Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

How is friendship achieved between men?

After seeing the lustful appearance of the villains of the Sobu High School Kendo Club, the fear of the people in the Shikamiya High School Baseball Club disappeared in an instant.

When they walked out of the grove, Oshiro Takashi had even put his arm around Hata Goro's shoulders and began to talk about how to be more handsome and get more favor from girls after hitting a home run.

"Some people like to run across third base while raising their hands and greeting the audience, but I must tell you that this is very stupid. Not only will you look like an elementary school student and only get the evaluation of "he is so cute" from the female fans, but it will also cause hatred from the opponent, which is very disadvantageous for the subsequent games and will be targeted by the opponent..."

"Isn't it good to be hated by the opponent? It's more interesting to chop such an opponent. "

Hata Goro said puzzledly.

"Uh..."

Oshiro Takashi was choked for a moment, almost forgetting who this person was. How could they be afraid of being targeted by the opponent? If the opponent really dared to throw a pitch in retaliation, these guys would definitely swing back, right?

"Anyway, that kind of action is very uncool. My choice is to throw away the bat, adjust the baseball cap, and then lower my head and run slowly across the third base with brisk steps. The moment I step on the home plate, I raise my hand and raise my index finger. At this time, I can welcome the cheers of female fans. "

"I see, that's great, there are so many female spectators. "

Hata Goro said enviously. They are completely inferior to the other side in this aspect of kendo. If it weren't for the big brother's sign, there would be no girls in the department, let alone on the field.

"Hahaha, it's just so-so. As long as you play well, you will attract more girls. "

Takashi Oshiro said reservedly. Although he didn't hit many home runs, it didn't prevent him from becoming a celebrity in the school.

"Let's not talk about the things on the field. The most important thing is after the game!"

"Huh? Are you talking about the big brother practicing extra after the game for not performing well on the field? That's really hell." Hata Goro said with lingering fear.

"Hiss..."

Takashi Oshiro looked at Hojo Kyosuke who was walking in front with fear. Even if he was one of his own people, he would be beaten if he didn't perform well? It was too cruel. No wonder he could lead Dongcheng to achieve three consecutive national championships.

"That's not it. I'm talking about the interaction with fans after the game. If you win, you can invite girls to celebrate together. If you lose, you can pretend to be pitiful and let girls comfort you. No matter what the situation is, the place I recommend most is karaoke. Psychedelic lights, restless music, ambiguous environment, and then, Goro, you know~"

Gurgle——

Hata Goro swallowed hard, and then he found that the sound of his swallowing was so loud. He turned around and saw that it was his friends who were also swallowing. Everyone looked at each other and saw each other's envy.

Qi Kexiu, why do we go to eat and drink after winning.

"I also want to go to karaoke with cute girls! !"

"Why haven't we lost? I also want to cry on a girl's chest!"

"Is this the problem of the entire sword alliance? It's because they didn't work hard to promote kendo, so there are so few female swordsmen and female audiences!"

"Their national competition is broadcast live nationwide, but what about us! My grandmother asked my mother where she could watch my competition, and my mother told her that there was no signal in her hometown, so woo woo woo——"

"I think it's a problem with the clothes. Think about it, my brother has to wear a mask with such a handsome face. How can he attract girls like this? Wearing full protective gear and wielding bamboo swords on the field, don't we look like monsters in the dungeon! "

Hearing this wise speech, Hata Goro and others immediately turned to look at the people from Shikamiya Takashi.

Nodding, nodding in agreement.

After looking at the people from Shikamiya Takashi with fear, they looked at the people from the Sobu High School baseball club who were surrounding the eldest brother in front.

Nodding, nodding thoughtfully.

Finally, everyone focused their attention on the person walking in front.

From bottom to top, there are white spikes, black socks, white trousers, a T-shirt with black stripes on a white background, and a white baseball cap with a black logo.

The clothes that are neither tight nor bulky make the already tall Hojo Kyosuke's posture even more upright, the black socks perfectly outline the shape of the calf muscles, and the baseball cap full of sporty atmosphere...

The most important thing is, A face that looks tough and handsome from any angle.

He is sunny and handsome, just like the hero of a school manga!

Look at the four beautiful girls on the left and right of the big brother.

Ah~ How harmonious and well-matched.

Hata Goro couldn't imagine what he and others would look like standing among those beautiful girls in kendo uniforms. It was totally out of place!

What? Faceless Man and Chihiro? Asshole! My Neighbor Totoro should be better!

Qi Kexiu, compared to that, what is our kendo uniform that makes you 20 centimeters shorter when you put it on! ?

The people in the kendo club of Sobu High School were furious.

"If I put on that kind of clothes, I should be 10 centimeters taller, right?"

Hata Goro, the shortest among the group, murmured.

Mihashi Ryoma looked around and gave a positive answer.

"Hey, Mr. Oshiro, I have something to discuss with you."

Hata Goro smiled sincerely.

"..."

Oshiro Takashi, who was also a bad guy, immediately noticed the other party's ill intentions. He pretended to hesitate and said:

"But Hojo is still waiting for us."

"It's okay, it won't take much time, I'll move faster!"

Hata Goro said, and directly took Oshiro Takashi's arm and dragged him into a house that he didn't know what it was used for. The most abundant thing on the sports field is various small houses, most of which are places for various clubs to store things or change clothes. Some have locked doors, and some are not locked, but who cares.

The people of Shikamiya Gao all saluted the minister who was dragged away, and silently blessed the wise and powerful minister who helped them escape from death.

Although the minister was dragged away at this moment, they would not forget the figure who fought for their fate in the grove three minutes ago. Facing the terrifying Hojo Kyosuke, the minister was kneeling, but his soul stood up!

"Let's play a game of Gwent!"

Kneeling on the ground, Takashi Oshiro raised his proud head and roared.

Although his death is approaching, he will die without regrets if he can play a game of Gwent.

This is how Hojo Kyosuke translated it in his head. In fact, Takashi Oshiro invited him to a baseball game.

"Since it was a conflict on the baseball field, the right and wrong should be decided by the victory or defeat on the baseball field!"

The noble soul roared:

"Dare you! Kita... Ryota Tsuchiya! Do you have the courage to play a hearty baseball game with our Kakamiya High School!?"

Dare you?

Of course not!

"Don't even think about it!

Takashi Oshiro, the people standing in front of you now are the invincible army that once dominated the country in junior high school and won three consecutive national championships. If you have even a little bit of shame, you should have a hearty kendo duel with them!"

Ryota Tsuchiya, who also has a noble soul, also roared.

At that time, Hyodo Michiru covered her face in pain, no longer having the courage to admit that the two were related; the people of Shikamiya High were stunned, they never knew that Tsuchiya Ryota, who was ravaged by all parties in the preliminaries, had such a strong face; Kisaki Tetsuta's brows were so furrowed that he could pinch a fly to death, he realized that this was a dangerous opponent.

Hojo Kyosuke took a deep breath and once again confirmed that the script he got was a villain. Others' baseball and kendo are all about bonds, friendship, teacher-student pain, childhood sweethearts, or even a love triangle...

Only he needs to worry about whether his captain will stuff a bunch of beautiful girls into his room the day before the game to help him relieve stress.

Think about the award ceremony of the Neon Mystery Writers Association Awards that just passed. At that time, anyone who came would think that people like Tsuruta Masao who spoke up for justice were heroes, and people like himself who collected the opponent's black material and fought back were villains.

Alas...

He looked at Kisaki Tetsuta, shook his head and sighed. This is hopeless. If one day his team really has no hope of winning, he believes that Xisaki will not be stingy to send out assassins to treat the other team to five pounds of laxatives.

But this is not his problem. After all, when he first met Xisaki, this guy even wanted to plot against him.

But Tsuchiya Ryota...

There is still hope!

This is baseball!

Youth, passion, friendship, shouting, Koshien, singing, kneeling down and crying, driving a truck to shovel soil...

With all the elements of passion, Tsuchiya Ryota can still be saved!

It's time to paint the ecological environment you live in with a bright color!

"Okay!"

He stood up and stretched out his right hand to Oshiro Takashi.

"Let's have a hearty baseball game!"

"Hojo-kun..."

Tsuchiya Ryota shouted anxiously, and before he could finish his words of dissuasion, he was glared back by a death ray.

Giving luxury cars and beautiful girls, Tsuchiya, you need to be reformed!

Hojo Kyosuke made up his mind.

Hojo Kyosuke's conscience retched.

The three clubs were a very large group of people, and they would attract attention even on school days, not to mention the sparsely populated holiday time.

A group of dozens of people attracted the attention of the Sobu High School clubs, and the first was the three or four people from the tennis club. After seeing the large group, Totsuka Ayaka, who was extremely eager to be masculine, immediately followed with a racket.

"... Really? A hearty baseball game! So handsome!"

The little angel said excitedly with a blushing face, this is so manly! In the face of doubts and provocations, fight back with a clean and neat victory! Isn't this the meaning of sports competition!

Totsuka also wanted to prove himself to everyone in the tennis club like this, but unfortunately everyone in the club just wanted to leave early or quit the club, and didn't care how strong the president was.

There weren't many clubs left at school on the first day of the Golden Week. Apart from the sports clubs that were about to compete, there were only some Mahjong clubs or gaming clubs that had the idea that "playing games/mahjong at home would be frowned upon by parents, so it's better to come to school and have fun with the training."

Soon, the group walked to the edge of the sports field. The more familiar clubs, such as the athletics club and the soccer club, immediately came over to ask the familiar people what was going on. The basketball clubs that were a little further away also came over.

Even if the clubs in Japan don’t work hard for winning awards, further education, or finding jobs, they are actually pretty good. At least if you want to play basketball on the weekend, you can easily find a partner. Even if you don’t have good skills, you can participate in some competitions to feel the atmosphere of youth and passion. When it’s time to focus on studying, you can just retire. Otherwise, the time saved is actually wasted.

The club members quickly found out the whole story from their acquaintances, and then started to discuss it.

"Baseball game? Hey, Qingdao, does our school have a baseball club? I remember you were in the baseball club in junior high school?"

"Uh... yes, but haven't they disbanded the club yet? I remember when I enrolled, I heard that they hadn't won a single game in the East Tokyo qualifiers for four consecutive years, so I thought they were about to disband, but they haven't been disbanded yet?"

Someone who was well-informed gave them some scientific advice:

"You are out of date. I don't know what Tsuchiya did, but he actually pulled Hojo into the baseball club. I heard that their goal this year is to win the Koshien championship! In recent weeks, the baseball club has been practicing every weekend at school, as if they are risking their lives."

"Hiss... How dare you say that, baseball club! Even Hojo can't do it, right? I can't imagine that I would sit in the audience of Koshien to cheer for our school's baseball team. That's too magical."

Although the person who spoke was mocking the baseball club, his words still caused beautiful fantasies to emerge in the minds of the people around him.

If...if I could sit in Hanshin Koshien and cheer loudly for my school's baseball team...

Wow...

I can't take it anymore. I feel so excited just thinking about it.

Even if I go back home after one round, it will be enough to become a lifetime memory.

This is the status of baseball and Koshien in Japan. Even if I just sit in the stands to cheer for my classmates and watch them sweat on the field, whether they lose or win, it is enough to recall that game and drink a big glass of cold beer after driving a taxi at the age of 60.

"Oysters, oysters."

"Yeah, absolutely impossible."

"Yeah, think about it, it's better to look forward to the soccer team than the baseball team."

"Hey, Yokoyama, it seems that your soccer team has a very powerful newcomer this year? Is there any hope of getting a place in the national competition?"

When everyone heard this, they immediately turned their heads to look at the soccer team. This is one of the few powerful clubs in Sobu High School.

"Hayama, the seniors are talking about you."

The soccer club president Yokoyama bumped Hayama Hayato with his shoulder, and the latter quickly bowed and greeted the seniors from other clubs.

Although first-year students basically have no chance to participate in the game as a regular, in fact, during such a holiday, even if the seniors don't come, the first-year students must come.

We have to pick up the balls, wash the clothes and clean the field! (End of this chapter)