Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 897 Sad, Unfortunate

"Eh? Kyousuke-kun is the runner-up? That's great! I thought I had to wait a little longer before I could see him appear!"

Nishimiya Naoko's surprised voice came from the radio. This is the good thing about our own radio, there is no need for any concealment.

Because the playing field was so simple, the audience had no idea how the batting order for both teams was arranged, and they only found out when the players took to the field.

"Hahaha! You wouldn't have thought of that! There's actually a tactic like putting the ace in the second place! This is the genius idea of ​​the genius coach Mihara Akizo!"

Mihara Akizo laughed loudly:

"Because our players are all rookies, if we put Hojo-sama in fourth place, there's a high probability that he won't even have a chance to play like Komatsukawa did before."

Hey, hey, how come you even called out "adult"? Also, is it really good to yell at your own players so loudly? I know that you, a fake, became a coach entirely by relying on your tonkatsu rice training method. Have you decided to stuff them to death with tonkatsu rice after the game?

The third mascot commentator complained loudly in his mind.

Glass next to him had no doubt about the words "Hojo-sama" and smiled and hummed in approval.

"Also, if Hojo-sama is put in the third or fourth position, the psychological pressure on the first two players will be too great, which is too cruel to my players. Therefore, the second batter is the best choice, and he will have the most at-bats. Finally, just in case, I mean just in case! Just in case Hojo-sama fails to hit a home run, he can steal a base directly when he comes on as the third batter."

Mihara Shozo loudly announced his tactics:

"Hahaha, speaking of which, you haven't seen Hojo-sama's all-out sprint yet, right? Haha, you will see it when we win."

"I say! Mihara, I've been putting up with you for so long. If you're the coach, just get out there and give the orders! You're just causing trouble in the commentary booth, okay?"

The mascot couldn't stand it anymore and started to curse loudly.

"What? You, an outsider, actually have the guts to teach me a lesson?"

Coach Mihara yelled angrily:

"I have already arranged a strategy that will definitely win before the game, so I deserve to sit in the best seat and watch the game while cheering for Lord Hojo!"

Hearing this guy's aggressive and confident tone, the mascot felt a little guilty for a moment. Could it be...

"So, what tactics did Coach Mihara arrange? Can you tell us about it?"

Nishimiya Glass asked with a smile. She knew neither baseball nor commentary, but she knew that this pork chop rice coach must be a fan of hers.

What kind of people are you?

Those who like Kyousuke-kun together~~

"Quack quack!"

When it comes to this, Mihara Akizo becomes excited. He crosses his arms and looks around with a domineering look. After seeing the curious eyes of the audience, he speaks with satisfaction:

"My tactic is to trust Hojo-sama wholeheartedly!"

Glass clapped his hands and said in admiration: "What a great tactic~"

"…Are you serious, you bastard!?"

The Sobu High School mascot stood up, grabbed Mihara by the collar and yelled:

"You really don't have any tactics? You'll lose the game if you act so recklessly!"

Mihara Akiza struggled with his hands and feet waving, shouting:

"Lose the game? Impossible! That's simply because you don't trust Hojo-sama enough!"

He grabbed the microphone and yelled:

"Do you think baseball is played with the brain? No! It's played with passion and trust!!"

"Go, Lord Hojo, let these mortals feel the light of God!"

"The light of Hojo-sama will illuminate the entire stadium! We will definitely win if we just follow his footsteps!!"

"..."

The radio kept broadcasting Mihara Akizo's outrageous remarks. Apart from the leather jacket on his body, this guy didn't look like a coach at all. He just looked like one of those elementary school students who got excited after watching the game.

The audience on the sidelines listened with great interest and burst into laughter from time to time.

The veins on Keijin Matsuo's forehead were bulging on the field.

How dare you look down on me like this! ?

(Mihara Akizo: Don't get me wrong, I not only look down on you, I even look down on my own teammates. I am just a running dog under Lord Hojo.)

He bent down to pick up the cloth bag containing rosin powder on the ground and squeezed it hard. He was determined to use his best shot to kill Hojo Kyosuke in the first ball. How could he let that guy take all the limelight? He still had time to laugh with his teammates? I'll make sure you can't laugh anymore!

On the other side, Hojo Kyosuke walked slowly to the batter's box, and when he finally checked the protective gear on his body, he looked at his teammate standing on first base.

"Well done, Nekota!"

He also smiled and gave a thumbs up.

When Maotian Juju heard this, he immediately jumped up with joy like a monkey.

What is it, a signal? A stolen base? A bunt?

Catcher Komatsukawa, who was squatting under Hojo Kyosuke's crotch, was thinking frantically.

Forget it, I can’t figure it out.

Shrugging, he extended his ungloved hand to his crotch and began to make seals frantically.

Actually, it wasn't that crazy, just a couple of gestures. Aside from the crazy Sobu High School, how could there be so much to say on the baseball field?

'Throw a bad ball first to test the water'

This was the message Keihito Matsuo received. He curled his lips. He was very dissatisfied as he had just made up his mind to go all out for the first ball, but he still nodded out of trust in his partner.

The catcher retracted his fingers, and Matsuo also raised his head and looked at Hojo Kyosuke opposite him. He was about to say some trash talk in his heart, but was stunned for a moment.

What is that look?

Matsuo timidly avoided Hojo Kyosuke's gaze.

It's like he's going to kill someone.

The blood froze and the sound of the heartbeat was clear.

Normally, even in such tense moments, Matsuo would hear the sound of his own heartbeat, and then he would wait for his own "time" to come, just like a frightened deer gathering strength. That is, he would choose a heartbeat he liked, and then throw the ball out suddenly. He liked to see the surprised expression of his opponent who was caught off guard, which would make him feel happy from his toes to the top of his head.

But his heartbeat was a little different today. The violently beating heart seemed unable to pump blood to all parts of the body. Now he only felt cold fingertips, and he wanted to lift his legs but got no feedback.

I can't wait for the heartbeat of the one I like.

He suddenly understood.

If you ask why, it is because he now has a feeling in his heart that no matter at which heartbeat he throws the ball, the man on the opposite side will swing the bat without hesitation and hit a home run that will make the whole audience cheer.

So scary...

Hojo Kyosuke was the most handsome man Matsuo had ever seen, especially when he was talking to his teammates with a smile just now. Although he was cursing in his heart, to be honest, he was envious when he saw that the greenhorn first batter could get a thumbs up from Hojo Kyosuke.

Damn, even that level can be praised by a genius with a speed of 165, then shouldn't a genius like me deserve applause?

Hojo Kyosuke, who was driving 165 km/h, applauded me? Hey... cough cough...

In short, the man who just gave a thumbs-up with a smile on his face was exactly as the noisy coach said, so handsome that he seemed to be glowing, making people want to be his teammate.

but……

What about the man now who is wearing a black helmet, restraining his smile, keeping his mouth tightly closed, and whose eyes are as cold as ice?

He was still as handsome as ever. If I had to say, without the smile, his stern face was even more handsome. He was a handsome man that even men would admire. He was a handsome man that could not be described in simple words. He was shocking. As for how shocking he was, to put it simply, if Hojo Kyousuke looked at you, you would subconsciously want to raise your hand and touch your neck to confirm whether your head was still upright on your body.

Although there was no expression of gritting teeth or frowning, there was a bone-chilling chill emanating from Hojo Kyosuke.

Matsuo, whose hands and feet were cold, did not move for a long time. After the referee shouted, he picked up the rosin bag from the ground and squeezed it hard as if to cover up.

The audience on the sidelines also made comments because of Matsuo's long period of stillness.

"What's going on? Why isn't Komatsukawa pitching?"

"Baka, didn't you see that guy was almost paralyzed from exhaustion even without pitching? Wouldn't he have died immediately if he had pitched?"

What this man said was not an exaggeration at all. It was only a few seconds before Hojo Kyosuke came on the court, but the condition of Matsuo Keihito opposite him seemed as if he had just run several thousand meters, and he looked like he had just been fished out of the water.

"Hahaha, that guy must have been so scared that his legs went limp!"

Hata Goro laughed wildly:

"When you are serious, your eyes show that you really want to kill the other person. People who are not trained will be scared to death!"

He was the one who felt this most clearly. Although he didn't know what murderous intent was, but facing a big brother holding a bamboo sword, if he couldn't swing the sword at the first moment, the longer the time went on, the more frightened he would be and he would be so cold that he wouldn't dare to do anything.

"The reason he didn't lose his legs is because the distance was increased. If the distance between the pitcher's mound and the batter's box was shortened to the distance between the kendo and the batter's box, that guy would have definitely fallen down."

Tamaki Aoki said disdainfully that only those who have truly experienced it know the oppressive feeling when facing Minister Hojo. It is completely the gap between the lowest and the top of the food chain. There is no other option except to wait for death!

Every day, those who were chopped in the kendo club expressed their thoughts, and these guys all gathered around the speed gun so that they could cheer for the big brother as soon as possible.

These discussions reached the ears of the scouts. Yakult Swallows scout Kenji Baba came over and said with a smile:

"Every time Hojo-kun adjusted his batting gloves, the pitcher Komatsukawa's fingers would twitch. His mentality had been completely defeated by Hojo-kun."

Speaking of this, Ma Chang couldn't help but sigh:

"What a terrifying momentum! He made the pitcher lose his will to fight without even taking a single swing. He's just like a monster."

The scout from the Hokkaido-Ham Fighters also came over. He knew the close relationship between the Sobu High School Kendo Club and Hojo Kyousuke, so he smiled and tried to get close to them:

"Although Hojo-kun hasn't swung yet, he is a kendo genius who was able to defeat the Eighth-dan Sword Saint Ninety-nine True Red, so he must be very strong at hitting. The intimidation of a top hitter will trigger the survival instinct of a pitcher - look at the track of sweat beads on the back of Matsuo's neck, it's a typical 'ice cone effect', his brain is currently experiencing a neural load equivalent to being illuminated by 20 spotlights."

Everyone in the Kendo Club smiled happily after hearing this. Although they were not happy that their eldest brother was playing baseball, as long as you were Hojo Fuki, then everyone would be good friends.

At this time, Nishimiya Glass's clear and sweet voice came from the speakers:

"The so-called 'pitcher-batter duel' is essentially the embodiment of information warfare - when the batter can predict the changes in the pitch path within 0.08 seconds, every cell in the pitcher is under pressure to decipher the code. Kyosuke is the kind of person who can easily and accurately interpret the subtle changes in the opponent's eye movements, breathing length changes, body muscle movements, etc. He can even predict the pitcher's movements within 1 second.

That is, before the pitcher himself has decided what pitch to throw, Kyosuke already knows. This kind of pressure is enough to crush any determined person. He is a tsunami! "

The girl's clear voice was heard by everyone on the field through the speakers. Komatsukawa's coach protested to the referee angrily:

"Hey, hey! This is off-field interference! The guys from Sobu High School are putting pressure on our players!"

The referee on the sidelines shrugged helplessly, thinking that he was just describing the condition of your pitcher truthfully. It's good that I didn't urge you to pitch quickly. If there was a timing light, it would have flashed long ago!

"Ok?"

In the commentary booth, Akizo Mihara looked at his fellow enthusiasts next to him in confusion.

If you ask who they are, it's probably people who don't understand baseball but like Hojo Kyosuke.

"When did Miss Nishimiya become so professional?"

We agreed to be brainless Hojo fans together, how come you suddenly become an expert?

Nitro-chan chuckled and shook his phone.

Of course, I ask for help from the almighty Xueji Encyclopedia~~

Nishimiya Glass, who was in the commentary booth, was explaining diligently into the microphone, and further down, in the cheering group composed of everyone from Ruyi Lodge, Yukinoshita Yukino was surrounded in the middle, her thin cherry lips opening and closing constantly, explaining the situation on the field to the group of people around her who knew nothing about baseball.

"...I even doubt whether the people of Komatsukawa have the courage to stand in front of Hojo if he starts running. This guy's physique, strength and speed are catastrophic no matter what sport he plays. To be honest, I really sympathize with his opponent."

After saying that, Yukinoshita Yukino sighed softly.

Eriri, whose eyes had already turned into mosquito coils and began to spin, suddenly came to her senses after hearing the last sentence.

“Hey hey hey hey hey~~”

She laughed triumphantly:

"I know this very well. Let me tell you..."

These guys immediately went astray.

On the field, Keijin Matsuo heard the coach yelling and managed to regain control of his body. (End of this chapter)