Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Spain has fiery tango dancers and bullfighters with fire breathing from their noses. The fiery red color continues in this country just like the Spanish artillery fire.

So, of course, Eriri, who has a head of shiny golden hair, cannot understand the fun and wisdom of bullfighting. After sprinting back and forth a few times, this guy saw the faces of Mitsuha, Yukino and others who were trying not to laugh. After being stunned for two seconds, the girl's face turned red.

"Ahhh! Sea Bull!"

Eriri grabbed Hojo Kyousuke who was about to jump and said angrily:

"How dare you treat me like a wild bull! It seems that winning a little practice match has given you a lot of courage, right?!"

Hojo Kyosuke put on a smile and was about to start a perfunctory response when Eriri grabbed his arm and pulled him upstairs.

"Let's go! I need to check how your painting is going! How dare you be so leisurely!"

The aggressive girl dragged someone upstairs. Sakura and others nearby were stunned at first, and then Kasumigaoka Utaha reacted immediately.

You bastard! We agreed to have a family fun time tonight, and you want to monopolize it?

After Kasumigaoka intercepted Eriri, the others also reacted. Even the soft-hearted Naruto would never allow her precious time with Kyousuke to be occupied, so she pretended to persuade Eriri in a gentle manner, but in fact arrested the little golden retriever without question.

"Nothing happened"

Kasumigaoka lay back on the sofa again, with her long legs draped over Mitsuha's arms, and the two sat next to each other. Yukino and Sakura sat on the other end of the sofa, talking quietly. Naoka and Naoko were kidnapped by Eriri, and the five of them squeezed onto a sofa with Hojo Kyousuke.

The show on TV continued to play. A baseball hitting a speed of 180 km/h was able to smash the solid wooden doll into pieces. The guests were all frightened and their faces turned pale. It can only be said that the acting was really good.

However, Masato Okamoto, who played the role of an expert, soon discovered that something was wrong because the broken pieces of the puppet were too regular.

This is not a low-budget cartoon, why are your fragments all neat rectangles!

“Hahaha, actually this doll is made up of pieces, and the ball just now hit the connection point exactly.”

Zheng Nan laughed as he solved the mystery, then he held the broken pieces with a sad face and complained, "If my wife finds out that her beloved puppet has become like this, she will definitely kill me!"

"Eh?? Zhengnan, if you say that, it will make us think that your status in the family is even lower than that of a puppet."

Mi-chan teased with a wicked smile.

"Yeah, yeah, it's just a doll, just buy a new one."

Other guests also joined in the fun, and some even said they wanted to give their dolls to Zhengnan.

Then, I heard Zhengnan, who was kneeling on the ground and mourning for the puppet, yelling something like "Is it strange that middle-aged men are not as good as toys?", "Don't men like toys just the same?", "Aren't puppets much more convenient than living people who need to consider emotions, foreplay and satisfaction!" and other easy-to-understand words.

For a moment, the studio became strangely quiet.

Obviously, these easy-to-understand words touched everyone in an instant.

"good!"

Mi Jiang shouted:

"I will accompany you home tonight to apologize to my wife. If she doesn't forgive you, Zhengnan, I will sacrifice myself!"

Zhengnan kicked him out and cursed:

"Go away. My family doesn't pickle pickles, so we don't need you to fill the jar with rice sauce."

The few of them joked with each other for a long time before asking the staff to bring in a new doll.

"This time it's a real solid wood puppet! Come on, Mr. Okamoto, you will test it and let everyone see the strength of a former professional player."

Mi-chan handed Okamoto Masato a metal baseball bat, and in front of the camera, the latter swung the bat with all his strength without hesitation and hit the puppet in the chest.

Bang!

A round hole appeared on the puppet.

Mi-chan marked it with a marker, then set up the pitching machine and fired another baseball directly at the puppet.

A flash of white lightning struck the puppet, and a clearly visible circular pit appeared.

The camera zoomed in for a close-up.

Mi-chan said with a serious expression: "As you can see, the dent made by hitting with a metal baseball bat at close range is not as big as the dent made by Hojo-sensei's pitch. And please note that this is wood, which is much harder than the human body! If it were a real person..."

"There is absolutely no chance of escape!"

Okamoto Masato continued:

"The American National Institute of Sports Medicine has conducted tests and research. The probability of death from a baseball hitting the head at a speed of 140 kilometers per hour is more than 30%. The impact energy at 180 kilometers per hour is 1.65 times that of 140 kilometers per hour, and the mortality rate rises to 60%~70%. If it hits the chest cavity, more than six ribs will be broken, and it may also cause ventricular fibrillation, pericardial tamponade, and pulmonary contusion..."

As Okamoto Masato uttered one mysterious but powerful term after another, diagrams appeared on the TV screen to explain to the audience the consequences of the injuries, and all the guests turned pale.

After reading all of them, the famous coach Masato Okamoto raised his head, looked at the camera with stern eyes, and said word by word:

"Without a doubt, this is 'Murderous Baseball'! !"

"hiss--"

The sound of people sucking in cold air was clearly heard in the studio, and Ms. Takashima Lin asked worriedly:

"Hey, Ms. Takashima, what you should be worried about right now is whether Hojo-sensei will make a mistake and accidentally hit another player."

"impossible!"

Takashima Lin denied it outright:

"It's impossible for Hojo-sensei to make a mistake! Even if someone really died under his baseball, that person's fate had already ended and he was destined to die immediately."

"hiss--"

There was another sound of people sucking in their breath.

Regarding this upset, the famous six-star critic Eriri commented:

"Although this woman doesn't look that good, she speaks with great insight, not bad."

Nishimiya Naoko and Yukino Momoka both nodded in agreement, saying that anyone who really didn't want to die would definitely protect themselves well or stay away.

Unfortunately, these visionary critics were not in the studio to applaud Ms. Takashima's outrageous remarks.

But it doesn't matter, the one who is about to rush to the battlefield is the Neon Baseball Hall of Fame member, the owner of three consecutive league championships, and the coach of the Neon national team, Masato Okamoto, who covets Hojo Kyosuke so much that he wants to remove his thigh bone and make a bat to offer to the great God of baseball!

"No! Even if something like that really happens, it will never cause trouble to Lord Hojo, because such incidents are subject to the "principle of self-risk."

The coach said seriously.

Masao next to him interrupted, "But doesn't that mean the pitcher needs to prove that he didn't do anything intentional? In that case, Hojo-sensei can't intentionally throw bad balls to the inside corners like other players do, right?"

Okamoto Masato turned his head, frowned, and said in an incredulous tone:

"I thought that after watching those videos just now, you already understood the greatness of Lord Hojo, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid?"

The old man frowned so hard that he could pinch a fly to death. He said angrily:

"Why do you think I call Hojo-sama a miracle? He throws every ball in exactly the same way. What does that prove? Extreme stability, unimaginable control, and... bottomless strength!

Do you think that 180 is the limit for Hojo-sama?"

"Eh hey hey?? Isn't it?"

The guests all widened their eyes.

"you……"

Masato Okamoto opened his mouth speechlessly, what idiots.

"Come on, Mijiang, come and arm wrestle with me." He called.

"Isn't this bad? I don't want to bully an elderly man, especially a famous baseball player with outstanding achievements."

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Mi Jiang said hypocritically, and ran over nimbly with her short legs. The two of them soon got into an arm-wrestling position on the table.

"Hmmmm?? Coach Okamoto! You are already over sixty years old! Why are your arms still so thick? Why are your muscles still so strong? This is not right!"

Mi Jiang screamed in fear, and then his arm was slowly pressed down. He was so scared that he gritted his teeth and tried his best. Although he was a funny character, if he couldn't even bully an old man in his sixties or seventies, wouldn't it be... Eh? It seemed even funnier?

Thinking of this, Mi Jiang's strength instantly relaxed, and her arm was crushed.

"Ah! Although I still have a lot of strength, my noble morals do not allow me to bully an elderly person."

Ignoring Mi-chan's funny behavior, Masato Okamoto asked the staff to display a photo of Hojo Kyosuke pitching and a photo of Mi-chan arm wrestling on the big screen, with close-ups of both of their faces.

"Did you see that?"

Okamoto asked the others.

Takashima Lin: "I can see it. It's simply the difference between humans and frogs."

"Yeah, I originally thought Mi-chan was cute because she was ugly, but when I saw her next to Hojo-sensei, I felt that she should be euthanized."

Masao: "Oh no, our behavior will be disliked by Hojo-sensei's fans. It's a sin."

Hearing these words, Masato Okamoto subconsciously turned his head to look at the screen. Even he had to admit that Hojo Kyosuke was indeed extremely handsome, especially when compared with Mi-chan next to him.

The latter was grinning, the former had sinister eyes and a cold jawline, and if you didn't know better you would have thought they were filming a movie.

but……

"Don't you see the difference?" he asked.

Ha~

In front of the TV, Yukinoshita Yukino curled her lips and chuckled. Haruno next to her immediately asked:

"Xue-no-chan, do you see the problem?"

Yukino looked at her sister in surprise, wondering why she had suddenly become so stupid.

"Oh, my brain is so busy recording how handsome Kyousuke is that I don't have time to think."

Yang Nai was grinning.

Normally, Yukino wouldn't waste words, because the guests on the next show would definitely explain, but right now her desire to explain was unprecedentedly strong, because...

"Sister, please look!"

The black-haired girl took out her cell phone, found a video, clicked play, and handed it to her sister.

Yang Nai asked in confusion: "Giant panda?"

What appeared on the screen was a black and white creature eating bamboo.

Yukinoshita Yukino's cold voice had a hint of sweetness, and she said softly:

"This giant panda is called Meng'er. He was raised by humans, so he learned many behaviors from humans, such as breaking bamboo. Breaking bamboo is easy for pandas, but it is not so easy for humans, so humans have to grit their teeth and use all their strength. Meng'er followed suit and broke it with gritted teeth."

At this point, Xueno found some videos of other pandas eating bamboo and showed them to her sister. There wasn't much else on her phone, just a lot of material about cats, pandas, tigers and snow leopards.

"Eh? Hahaha, really!"

Yang Nai exclaimed in surprise:

"It forgot to show its teeth and actually fixed them. How cute!"

Seeing that her sister was also interested in pandas, Xueno was overjoyed and didn't care about what TV to watch anymore. She immediately started to recommend them to her. But...

"I understand. Even when he threw the ball at a speed of 180, Hojo Kyousuke didn't even change his expression, let alone his movements!"

Yang No immediately shifted her attention away from the panda, while Yukino, who was standing next to her, widened her eyes in shock, unable to believe that someone could actually wake up while petting a cat.

Too strong, worthy of being the elder sister.

The girl sighed in her heart, and at the same time made up her mind to let the cute cats influence her sister and make the invincible elder sister reveal her flaws!

"That face, that perfect jawline, there's not even a hint of gritting one's teeth, Hojo Kyousuke, there's still plenty of room for improvement."

Yukinoshita Haruno chuckled and shook her head, then burst out laughing:

"But then again, that guy is really cocky and has such a heavy idol image. He is so handsome even at this moment. I suspect he has practiced a long time ago and knows how to put on the coolest expression in front of the cameras on the sidelines."

Yukino nodded immediately. Absolutely, that guy Hojo Kyosuke would definitely do such a thing.

Sure enough, on TV, Masato Okamoto also said something similar to Yukinoshita Yukino:

"…If I hadn't known that it was a competition, I would have thought that Hojo-sama was just taking a walk. How could you tell from his relaxed look that he was already giving it his all? In a situation like this, it's impossible for him to lose control!"

Then Mi-chan and Masao began to consult Masato Okamoto about the impact that the sudden appearance of Hojo Kyosuke would have on the Japanese baseball world.

"Neon baseball world?"

Okamoto smiled contemptuously:

"The whole world is exploding now! The New York Yankees, Boston Red Sox, Los Angeles Dodgers, Angels...all the American teams you can name, who won three consecutive championships and established a dynasty at the beginning of this century, are now on planes and rushing to Tokyo. Tomorrow you can see those famous coaches and managers rushing out of the airport like racehorses."

After saying this, he smiled sadly again:

"You don't understand what a great "miracle" Hojo Kyousuke is!" (End of this chapter)