Didn’t you say you were just using me as a substitute?

Yozakura Hitomi could also guess Kitahara Takashi's revenge, so she decided to start exercising.

She was just unable to conquer this little bastard!

249

Chapter 249: Kissing Kitahara Takashi

The day after Koshien ended, all the major universities returned home, including the private Aoba.

Aoba went back, but the members of the Aoba baseball club stayed in Nishinomiya City for two more days.

It was not until the third day after the game that Kitahara Takashi boarded the return bus with the baseball club members.

As soon as he got in the car, Kitahara Takashi put on his headphones and fell asleep.

"Something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong with you!"

Otani Shota, who had excitedly pulled out a deck of cards from his schoolbag and was about to call Kitahara Takashi to play cards, saw that he looked exhausted, as if his body was hollowed out. He frowned, pushed Kitahara Takashi, and took off his headphones. "You haven't been back to the hotel these past few days, and I haven't seen you all day. Tell me honestly what you've been doing?"

"The coffee left the coaster, and the emotions I was holding back were far behind."

Kitahara Takashi sang with a voice that was weak and tired.

"What the hell?"

Shota Otani looked at him in confusion.

"The name of this song is: The Secret That Cannot Be Told!"

Tao Guyao had obviously heard this before and said with a smile, "Zun means you shouldn't ask anymore. He won't tell you even if you ask."

Kitahara Tsutomu gave Taogu a thumbs-up, then put on his headphones again and turned off his phone.

"Kitahara looks like that, so he must be that one."

Kamiozawa Yuu showed a smile that only men can understand and winked at everyone around him.

"Absolutely that one."

Noda Yusei said with certainty.

"Come to think of it, every time I meet my girlfriend, we have a big fuck."

"When I first met my girlfriend, we would go out to eat, watch a movie, take a walk, etc. Now, after dinner, we just go straight to the hotel."

"It's been like this for a long time. Now when my girlfriend and I go out for a walk, she doesn't even bother to put on makeup and just wears a mask."

"Wearing a mask? You guys are really good at it~"

"Go, go, go, are we talking about the same thing?"

At first, Shota Otani didn't understand what the seniors were saying, but as he listened more deeply, he gradually understood.

"Wait, are you saying that Zun Ta Oo graduated?"

Seeing Shota Ohtani's shocked expression, it was the seniors' turn to be surprised.

"Kitahara has so many girlfriends, and they're all so beautiful. Isn't it normal for him to graduate?"

In their opinion, it would be abnormal for Kitahara Tsuyoshi not to graduate when he is surrounded by so many beautiful girls.

If he could endure this, they would really doubt whether Beiyuan Zun was too powerful to be useful.

"Isn't high school graduation the norm?"

"If you can't get a girlfriend in high school, chances are you won't be able to get one in college either."

The more Shota Otani listened, the more panicked he became.

He is now in the first year of high school, what should he do if he still doesn’t have a girlfriend?

Ding!

When Shota Otani was lost in thought, his cell phone rang.

He looked down and saw that someone had sent him a private message on Twitter.

[Nihao (*?▽｀) Nono, I'm a die-hard fan of Kitahara-geki. I saw a photo of you and him on your social media post. Are you his teammate?]

Ohtani Shouta: [Yes, what's the matter?]

Don't Eat Cilantro: [I want one of his jerseys (*>.*), preferably the original one, the kind that gets soaked with sweat after exercise and has that stinky sweat smell.]

Don't eat cilantro: [Don't worry, I can pay you.]

Shota Otani is on the subway with an old man's cell phone, squinting.

What the hell?

He had seen people asking for Takashi Kitahara's jerseys and autographed jerseys, but this was the first time he had seen a jersey that smelled of sweat.

Ohtani Shouta was really upset and didn't have the mood to care about these people. He just replied: [Psycho!]

When he was about to block this person, he accidentally clicked on the other person's homepage and saw the other person post on the homepage.

Black stockings, JK and that cute face, he had only one thought at that time.

'How careless!'

He quickly switched back, wanting to withdraw the message.

But notice that the other party shows that the message has been read, and he feels regretful in his heart.

Holding onto a last glimmer of hope, he typed: [Haha, that... If I said that my second personality just accidentally came out, would you believe it?]

Don't eat coriander:【？】

*

The Aoba bus departed in the afternoon.

It was almost evening when we entered downtown Tokyo.

Kitahara Tsutomu was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly woken up by someone.

Kitahara Takashi, feeling irritated and grumpy from being woken up, opened his eyes and looked at Otani Shota fiercely: "You better be okay?"

If Shota Ohtani didn't tell him the reason why he disturbed him, Kitahara Takashi planned to have someone kill him after he returned.

"Zun, look outside! Look outside!!"

Shota Otani seemed not to notice the ferocity in Kitahara's eyes, and kept pushing him and pointing him outside the car.

Kitahara Tsutomu waved away the hand that was pushing him, turned his head to look out the car window, and found that both sides of the street were full of people.

He opened the car window and when the noise outside came, Kitahara Tsutomu subconsciously covered his ears.

"Kitahara no Takashi!!!"

“Mvp!!!”

"Kitahara no Takashi!!!"

“Mvp!!!”

All the cheers turned into cheers for him.

Huhuhu~

Under Kitahara Takashi's shocked gaze, helicopters flew by.

Behind the first one was a huge poster featuring all the members of the Aoba Baseball Club.

The night breeze blew, and the neon lights of Tokyo illuminated this giant poster.

Behind them were several helicopters dragging streamers. When the last helicopter flew right overhead, several strong lights made the night sky as bright as day. It was still a giant poster, but on the poster was the back of a young man who was fishing alone with his back to the world.

Behind the young man are the excited fans, completely boiling the Hanshin Koshien Stadium.

This is a famous scene captured by a reporter during the final.

This photo was later used as the headline poster on the day Koshien ended.

On the poster, there are four big words - King of Tokyo!

Kitahara Takashi opened his mouth in shock.

"Isn't this a bit too much?"

Yozakura Tong said that Qingye would prepare a surprise for him.

He thought that what happened at the celebration party was already a surprise enough. Looking back now, he could only say that he was short-sighted and underestimated how willful the rich could be.

Or perhaps he underestimated the impact of Aoba's victory.

Before Kitahara Takashi could think too much, several sharp whistles soon pierced the already restless night sky, and the sounds of fireworks breaking through the sky rang out from all directions of the city, and then one after another brilliant fireworks exploded in the night sky of Tokyo.

"King of Tokyo!"

"Kitahara-san!"

"Goat"

……

Time and time again, they appeared in the sky above New York.

Kitahara Takashi couldn't hear the crackling sound of the fireworks, because his ears were still echoing with the cheers of Tokyo fans over and over again.

Kitahara Takashi couldn't understand why such a big fuss could be made about just one Hagar champion, but he liked this kind of madness.

Smell the smoke that fills the night sky of Tokyo. Is this gun smoke?

This is clearly the smell of money!

Kitahara Takashi once again felt fortunate that he came to Tokyo and chose Aoba.

It’s the same celebration, but other cities can’t do it on such a scale. You know, they don’t have the economic strength.

If they joined Shuchiin, Kitahara Takashi didn't think that they, who were so proud of their status, would do such a thing for themselves.

Only Tokyo Aoba would be like this.

It's all about money, no airs at all.

*

In Principal Aoba's office, Fujiwara Chika looked at the clusters of fireworks rising into the sky, feeling heartbroken.

"How much does this cost?"

extravagant!

waste!

It would be great if we could save this money for her to run for prime minister in the future!

They all stayed to celebrate.

What is the difference between this behavior and that of a nouveau riche?

"My future husband, of course, deserves the grandest welcome."

Kamikawa Nari looked proud.

Ye Yingtong glanced at her and chuckled.

your husband?

No, it's my husband.

You are still talking about Makkabaka, so I will just get on the highway.

"Isn't this a bit too much of a fuss? I'm sure Tokyo residents will have complaints."

Fujiwara Toyomi pointed at his chin, looking a little worried.

"You think this is just a simple celebration?"

Grandpa Fujiwara glanced at his eldest granddaughter, smiled and shook his head.

"You're wrong. This is to build momentum for Kitahara Takashi, to make him take on the role of promoting consumption, just like Kimura did in the 90s."

He naturally realized that Ye Yingtong did this not only for Beiyuan Zun, but also for them.

"Lipstick effect?"