Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 893: Inviting the next victim

As the absolute trump card and the hope of the whole team, Hojo Kyosuke naturally took the number "1". However, what everyone at Sobu High School did not expect was that Tsuchiya Ryota, who everyone hoped would take the number "2", did not take the insignificant number "" but only took the insignificant number.

The number "2" was awarded by the minister as compensation to Fujikawa Masatake, who had switched from a pitcher to a catcher.

To become a leader, one must possess extraordinary qualifications, yes, qualifications. Perhaps it is a freak physical talent like Hojo Kyousuke, perhaps it is an infectious affinity like Yamauchi Sakura, or perhaps it is the coldness of facing all difficulties like Yukinoshita Yukino.

As for Ryota Tsuchiya, his only talent is probably the smart brain he inherited from his entrepreneur father. He is good at studying, but that is not enough to make him a leader in baseball. Therefore, the qualification that made him the captain and held the fragmented baseball club together like tape is really called "passion".

Because of his passion, he can transform into a sycophant like Tsuchiya Ryota who even Kisaki Tetsuta would bow down to, or a righteous superman like Yukinoshita Yukino, who takes justice to the extreme. He trains harder than anyone else, is the first to care for a member when he is injured, and can give the number 2 position representing the core to Fujikawa Masao. Even if he is kicked out, he can still come back and invite others to play in the training game.

Yes, he said in the email with a smile that other schools immediately agreed to the training match when they heard the name of Hojo Kyousuke, and he looked like a smug person. But before this sentence, other people were disgusted by the name of Sobu High School as if they saw an infectious patient, and even if he groveled and offered to treat them to a meal and drinks, he was firmly rejected.

This was just a joke in the email. He didn’t mention the ridicule he suffered during the period, the earnest pleas for the staff not to quit the department, and the fact that he was the department director but had to do the laundry and leveling work...

Among the relatives of the Hyodo family, there is a pair of completely opposite cousins, "the genius Michiru" and "the stubborn Ryota".

Michiru Hyodo, who is good at everything except studying, and Ryota Tsuchiya, who has no talent at all but refuses to give up baseball.

However, it was the stubborn Ryota Tsuchiya who had always treated his daughter as "someone else's child" and educated her by Hyodo's parents.

He has no talent worth mentioning in baseball, and can even be said to be stupid, but he has a heart that loves baseball, and this love is transformed into enlightenment. It can support him to keep moving forward when he sees no hope, and it will make him burst out with extraordinary strength when he sees an opportunity.

Passion is a power and enlightenment is visible.

Ryota Tsuchiya's awareness was passed on to everyone in the baseball team. Fujikawa Masashi, who took over the number "2" from him personally, could feel the awareness like magma, and he made up his mind not to let this trust down even if it cost him his life.

Even though Komatsukawa High School was also bad, so there was no video of the game, he still tried hard to find the data of all the opponents and recorded every time they lost a goal. If you ask how he did it, it was probably because he sincerely asked Tetsuta Kisaki for help. And if you ask how the latter did it, it was probably because he randomly developed a non-staff member of Komatsukawa High School's Runaway Angels and let the other party squat beside their baseball field every day.

Hojo Kyosuke stood on the pitcher's mound, his feet constantly stomping or digging the soil. The pitcher's mound is not large, but it is not small either. Everyone has a favorite position, angle, and even height, so tidying up the mound has become a must. This is especially true for someone like Hojo Kyosuke who has mild obsessive-compulsive disorder.

After digging for a while, he rushed forward two steps and then retreated. He tried several surrounding defense lines several times before signaling to the referee that it was okay.

The referee for this practice match was contacted by the Daily Sports. One of the biggest pain points of baseball in Japan is the referee. If ordinary people want to play a game of baseball on the weekend, they usually need to pay a qualified amateur to serve as the referee. After all, everyone knows baseball and has time to play it. Everyone definitely wants to play baseball, so who will serve as the referee for you?

As the referee's whistle sounded, the atmosphere on the baseball field changed in an instant and became heavy.

In the stands, Nishimiya Glass used a pleasant voice to remind the audience that the game had officially begun.

Mihara Akizo shouted loudly: "Beat the crap out of Komatsukawa!!"

To be honest, Hojo Kyosuke was not very willing to let the old man commentate, fearing that his lovely Nitsu-chan's ears would be dirty. But there was no other way, Nitsu-chan herself didn't know much about baseball, so he could only let this baseball fan liven up the atmosphere.

Sobu High School's catcher Fujikawa had a determined look in his eyes. He glanced at the No. 1 batsman Komatsukawa next to him, and the opponent's statistics emerged in his mind:

Andong Xi, a sophomore, is a right-handed batter. His arm strength is quite good in the baseball team of Komatsukawa High School. His highest record is to hit a ball with a speed of 145 and score two points for the team. However, the authenticity of this information is questionable, because according to the informant, no one knew about the game, and only An Teng Xi was bragging. Moreover, there is no player in Komatsukawa High School who can throw a ball with a speed of 145.

He is not good at hitting balls that are angled to the left, nor is he good at hitting straight balls that are too fast. He is not good at hitting... If you want to say, this guy is not good at hitting almost all kinds of balls because of his poor skills. How he performs depends entirely on the level of his opponent. If the opponent is a rookie, he is good at hitting all kinds of balls. If the opponent is an expert, he can't even hit the most basic fast straight ball. So...

Fujikawa Masashi stretched out his fingers painted with fluorescent red nail polish and began to make hand seals frantically and quickly under his crotch. The speed of the hand seals was so fast that they turned into an illusion directly, but...

Hey, you guys have too many seals, right?!

The corners of Komatsukawa's batter's eyes twitched uncontrollably. Is it so complicated to just indicate the type of pitch? If you don't know, you might think you are the coach arranging tactics. Oh... By the way, your coach is in the commentary booth.

But in fact, what Fujikawa Masao's seals express is...

"Ah~ My dear Hojo-kun, the weather is so nice today. I wonder how you feel? Are you satisfied with the color of my nail polish today? Do you want to change it in the next round?"

Hojo Kyosuke nodded calmly, then shook his head.

Only then did Fujikawa Masashi put away his dazzling fingers with satisfaction, then placed the wide gloves horizontally in front of him and nodded vigorously.

Idiot! Since the guy from Komatsukawa is just a rookie like Nekota before, there is no need for any strategy, just let Hojo-kun use his invincible high-speed ball! There is no way he can catch it! This is a fact verified by everyone at Sobu High School and Shikamiya High School!

Hojo Kyosuke, who was wearing a pure white baseball uniform, raised his hand to pinch the brim of his hat and pressed it down, threw the baseball into his right hand, then wrapped it up with his left hand, turned his head to look left and right, took a deep breath, stepped back with his left leg, straightened his upper body, bent his left leg and raised it to the right, his body naturally rotating, then he stepped forward with his left leg, raised his right hand wrapped in the glove backwards, and then...

"Snapped--!!"

The referee shouted: "Good shot!"

The batter Komatsukawa, who was full of fighting spirit, was startled by the referee's voice. He subconsciously lowered his head to look at the catcher's glove, and his fighting expression suddenly became dull.

What...when?

As the catcher stood up and threw the ball forward, he also looked in the direction of the ball.

The tall man turned around and started stomping on the pitcher's mound again as if nothing had happened.

Hojo Kyosuke was not in a hurry to pitch, just as the referee did not urge him. No one was amazed at the speed of the pitch just now, because almost everyone in the entire baseball field turned their heads to look at the speed gun next to them.

The scouts and reporters who had been squatting next to the speed gun all opened their mouths wide.

"160"

Not one point more or less, the three black Arabic numerals are so eye-catching.

“One hundred and sixty——!!!”

The Yakult Swallows' official scout, Kenji Baba, screamed.

"boom--"

These words exploded on the sidelines like a bomb dropped into a puddle, and the splash made everyone scream.

"Is this true? One hundred and sixty!? Is there really one hundred and sixty?"

"Idiot, didn't you see it just now? The referee called a strike as soon as Hojo Kyousuke raised his hand. That speed must have been over 160!"

"He's not the only one who didn't see it. Didn't the batter from Komatsukawa High School also not see it? He was still so confident after the umpire called a strike!"

"One hundred and sixty..."

"One hundred and sixty..."

This number seemed to be contagious, and it kept ringing out among the audience, occasionally mixed with the names of Hojo Kyosuke and Otani Shohei.

"Hahahaha——you've seen how powerful the Sobu High School Ticket Master is! Can you see the "Fire Ball" that goes at a speed of 160 km/h! ? Be prepared, Komatsukawa, I haven't forgotten the revenge of sending me home with a score of 14 to 0 last year! !"

Akizo Mihara in the commentary booth shouted arrogantly. His words came over the speakers, causing the audience who were farther away and didn't see the speed gun to exclaim in surprise.

Komatsukawa's summer coach and others had no time to listen to his nonsense. They were all crowded around the speed gun, staring in amazement.

"There are really 160... How is this possible..."

The previously arrogant Keijin Matsuo looked at the speed gun in doubt and amazement, and his companions all looked as if they had seen a ghost.

The batter on the field, An Tengxi, kept looking towards the sidelines, wishing he could throw his eyeballs and mouthballs onto the speed gun to see what was going on.

"One hundred and sixty, one hundred and sixty... No wonder I didn't react at all..."

He murmured, then looked up at Hojo Kyosuke in front of him, only to see that the other party was not looking at him at all, but was giving a thumbs up to the stands on the sidelines.

He subconsciously looked in that direction and saw that a group of extraordinarily beautiful girls had appeared in the center of the stands.

It was really exaggerated. The stands were shrouded in shadows and were very comfortable, but the area where the girls were was as bright as if it was illuminated by a spotlight. An Tengxi realized that girls could be so beautiful. He stared at them for a long time before figuring it out:

Oh, so it’s because their skin is too white.

"Don't look at it, that's our Hojo-kun's personal cheering group. If you keep looking at it, be careful or the next ball will fly into your face."

A voice woke up the stunned An Tengxi. Subconsciously, an invisible ball appeared in his head and hit his face. He was so scared that he trembled all over.

Only then did he have time to look at the Sobu High School players on the field except Hojo Kyosuke.

Crotch... No, it should be the foot. The catcher Fujikawa Masatake at the foot had a serious expression under his helmet. His catching gloves were taken off, and his right hand kept opening and closing. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the other party's hand seemed to be shaking. The other basemen and outfielders also had serious expressions, but An Tengxi always felt that they seemed...

Very relaxed? Although I was prepared for defense, I couldn't sense any tension from them. It was as if... That's right! The bank vault guards!

Because he knew that no robber could open the vault door, he was very relaxed even though his duty was to guard it.

The door to the vault...

One hundred and six...

These two strings of words appeared alternately in front of An Tengxi's eyes, and he felt that he instantly understood the strange state of the Sobu High School players.

Hojo Kyosuke is the door to the vault. His 160-yard pitch is like an indestructible barrier that no one can break through. The only flaw is his own crotch... the catcher Fujikawa Masashi at his feet.

What does it feel like to catch a ball at 160? He didn't know. Even when he went to the batting cage, he never let the pitching machine throw a ball at this speed. Because it was completely meaningless, he couldn't see it and couldn't hit it.

The report of Nikkan Sports was confirmed. Hojo Kyosuke is indeed worthy of a special grade. What does a 160-yard speed mean? It means that he will dominate this summer!

The scouts and reporters on the sidelines all looked at the man on the field with fiery eyes. His slender figure became even taller at this moment.

The monster appeared.

The referee was also stunned with shock. After he finally swallowed his saliva, he announced that the game would continue.

Hojo Kyosuke was like a machine, retreating, raising his legs, and swinging his arms in exactly the same posture...

"Snapped!"

The referee yelled, "Strike!"

"How much?!"

People on the sidelines couldn't wait to look at the speed gun.

"One hundred and six, still one hundred and six!"

Hojo Kyosuke continued to throw the third pitch.

"nice shot!"

"One hundred and sixteen!"

“The batter is out!!”

An Tengxi dragged his feet to the sidelines with a numb expression. He raised his pitch and looked at the coach, whose face was wrinkled like a newborn baby. He didn't say anything to him, neither blame nor encourage him. The second person they submitted to play was the minister, Sanhaoshin. The minister patted him on the shoulder, sighed, and walked to the field with the bat.

There was not even a moment to mourn An Tengxi's elimination. The next victim was Miyoshi. (End of this chapter)