sama, you have to go through a lot of training.

Since it was said by the idiot Hatagoro, everyone was skeptical. The idiot was not a liar, but his brain was not very good. But later they asked the beloved Hojo Lord for confirmation and got a positive answer.

"That's true, but that's for me. If it's you, you'll probably die before you finish training your body, so you better take good care of your body."

That's what Lord Hojo said.

What a good person he is, strong, generous, kind... all the good virtues in the world can be found in him.

Everyone accepted Mr. Ticket Master's concern honestly and carried out the instructions faithfully.

If Hojo-kun eats food that is one year out of date, we will eat food that is one month out of date! If Hojo-kun fights with dozens of people in the kendo club, we will find one person to fight with! If Hojo-kun has a heart attack, we will catch a cold! If Hojo-kun looks for a hundred girlfriends, we will find one...

Take Fujikawa Masao for example. At first, every time he received a pitch from Hojo-kun, his palm would go numb for several minutes before it could regain feeling. Later, he would constantly hit his palm with a mallet every day, even during class. Now, his palm has been honed to be able to catch the ball very well, and the calluses have well protected the blood vessels underneath, so it will never go numb again.

Therefore, we don't need doctors at all. If we go to see a doctor every time we get hurt or sick, wouldn't that mean we are giving the doctor a chance to hone our skills? How could anyone do such a stupid thing? Doctors also accumulate their skills by treating patients over and over again, right? This shows that there is nothing wrong with this logic.

What kind of mental illness is the most terrifying? Answer: The one that is logically self-consistent.

The crazy Fujikawa kept urging the referee: "It would be a waste of time to go find a doctor now, let's start the game quickly!"

The referee asked in confusion, "No doctor? Then who is that person in a white coat over in your dugout?"

"White coat?"

Fujikawa was stunned and turned his head away.

"Oh, you mean Mr. Hiratsuka. Although she wears a white coat, she is only good at beating people and not good at healing."

"What!? Not a doctor?"

Everyone in Komatsukawa exclaimed in surprise. They thought the driver was the team doctor of Sobu High School.

Sure enough, everyone in Sobu High School is not normal. If you are not a doctor, why are you wandering around in a white coat all day? Is this Chuunibyou?

The referee complained in his heart.

In the end, it was Hojo Kyosuke who spoke on the sidelines, and Fujikawa Masashi ran to the sidelines to deal with the situation.

"Are you okay Fujikawa?"

Tsuchiya Ryota said with concern.

Fujikawa, whose nosebleed had stopped, felt his teeth with his tongue and said hesitantly:

"My front teeth seem to be falling out."

“Too weak!”

Maotian Juju shouted:

"Fujikawa, your teeth are too weak! You need to do more training on your teeth from now on. It's best to carry a piece of iron with you so you can bite hard when you have nothing to do!"

The other players echoed: "Yes, yes, next time you catch the ball, if your hands don't catch it, you can bite it with your teeth!"

“You can also bite the bat!”

"It seems like using your tongue to signal is a good idea!"

"Hmm? Nishijima, are you a genius!?"

“…”

Hojo Kyosuke sat speechless and choked up, waving his hand to urge Fujikawa to return to the arena quickly, while he looked towards the audience.

After interacting with these stupid lunatics, you must look at some cute girls to purify your soul, otherwise you will become a mental patient.

The most mentally ill leader thought so.

After wiping his face clean, Fujikawa returned to the ring with a mouth guard for boxing matches in his mouth. This was given to him by his teacher Hiratsuka. At that time, the referee next to him said like a fool, "You still say you are not a doctor!"

Little did I know that a serious doctor would come up with such a thing. To be honest, Mr. Hiratsuka would only use his fists to help everyone fight off the diseases in their bodies. Braces are used for situations like this.

He bit his teeth hard, and frankly, he had already picked up a stone from the side and put it in his mouth, intending to start training his teeth immediately so that he would not lose his grip on the base the next time he stole a base, but he was stopped by the beloved Hojo-sama, who said there was no rush. Although he was reluctant to spend the training time, Hojo-sama's words were absolute.

After stepping onto the second base, Tengchuan started moving towards third base without hesitation.

Keijin Matsuo, who was standing on the pitcher's mound, felt a pain in his head after seeing this. Is this bastard addicted to stealing bases? Can't he just hit a single and advance?

Sobu High School's good luck did not continue. After the first inning, Fujikawa, who stole bases, and the fourth batter were double-played, and the first inning officially ended.

In the top of the second inning, Kyosuke Hojo stood on the pitcher's mound again.

This time his opponent is finally Keijin Matsuo, the strongest player of Komatsukawa.

The audience on the sidelines became excited the moment Hojo Kyosuke stepped onto the pitcher's mound, and Michiru Hyodo in the stands performed a gorgeous guitar solo.

Just like that indifferent expression, Hojo Kyosuke kicked the ball without any hesitation and raised his left leg...

"call out--!!"

"Bang!"

The baseball hit straight into Fujikawa Masao's glove, but Matsuo, who was standing nearby, did not react at all, as if he had completely given up resisting.

The referee yelled, "Good shot!"

The scouts holding speed guns on the sidelines all had expressions of superiority on their faces.

The Ham Fighter's scout looked at the tall boy on the field with fiery eyes, and his tone was full of desire: "One hundred and sixty, still one hundred and sixty, just as stable as a machine."

If their team could get Hojo Kyosuke, they would definitely dominate the league this year, and Shohei Otani would become history.

"Are Hojo-kun's arms made of steel? Even if he only uses a speed of 150, the people of Komatsukawa won't be able to handle it."

The scout of the Yakult Swallows team nearby was filled with heartache and concern, as if Hojo Kyosuke had become their player. He seemed eager to stop the game from going on, after all, a team like Komatsukawa was not worth Hojo's energy to deal with.

"Don't worry, what do you think the limit is for someone who can hit 160 points with every shot? Hojo-kun will definitely have plenty of room for improvement!"

"Yeah, I wonder if the 165 just now is Hojo-kun's limit. I really want to see him throw the ball with all his strength!"

At this point, everyone turned to look at the reporter from Nikkan Sports, Iku Imai.

"Hey, Imai, why can't you tell me now? You should know more inside information, right? What is Hojo-kun's maximum pitch speed?"

Imai Yu pursed his lips and said nothing. How could he possibly tell others such exclusive information? Moreover, he only knew that when he saw Hojo Kyosuke throw the ball at 170 that day, the ease he showed was exactly the same as when he threw the ball at 160!

Shimada Shun, a reporter from "Supernic", muttered, "Tsk, bastard, wait for me when we drink later!"

Although they are all reporters from different newspapers and magazines, it is still very common for them to have private dinners to exchange information. After all, some information that is not very important to other companies may be able to be taken back as a credit.

Hojo Kyosuke's machine-like stable performance caused the audience to exclaim in amazement. It was so clean and neat. He killed the enemy with just a flick of the sword. Combined with his cold and handsome face, the whole person was full of awe-inspiring beauty.

On the field, Matsuo naturally heard what the scouts said.

Is it still 160? Does that mean the next ball will be the same?

He pondered this in his mind and exerted a little force on the bat.

For batters, it is not necessary to see the baseball clearly before swinging. In the Koshien stadium, even the weakest pitcher's pitch speed is above 135. How can you catch the baseball with your eyes before swinging? Swinging is predictable, and for someone like Hojo Kyosuke, every ball is a straight hit, and the ball speed trajectory is completely unchanged. For experienced batters, the memory in their bodies can completely help them swing.

Now that you know the speed and landing point of the ball, is it difficult to hit it?

Next pitch, swing!

Matsuo Keijin gritted his teeth.

On the opposite side, Hojo Kyosuke noticed the changes in Matsuo's expression and arm muscles. After a little thought, he felt happy and looked at his catcher with a warm smile.

Wash the motor! Oops!

Fujikawa Masashi's heart sank, knowing that his beloved Lord Hojo was going to release further power in his next shot.

He exerted force on his lower limbs, and the muscles in his thighs bulged out his shorts, trying hard to increase his body's grip on the ground.

The next second, Hojo Kyosuke raised his left leg...

Pitch!

"call out!"

Exactly the same pose!

Matsuo was delighted and swung the bat without thinking.

He didn't feel any real sensation from the bat, but instead he staggered because he swung too hard in the air.

"Bang!!"

The white baseball hit the glove hard. Although Fujikawa Masashi was well prepared, he still stepped back a few times, luckily he did not fall to the ground.

"nice shot!!"

The referee shouted loudly.

Even more excited than him was the person next to the speed gun.

"One hundred and seven! One hundred and seven!!!"

The Ham Fighter scout yelled with his face flushed, his voice short and shrill, and he sounded as if he was about to suffocate.

The others were not much better than him. They all stared at the speed gun with excitement on their faces.

“One hundred and seventy…!!”

"What's the world record? What's the highest ball speed in the world... no, in history!?"

"Specialty" reporter Shimada Shun asked loudly while taking out his cell phone to search. (End of this chapter)