Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 965 Ying Lili: I will die if I don’t embarrass myself for one day, right?

"Emei thief!!"

"Watfak!? What happened?"

“Jesus Christ!”

The American people from across the ocean were stunned. The white man held his head and screamed like a little girl, shouting the name of the false God or the God on the court.

The black man opened his mouth wider than a crocodile, revealing his big white teeth. He turned his head wildly to look left and right. His eyes, which had too little white, were full of disbelief. He kept shouting "Man!" "Fuck Man!"

Huang Nan... Hehe, this name is quite appropriate.

The Yomiuri Giants players, who had folded their arms like big shots, subconsciously lowered their arms, opened their mouths unconsciously, and stared at the field in amazement.

In the blink of an eye, when the white baseball hit the catcher's glove, Hojo Kyosuke had not even put down his raised leg.

After swinging their arms hard, other players would inevitably stagger forward due to the huge force, just like Eriri kicking the bottle in the air and falling down, but Hojo Kyosuke's super body control ability allows him to control the fall of his arms and thighs steadily against common sense.

This guy, who has a bit of an idol burden, had already studied the movements of pitching, swinging the bat and running the bases at home long before he decided to bring his talent to the diamond stadium. Being strong or not is just a matter of one game, but being handsome is a different matter. One move can make an innocent woman remember him for the rest of her life.

Just like at this moment, Hojo Kyosuke swung his arms forward, and after throwing the ball, his body slowly returned to normal. He also slowly lowered his raised left leg at the frequency of "dropping frames", and finally he pinched the brim of his hat and pressed it down slightly, and finally raised his head to reveal a sunny smile, looking extremely handsome.

Look, the screams of high school girls have already been heard from the sidelines. Of course, there are also a lot of cheers from boys, and sharp hooligan whistles. There is no way, as early as the beginning, Hojo Kyosuke has more male fans (for details, please refer to Hikigaya Hachiman).

Unfortunately, most of the people in the innermost circle of the court were professional players, and their focus was on Hojo Kyousuke's skills. Only some staff in charge of off-court affairs, such as marketing, noticed this and quietly wrote and drew on their notebooks.

After calling a strike, the Yankees coach who was serving as the referee quickly ran to the sidelines to check the speed gun and video. A group of old men put their heads in front of the computer screen, screaming and dancing, and Hojo Kyosuke was left out for a moment.

The Dodgers' batter fell silent after a brief frenzy, standing there with his bat in his hands, not knowing what to think, until his teammate, the catcher, bumped him with his shoulder.

"Hey, Mikey, wake up!"

The batter finally came to his senses, dropped his bat and strode towards the big boy who was still standing on the pitcher's mound.

"Hi! Man!"

Mikey yelled, and hugged Hojo Kyosuke with a look of shock on his face:

"It's incredibly powerful! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have imagined that there is anyone in the world who can throw such a powerful ball!"

This guy can't stop once he starts talking. As expected of a team from Brooklyn, they all have some rap talent. The beeping is like sending a telegram:

"You are simply God! Oh my God! In front of you, I am like an 80-year-old grandmother at home. I can only stand there like a fool!"

"Jesus, I think even if Kardashian comes on stage, she will be more useful than me. At least she can attract and distract your attention. You know, that ass is simply..."

Hearing this, Hojo Kyosuke even broke free from the guy's passionate embrace and waved his hand to refuse:

"I agree that Ms. Kardashian would be more useful than you, but not because of her beauty, but because her huge butt would probably cover the poor catcher completely."

Upon hearing this, Mickey and the black catcher who followed him all burst into laughter.

Masashi Fujikawa, Ryota Tsuchiya and others who also came over looked at the batter Mikey with a little more affection. You see, this great man became a believer of the "Rounding Up and Down Cult" in just a few seconds. Now, this big star with an annual salary of hundreds of millions of yen is no different from a weak high school student like himself.

Of course, this was all translated for them by Xisaki, with the purpose of boosting these guys' self-confidence and making their big brother feel more comfortable during the competition.

The black catcher also took off his gloves and turned his palms towards the crowd, and said very quickly:

"It's amazing. My hand still hurts. It feels like I was shot with a gun. Mikey, you know, I didn't cry out when Old Mike hit me with a baseball bat, but I screamed like a little girl when I received the ball from Mr. Hojo just now. It hurts so much!"

At this time, Tetsuta Kisaki stepped forward and conveyed the requests of many teams to his elder brother, probably the Yankees, the Yomiuri Giants... The players of these teams all wanted to go on the field to experience the power of the "100-80 Magic Balls" for themselves, and there was also the subsequent batting test, and those ace aces were also lining up to come up and try it out.

While Hojo Kyosuke and Kisaki were talking, the two Dodgers team members went to talk to Fujikawa Masashi and Tsuchiya Ryota. The two sides were communicating very happily despite having different opinions. This was probably because they could hear the word "Hojo" in each other's mouths, and they knew that the other party was praising Hojo Kyosuke, so naturally everyone was happy.

After the two Dodgers players left the game, the Yomiuri Giants' hitter came on the field. Previously, it was an out-of-town team, so this game should be the turn of the local... team.

When the sturdy man wearing a black baseball cap and nearly 1.9 meters tall came on the court, he would bow and greet Hojo Kyosuke first, with a very respectful attitude. He would say, "I will try my best," but he would never dare to hope to hit the ball against Hojo-sama.

Hojo Kyosuke also smiled brightly, and on the surface you couldn't tell that he had already kicked the Giants off the roster.

Without any suspense, a shout of "good ball" resounded throughout the stadium, followed by a tsunami of screams and cheers.

The Yomiuri Giants' batter was prepared and swung the bat, but his swing was in vain.

Although the Dodgers players were stronger before, the students of Sobu High School were not familiar with them. Now the players who came on the field were the nationally renowned Yomiuri Giants players.

Seeing such a big star being easily defeated like a toy in front of his classmates, the students of Sobu High School have a clearer understanding of how powerful Hojo Kyosuke is.

When the Giants players left the field, there was no loss on their faces, only excitement and shock. They kept bowing respectfully to Hojo Kyosuke, saying that they hoped to receive guidance from Hojo and were eager to become his teammates.

Hojo Kyosuke laughed and fooled everyone away.

The following tests were dull. Those big stars who used to call the shots at the Diamond Stadium stood in the batter's box like they were checking in for a tourist. They struck a handsome pose, swung their bats in the air, praised Kyosuke Hojo, let the photographers take a couple of photos, and then left the field with a smile on their faces.

Good fellow, they are simply treating Hojo Kyosuke like a super devil. Before, these guys wanted to test Hojo Kyosuke's ability, but now they want to come up and weigh their own weight.

Translated, it means "Ahem, those American stars who earn several times more than us are like 80-year-old ladies with Alzheimer's when facing Hojo Kyosuke, while we are like 80-year-old men with hemiplegia due to a stroke. We are players of the same level."

The value of the "Rounding Law" is still rising! The more people kneel down at the feet of Hojo Kyousuke, the higher our level will be! Kneeling down will level us up and make us stronger, awesome!

Especially when the New York Yankees' rookie season broke the rookie record at the time with 52 home runs, and the super hitter who won the Rookie of the Year and MVP was struck out like a goose after he came on the field, the cheers of the players became even louder, and they were as happy as if it was Christmas.

During this period, all the balls that Hojo Kyosuke threw were at a constant speed of 180, and some coaches and players asked if they could go faster. They were all professionals and knew that if they could throw 180 stably, the limit might be 190.

In response to this question, Hojo Kyosuke just squinted his eyes and laughed, but did not answer. He was not stupid. A hundred and eighty hits on a person could kill him. If he really threw at a higher speed, perhaps the rules of the entire world baseball game would have to change because of him.

Add one more rule: "No pitches above 170 are allowed", or simply "Hojo Kyosuke is not allowed to play at full strength!"

Although it was quite pleasant to think about making special rules just for him, Hojo Kyosuke still held back. After all, 180 was invincible, and a man still had to hide something, whether it was private money or something else.

It wasn't until Hojo Kyosuke put on a batter's helmet and protective gear and took the field that the talents of many teams began to change.

Even though he was already invincible with just the "One Hundred and Eighty Magic Balls", people were always greedy. Not to mention the coaches and managers, the stronger Hojo Kyosuke became, the more excited they were.

Even those players who may be crushed in the future are looking forward to it very much. They also want to see miracles and hope that their ceiling as players can be improved.

Over the years, the highest speed of Japanese baseball has been increasing, and the average speed has also been increasing. Although this is due to more scientific training methods and more complete supporting measures, it is also inseparable from the hard work of the leaders.

The order of pitchers was the same as before, with the Los Angeles Dodgers coming on first. Compared to the batters, the pitchers were obviously taller. After all, big is beautiful, big is strong. Pitching is done by swinging the arms, and the longer the arms, the better the power.

I don't know if it was out of tribute to Kyosuke Hojo or something, but the Dodgers pitcher also threw a straight ball in the first pitch.

This pitcher is no ordinary person either. His name is Chapman. It is no surprise that he is from Cuba. There are not many active MLB players from Cuba. He is nicknamed the Cuban Heavy Cannon. When he was young, he once pitched 167 kilometers per hour, almost breaking the league record. The Dodgers' better and better performance in the past two years is inseparable from his outstanding performance.

Seeing Chapman standing on the pitcher's mound, the coaches and players of all teams shut their mouths and stared at the field with full attention, not missing any details.

They all knew Chapman's strength. If Hojo Kyosuke could easily crush him like before, then everyone could happily go on the court to check in and take photos. Otherwise, they could go up and bully the super genius.

Chapman, who is over two meters tall, kicked the dirt twice and signaled to the referee that he was ready. This was not a serious game and it would be a waste of time to follow the rules strictly.

Lift your legs, swing your arms...

Although it is not as handsome as Hojo Kyosuke's posture, it is a perfect posture carefully created by well-known coaches and professional trainers to help players achieve better results!

This is why the upper limit of performance of any sport will increase rapidly once it reaches a certain scale. Industrialization is the miracle of human civilization!

The ball from the Cuban heavy artillery was shot out like a cannonball, so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly. The professional baseball players on the sidelines only saw the ball fly out and confirmed that it was a good ball.

But in the eyes of Hojo Kyosuke, it was like a train flying obediently along the predetermined track. Yes, after endless calculations and predictions, all the secrets appeared in his eyes.

This is the super brain!

Now that I have seen the future, is there anything I am confused about?

There was even a smile in Hojo Kyosuke's eyes, his gaze was clear and bright, and he swung the bat without any hesitation.

Cold and swift, cutting like a hot knife through butter!

In another world, the white ball would have been split in half by the sword energy, but this is a youth romantic comedy.

The white ball did not successfully rush into the arms of the glove, but hit a hard wooden stick head-on (because)

ping——!!

With the clear and pleasant sound, the white ball soared into the sky like a falcon that had entered the water with the reverse button pressed, rushing towards the invisible skyline.

call out--

Everyone raised their heads, their chins lowered higher, and their eyes followed the white ball as it flew farther and farther away.

The barbed wire fence beside the baseball field was easily crossed, and unless the outfielders took off their uniforms to reveal the S mark, it would be impossible to catch the ball.

"Home run!"

A home run without a doubt!

The quick-witted students have already rushed towards where the ball is flying. This is the home run ball that Lord Hojo hit the American star with!

Hojo is such a nice guy, when the time comes, please ask him to invite all those Americans to sign autographs and take photos together, then this ball will be sold at a sky-high price, right? !

Dodgers pitcher Chapman was the first to retract his gaze. He lowered his head and smiled bitterly, feeling somewhat lost and relieved.

Then he took off his gloves and walked to the batter's box.

"God will cheer for you, my friend, you are hopelessly powerful."

Without looking at the speed gun on the sidelines, he was extremely sure that he had used his strongest strength, and this might be the strongest shot in his career.

But…home run.

Moreover, looking at Mr. Hojo's expression, he seemed a hundred times more relaxed than just brushing the dust off his trouser legs.

Jesus God, does this make sense to you?

Lamenting in his heart, he stretched out his hands, tightly grasped the hands of this miracle that was about to shock the world, and shook them hard.

Hojo Kyosuke smiled modestly and thought, if there really is a God, then I should be able to cut the Tiamat Comet in half with one sword. (End of this chapter)