Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

The contract is three years and ends when you graduate from high school. You are not required to play with the team or even train with them...

Isn't this equivalent to paying a protection fee so that Hojo Kyosuke will not join his own team or any other team?

Isn't this a bit too harsh? Is it because the shadow left by missing out on Shohei Otani is too deep?

A smile appeared on Hojo Kyosuke's face, but just as he was about to speak, Tetsuta Kisaki beside him spoke first:

"Thank you, Manager Xiaoxi, for your appreciation of us, but this is such an important matter..."

At this point, he made a hesitant and embarrassed expression.

Konishi Hiroshi, the manager of the Tokyo Yakult Swallows, smiled bitterly, sat down slowly, leaned against the back of the black leather chair, shook his head and said:

The Ham Fighters, who had been trembling in the shadow of the Yomiuri Giants and fleeing to Hokkaido, won the bet and nominated Shohei Otani as the first choice, and the two sides created a beautiful marriage.

Talent shows are like this, the champion can become a fruit, and the last place can become a dark horse. In a sense, it is gambling. It just so happens that the Japanese like gambling the most, horse racing, bicycle racing, boat racing... In the end, they bet on the fate of the country and became the big son of America.

The name Shohei Otani has now become a bitter pill that the general managers of 30 teams chew over and over again in countless late nights. He is like a jadeite stone that has been cut open and the inside is visible. The teams once glimpsed a breathtaking green, but let that green color continue to sleep in the rough rock layer. At this moment, Hojo Kyosuke is a mutton-fat jade disk that has faded even the most stubborn silicate inclusions, and the trajectory of the moonlight flowing inside the chalcedony is clearly discernible.

Even the most cautious analysts could not warn the boss of the risk, because the ball speed of 180 was enough to crush all risks! Moreover, Hojo Kyosuke was so stable. The training video and the practice match just now confirmed that Hojo Kyosuke was like a precision instrument produced in Germany, elegant, stable, cold and ruthless in killing.

Even people who know nothing about baseball would be intoxicated by his pitching that is as sharp as a scalpel, not to mention that he has such a face.

Anyone with eyes can tell that he is a unique treasure in the world. There is no risk involved. All one needs to do is bid, bid!

Although they were competing against each other, both Saito Jun and Konishi Hiroshi knew that no matter what the reason, they were lucky to be able to watch this practice game today, which gave them the opportunity to recruit Hojo Kyosuke before all other Neon teams.

No… not all of Japan, but the whole world! Even before the practice match was over, as soon as Hojo Kyosuke threw the ball at a speed of 170, the phones of all the sports people present were ringing off the hook.

The miracle created by Hojo Kyosuke was spread by reporters at the scene, and finally those relevant people who saw the news immediately called them, wanting to verify like crazy whether such a miracle really happened!

Take Saito Jun for example. He had already removed the SIM card from his mobile phone and was connecting to the school's wireless network to communicate with the Hokkaido headquarters. Otherwise, the continuous calls would have caused his phone to crash.

He never thought that there would be a day when he would refuse a call from the American League coach. What a strange world...

He looked at the handsome boy in front of him and knew that all the miracles were caused by him.

The boss was on the plane, but it didn’t matter, he had been authorized before, and the big boss only told him one sentence:

"Whatever the other team offers, we will match it"

Unlimited fire!!

Therefore, the moment he saw Hojo Kyousuke's expression change, he immediately shouted loudly:

"Me too! Hojo-kun, you can enjoy your youth at school to your heart's content. All expenses will be paid by us, the Hokkaido Ham Fighters!!"

Ah~~ How embarrassing~

Hojo Kyosuke smiled brightly, as if he had the money to buy a hot spring resort?

How about you support me in making a baseball comic? You know, I am not alone, I have a big family. I am an artist, a voice actor, a writer...

“Hahahaha~~”

Someone laughed twice, stood up and said enthusiastically:

"I'm hungry. I think everyone should be hungry too. Let's go. I'll treat you. Let's eat first!"

When in doubt, eat first!

The leaders of the two teams looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

It's over. Hojo Kyosuke is going to attract more people to bid.

Everyone walked outside together, chatting happily.

Don't worry about meals. Principal Koneko waved his hand and said that the school would pay for it. He also asked Xisaki to call the people from the kendo club as well. You're all good people, so eat more!

On the other side, Hojo Kyosuke was playing adults' dirty games in the conference room.

Onizuka Eikichi sat in the stands guarding his instrument, waiting for a long time but Ryota Tsuchiya didn't take over, and he was so bored. Fortunately, he had hundreds of friends and passers-by chatting on his phone, so he chatted and looked around for beautiful women.

"Ah, this is what high school is all about. Why didn't the Buddhist temple in East City be demolished earlier? If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have wasted three years of my wonderful life!"

Looking at the groups of girls beside the sports field, Guizuka felt filled with bitterness.

There are quite a lot of female fans among Hojo Kyosuke's fans, so there are also more female audiences watching the game.

Onizuka was not afraid that his girlfriend was in the live broadcast room. He stretched his neck and held up his mobile phone to help his good brothers find beautiful girls. Those who graduated from Dongcheng and those who are still studying in Dongcheng kept posting comments and cursing, condemning the school's inhumane system for depriving them of their love and making them lose their beloved Hojo-kun.

Suddenly, Eikichi Onizuka's eyes focused and he found a figure that was somewhat strange yet somewhat familiar.

"Hey, Ryuji..."

He reached out and slapped his good brother on the head, and received a punch in the face in return.

"what?"

Danma Ryuji put down the telescope reluctantly. There were so many beauties here. He is worthy of being a fan of the eldest brother. Besides handsome guys like me, there are beauties. The quality is so high!

"That person, why do I feel a little familiar?"

Onitsuka raised his hand and pointed forward. He saw a man in sportswear and a hat covering his head, holding a mobile phone and tapping it frantically in the third row on the right side of the stand. Looking from the side, one could only see a pair of thick black-framed glasses and his face could not be seen at all.

Danma Ryuji slapped his friend on the head again, and this time the slap was quite hard, causing Onizuka to stagger.

"Asshole, do you have X-ray vision? How could this look familiar to you?"

Onizuka Eikichi said angrily: "Intuition, intuition! You idiot! This is called the intuition of a beast, don't you understand?"

Danjian saw the old man's face on the subway and said speechlessly: "You idiot, you didn't get even 10% of the multiple-choice questions correct on the test. Choosing all one option is better than you. Intuition? Do you have it?"

As soon as these words came out, comments started scrolling wildly on Onitsuka's phone, and his good brothers all laughed at him with great joy.

This immediately made him angry and he started to curse at hundreds or thousands of people through the phone, and finally he said with a red face:

"I told you it was the beast's intuition. Have you ever seen a beast do a test? They are such a bunch of brainless idiots!"

“…”

There was a brief silence in the barrage, followed by a unanimous response of “Reasonable!” “Reasonable!” “Discharged!” “Discharged!”

Danma Ryuji was also confused by what was said. He opened his mouth to refute but couldn't say a word.

"Anyway, we can just go over and take a look and find out. He's wearing a hat in such hot weather and is sneaking around. It's obvious he's not a good person."

Onitsuka yelled and stood up, and Danma helplessly followed behind him and shouted:

"Hey, Yingji, turn off the live broadcast first."

“Ohhh!”

Onitsuka fumbled with it for a long time but couldn't turn it off, so he finally just turned it off.

If they really are enemies, they will definitely do something. They are professionals in doing bad things, so how could they possibly do a live broadcast?

"Hello~"

With a loud shout, Aki Tomoya, who was excitedly sharing the battle of the century he had just seen on the forum, was so scared that he jumped up.

As soon as he raised his head, a ferocious face appeared over his glasses.

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"Have we met before?"

Onizuka Eikichi looked at his friend suspiciously, and Danma now felt that he looked familiar.

But before the two idiots whose brains were only slightly larger than a can could remember, the four-eyed frog in sportswear in front of them had already jumped up and ran towards the stairs of the stands.

But is it possible for him to escape from the beast-like Eikichi Onizuka with his otaku body?

His mind was still twisted into a ball trying to squeeze out some moisture, and his face was still full of a conflicted expression, but Onizuka Eikichi's hand had already reached out and grabbed Aki Tomoya's hat, pulling the latter backwards.

“Ha~”

Guizuka clapped his hands happily and said happily:

"Don't think about it now. Big brother said that if I want to run away when I see justice, it must be a bad guy!"

Danma Ryuji nodded in agreement and took a step forward to put his arm around Four-eyed Frog's shoulders.

Then they both said in unison:

"Beat him first, and then ask all the questions while you're at it!"

Before Aki Tomoya could even say a word, he was carried down the stands by two people and walked all the way to the deserted area behind the stands.

Then there were the sounds of fists hitting faces, with occasional screams, but they were quickly suppressed. Or there were groans, "Stop hitting me! Ask me what you want to ask!" "I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!"

But the embarrassing thing is that although they wanted to use violence to force a confession, Eikichi Onizuka and Ryuji Danma really didn't know what they wanted to know.

Is it possible that he would ask "Who are you?" while beating me? "Tell me! Do I know you?" "We have met before!"

Even though they are nonsensical, they still think that this is too outrageous. So they might as well just beat him up. At worst, they can sincerely apologize and say that they beat the wrong person. I believe that facing honest and kind people like them, the little four-eyed boy will definitely understand.

Poor Tomoya Aki, his rib injuries haven’t healed yet, and the only part of his body that’s still relatively intact is his face, which has several more scars.

Below the stands, Eriri, who had been swinging the bat for a long time but failed to hit the baseball, and Kasumigaoka Utaha, who had thrown the ball countless times but failed to get it to the pitcher's mound, returned to the rest area below the stands. Others who were having a great time, such as Yamauchi Sakura, Miyamizu Mitsuha, and Hyodo Michiru, also sat down to rest with laughter.

Yingliang took out drinks from the thermos box filled with ice and handed them to everyone else one by one.

Even Yukino was so tired that her hair was soaked with sweat. Although her slender figure didn't have as bad athletic talent as Eriri, she didn't like sports either. Appreciating paintings, poems and articles was her hobby.

But as for baseball, she was happy to experience it in order to get closer to Hojo-kun and to understand what kind of miracles Hojo-kun created on the field.

"Michiru, you're amazing. Not only guitar, but you're also good at baseball!"

Eriri praised loudly, saying that it was supposed to be a duel between her and Kasumigaoka, but the stupid woman couldn't throw the ball to her, so it was always Hyodo Michi who pitched the ball to her. This simple move instantly made this easy-to-foolery guy full of favorability.

"Hahaha~ I'm good at any kind of sports, but not at anything that requires brainpower. Eriri, you're really good. You can draw such a cool picture! I can't control my hand at all as soon as I hold the pen."

Michiru Hyodo also smiled brightly.

Eriri felt very satisfied after hearing this, and thought to herself that not every woman with big breasts is as evil as Kasumigaoka Utaha. Nitsu-chan and Michiru are all good people!

As everyone was talking and laughing, a faint scream reached their ears.

"Huh? Why do I seem to hear someone screaming?"

Miyamizu Mitsuha asked in confusion.

"illusion!"

Yamauchi Sakura took a sip of the cold barley tea and spoke casually with a smile.

Mitsuha glanced over suspiciously with her eyes slanted. She was very sure that she had not heard it wrong, and she was also very sure that Sakura must have heard it as well. Otherwise, with this guy's personality, he would definitely concentrate and listen immediately.

"Oh oh! I heard it too, it was so miserable!"

Eriri said in surprise.

The others also concentrated their attention and indeed heard intermittent screams, which then became clearer and clearer.

"Ask me! I'll tell you whatever it is!"

"Stop hitting me! I was wrong, wuwuwuwu..."

"I want to go home..."

The girls looked at each other, and Nishimiya Glass hesitated and said:

"Let's go find another place to rest. It's almost time for dinner, so let's go find Kyousuke-kun?"

Although Nitro-chan is very kind, she knows that in this area, the most vicious people should be the subordinates of her own Kyousuke-kun, so if she heard screams, it must be Kyousuke-kun's subordinates doing good things~~ (End of this chapter)