Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

The hosts on TV were startled and had exaggerated expressions, and several mouths in the small windows were opening and closing in exclamation, praising Hojo Kyosuke's unimaginable performance.

Ying Lili was happy and admired him a little bit, but she didn't show it. She just raised the corners of her mouth slightly to show her big white teeth. Her smile was very reserved, nine points reserved, eight points ladylike, seven points indifferent, six points elegant and refined, five points nonchalant, four points lovely, three points fairy-like, and two points extremely smart...

One more point at the end hahahahahahahaha——!!

The princess's triumphant laughter resounded throughout the Ruyi Lodge, and even Momotaro started to roar in encouragement. Kasumigaoka Utaha almost thought she had bought another husky.

The night was still long, and Hojo Kyousuke was pressed on the sofa and forced to accept the execution. Eriri even ordered her art club minions to help her record all the news programs about Hojo Kyousuke today, and watch them one by one later.

Oh my god…

My princess, please be a little more reserved.

On TV, Mi-chan, whose legs were almost longer than those of Hojo Kyousuke, yelled at the others angrily:

"Hey, you guys, I know that Hojo-sensei is a little more handsome than me, but that's not the point! Look at that speed gun carefully! It went up to 160 in just the first ball, that's the point!!"

Actress Takashima Rin immediately retorted, "How can baseball be more important than handsome guys! And weren't all the achievements made by Hojo-sensei? I don't see anything wrong with him!?"

This statement could not be refuted, especially after Hanahanataro saw his gaming friend Miss Himeno Sekai express her agreement in the same group, he immediately copied it.

The TV continued to play the recording of Hojo Kyosuke's game, but it very faithfully cut out the parts of all the other players and only played the footage of Hojo Kyosuke pitching, or it could be said that the person recording the video didn't record any other players at all.

"Oooooohhh!! A monster has appeared!! One hundred and seventy!? Is the speed gun broken!?"

In baseball, a ball that is too sweet means that the position of the ball in the strike zone is too favorable for the batter, making it easy for the batter to get a hit or even a long hit.

The video of the practice match was paused and the screen switched back to the studio.

Mi Jiang, who was as big as a potato, took the microphone and looked at the guest in the baseball uniform, and said with a smile:

"I believe everyone has already noticed this gentleman. I should have introduced him to everyone at the beginning, but I deliberately delayed it because I wanted to whet your appetite. Now I can introduce him now."

"Ding ding ding ding!! Let me introduce to you all, coach Masato Okamoto. He has led his team to win the league championship three times. His number 4 is one of the permanent vacancies of the Yakult Swallows. In 1995, he entered the Baseball Museum's Hall of Fame (Neon Baseball Hall of Fame). In 2001, he served as the head coach of the Neon baseball team..."

Mi Jiang's basic skills are quite solid, and he recited a long list of titles.

Some viewers who were familiar with baseball immediately realized the truth and recognized the man who was invincible on the baseball field when he was young, worked hard as a coach after retiring, and dedicated his whole life to baseball.

"Hello everyone, I'm Masato Okamoto."

Okamoto Masato also stood up, took off his baseball cap and bowed deeply across the table. He was an older man with a face full of wrinkles. He was as serious and meticulous as a stone. Just sitting there so calmly, people could hear him roaring at the players on the court.

Mi-chan asked, "Well, Coach Okamoto, what do you think of Mr. Hojo's performance in the video just now? Also, when facing a pitch like that, can you calculate the time in advance and swing the bat like the pitcher on the other side?"

At the same time, a video made of a 3D man appeared on the TV screen. Based on Hojo Kyosuke's 170-speed pitch, combined with the distance from the pitcher's mound to home plate, the muscle reaction speed of excellent players and other data, the ball was hit out easily, and then the voice-over sounded:

"Da Ga! Can it really be so smooth? Let's hear what the legendary baseball player and national coach Mr. Okamoto has to say!?"

In Ruyi Lodge, Ying Lili curled her lips in disdain: "Hmph! Idiot, how can you hit it when you can't even see it clearly? What are you dreaming about!"

Okamoto Masato crossed his arms, looked at the camera with deep and resolute eyes, and looked quite reliable. Then he spoke in a deep voice:

“Can’t rate it!”

"ah?"

The guests looked over in surprise.

Okamoto Masato's expression remained unchanged, but his tone became more serious:

"No one can comment on a ball that is 170 kilometers per hour, because it is a miracle that has never happened in the world! My best score in my career is only 149. To be honest, I still find it incredible since I saw the news this afternoon. It is incredible that a freshman in high school can throw a ball that fast!"

Mi-chan next to him jumped up and said, "But Coach Okamoto, you don't look surprised at all!"

Okamoto: "Oh, that's because I've been professionally trained. Emotional changes will reveal our tactics."

"Siguoyi!!"

The guests exclaimed, and then Masato Okamoto continued:

"As for timing your swing in advance, it sounds very feasible, but outsiders who have never played baseball simply cannot imagine what it feels like to face a ball traveling at 170 kilometers per hour.

As long as the ball speed exceeds 150, a slight change in force will double the batter's anticipatory pressure, making it impossible for him to calculate the time and swing the bat in advance, even with the strongest instincts!

And one hundred and seventy? I'm sorry, but I don't think anyone in the Neon Baseball League can do that right now. It's impossible to hit a hit, let alone miss. "

After a pause, Masato Okamoto looked at the camera with a stern face and spoke again:

"Not only in Japan, but in America and even in the whole world, no one can hit the ball thrown by Mr. Hojo at a speed of 170 kilometers per hour!"

“Eh hey hey hey??”

Mi-chan exclaimed:

"But there have been players with a batting speed close to 170 before, right? They're not invincible, are they? When I watched the American baseball games, the hitters were all super strong!"

Nemoto Masao turned his head and glanced at the guest hosts next to him. He clearly had no expression on his face, but people could still feel his contempt and speechlessness.

The TV screen also magnified his expression in close-up, added some special effects, and then labeled it with two big words: "Idiot!"

Then he said in a deep and serious voice:

"The so-called 'pitcher-batsman duel' is essentially the embodiment of information warfare - when the batter can predict the change of the ball path within 0.08 seconds, every cell of the pitcher is under the pressure of deciphering the code. The code is the experience accumulated from long-term games. The top players may be able to swing the bat based on the instinct accumulated from long-term games, but this instinct developed from experience is useless to Mr. Hojo."

He signaled to the host to play the previous video. The technical team put together three different pitching speeds of Hojo Kyosuke: 170, 160, and 165. Then he pressed the play button. There were three videos of Hojo Kyosuke raising his legs, swinging his arms, and pitching. Then three different numbers were placed below.

At the same time, Okamoto Masato's voice sounded inexplicably shocking voice:

"When Hojo-sensei played, everyone at the scene, including scouts, reporters, spectators and opponents, had a feeling - the man standing on the pitcher's mound was like a ruthless killing machine, stable, precise and efficient, ruthlessly killing one opponent after another like crushing an ant.

But after I slowed down the video thirty times and studied it, and magnified all the details a hundred times, I discovered…”

At this point, Okamoto's voice already contained a hint of fear, and the three Hojo Kyosukes standing side by side on the TV screen began to overlap in the middle and finally merged into one.

"It appeared! It's a fusion!"

Hanahana Taro exclaimed.

Then Hojo Kyosuke, who was in a three-in-one position, started pitching, and three almost overlapping sounds were heard.

The guests in the small window looked confused, while Takashima Rin looked fascinated.

"Um... I'm sorry, I don't understand..."

Zhengnan raised his hand and asked the boss to explain.

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Okamoto Masato, who was originally hired to do this, gave the order without hesitation: "Slow down the video ten times!"

Then the video started playing again, and the body lines of the three Hojo Kyosukes were marked with lines of different colors, so everyone could see clearly...

"Did you notice that? Whether it was 160, 165, or 170, Hojo-sensei's movements didn't change at all!!"

Okamoto Masato's shocked voice rang out:

"Fingers, shoulders, eyes, even the angle of the hair! None of them have changed in the slightest!! Not to mention the height of the thighs. Our team's scout, Mr. Baba, ran up to the pitcher's mound as soon as Mr. Hojo finished pitching. There was only one footprint! Mr. Hojo stepped on the same spot every time he pitched, without a single mistake!!"

The other male guests opened their eyes wide in sudden enlightenment, their mouths opened wide, and they were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

This is one of the main reasons why this small window will never be cancelled. The exaggerated reactions of the host and guests are the best substitutes for the audience. They help them complain and be shocked.

Actress Rin Takashima, who claims to know nothing about baseball, asked a cute question:

"Coach Okamoto, what does this mean? Does it mean that every pitch Hojo-sensei throws is perfect? ​​He's extremely handsome all the time?"

Okamoto Masato cast a look of disdain with an expressionless face, then sighed and said:

"This means that although every ball that Hojo-sensei hits is a straight ball that hits the bull's eye, no one can predict his ball."

The old man's chest kept shaking. In the afternoon, when the company's directors were discussing how much they should pay to win over Hojo Kyosuke, someone raised a question, saying that Hojo Kyosuke seemed to only be able to throw straight balls, and whether this was a big weakness.

He directly shouted at the other party to shut up. What idiots! With Hojo Kyosuke's control over his fingers and muscle strength, changing balls and sliding balls are a piece of cake for him. How could he not know how to pitch?

The reason why I don’t invest is simply because I can’t use it!

As a former professional player, he knows very well how fascinating it is for an ace pitcher standing on the pitcher's mound with all the expectations of his teammates on his shoulders to win by crushing his opponents in a fair and square manner.

That is a temptation that no pitcher can refuse.

bang! bang! bang! !

There were no tactics, no hesitation, just the sound of baseballs hitting gloves.

Strikeout! Strikeout! ! Strikeout—! ! !

That is simply the best revelation of time.

and……

"Don't keep us in suspense, Mi-chan. Release the rest of the video. It will answer all of everyone's questions and also dispel the fantasies of those naive young men who don't know the immensity of the world!"

Masato Okamoto shouted.

Mi Jiang gave a wry smile and complained:

"Mom~~ Coach Okayama is so impatient, that kind of thing should have been saved for last!"

Hearing the conversation between the two, Hanahanataro in front of the TV widened his eyes, gripped the remote control tightly with anticipation, and subconsciously turned up the volume.

On the TV, Hojo Kyousuke appeared again. He looked at the stands and shouted:

"Want it to go faster?!"

Perhaps because she felt that Kyosuke would not be able to hear her voice because she was too far away during the previous game, Eriri stood up from the sofa, cupped her hands into a speaker shape, and shouted at the TV:

"Yes!! Faster, Kyousuke!"

Then she sat down as if nothing had happened, her little face calm (with a beaming smile).

Ah, watching the game and then listening to the commentary is really double the enjoyment.

The girl took a big sip of ice cola comfortably.

The people around, such as Kasumigaoka and Sakura, all laughed in good faith and then focused on watching the TV.

The audience's cheers sounded like a tsunami, and then Hojo Kyosuke's mouth curled up into a crazy smile.

“Ohhhh!”

Mi Jiang in the small window exclaimed:

"He's laughing! He's laughing like crazy!!"

One hundred and seven! One hundred and seventy-one! One hundred and seventy-two!!

…

"One hundred and eighty!!!"

Takashima Lin screamed until her voice broke, and her delicately made-up face was flushed, as if she would faint at any moment. (End of this chapter)