Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

The coaches and players of Shikumiya High School all took off their baseball caps and held them in their hands. They kept stirring the hats with both hands. Their expressions were filled with hope and fear. The scene changed and it was like Victorian employees coming to the employer to ask for their wages. appearance.

"Coach Yoshii, what a great performance. No wonder Sobu High was not your opponent before. I feel that your results this year will far exceed last year."

Hojo Kyosuke smiled and stretched out his hand. Coach Shikumiya Taka opposite him, who finally had a name, flushed with excitement. He quickly put his hat under his arm, stretched out his hands to hold Hojo Kyosuke's hand tightly, and a bunch of rainbow farts popped out crazily. When I came out, it felt like I had been rehearsing for a long time.

"Let him go about grabbing the court. To be honest, if my school hadn't been bullied, I would have admired you, Coach Yoshii. You coach a team that doesn't even have a baseball field, but you can continue to improve its performance for many years. It’s really amazing.”

Someone said sincerely, compared with this, his own...

He turned around and looked around. Coach Mihara was surrounded by people from the kendo club, bragging about the magic conch.

Well, there's no comparison at all. However, he still prefers the incompetent coach Mihara to the capable coach Yoshii. If you want to ask why, of course it's because he is a tyrant.

After being pardoned, Lu Gonggao and his party instantly burst into laughter, and the frustration in their hearts of being defeated by one person disappeared.

"Thank you for your tolerance and generosity."

Coach Yoshii took the lead, and everyone from the Shikumiya High School Baseball Club bowed. After all, no matter where this matter was mentioned, they were unreasonable. He came to occupy someone else's baseball field, but ended up kicking a fire hydrant. His bones were not broken, thanks to the kindness of the fire hydrant.

Hojo Kyosuke was about to say goodbye when he heard Coach Yoshii continue:

"If Hojo-san is in need, we at Shikumiya High School can fully cooperate with you in your training. After all, I think the strength of the other members of the Sobu High School Baseball Club does not seem to be able to cooperate well with you."

Coach Yoshii has tried to be as tactful as possible. Although he has not seen Hojo Kyosuke's previous training, he can tell some clues from today's game alone. Hojo Kyosuke's ball speed was only 141 at the beginning. After discovering that his players still had the strength to resist, he slowly increased it to 150. Looking at this situation, if Takamiki was stronger, maybe Hojo Kyosuke could improve.

It can be seen that when training with people from Sobu High School, Hojo Kyosuke might not even be able to warm up.

Seeing the excited look on Hojo Kyosuke's face, Coach Yoshii quickly added:

"Although we don't have a baseball field at Shikumiya High School, the related facilities are very complete. The ball server is the latest model. As long as you input the angle, strength and rotation, all the balls can be imitated. Hojo-kun, you only need to try it and you will know how good it is." It’s cool. We also have a bat speed tester and other equipment. If you need it, we can bring it by car to every training.”

Tokyo is expensive, so a large sports field is rare for emerging schools, and this expensiveness does not just refer to the price, but machines can be bought if you have money.

Takami Shu on the side added: "To be honest, people from Sobu Gao often used our machines for training in the past."

"..."

Hojo Kyosuke glanced at the happy Mihara coach and Tsuchiya Qing over there in silence, and he had a deeper understanding of the spinelessness of these people. No wonder these guys were so indifferent when they talked about people from Lu Gong Gao coming to grab the space. It turned out they were enjoying it.

Lu Gonggao had the strength and funds to buy good machinery, but he didn't have the space.

Sobu Taka didn't have the strength or money to buy machines, but he had a good venue.

The former occupied the latter's field for training, while the latter endured the humiliation and secretly used the former's machine training.

What a perfect match between a talented man and a beautiful woman.

He was indeed moved by Shikumiya Taka's proposal. He was confident that he could make independent progress with the physical fitness brought by his kendo talent and the brain brought by his science talent, but the others in the team...

He can't swing the bat in every inning during official games. Either way, the two sides will always score zero points, zero points, zero points, how ugly that is. Moreover, even if his pitching ability further improves, there are many situations that he cannot take into account. Arrived. When the game officially started, he would tremble even after watching the intensive schedule, it was so tiring. Don't expect Sobu Taka to emerge as an ace who suddenly becomes enlightened, but at least have someone of average level who can help him share his worries.

This is why the pitcher's status is so revered. A baseball team can be full of trash, but as long as there is one "Ace" it is enough to win the game.

Now, Shikumiya Taka himself has come to ask for a sparring partner. Coach Yoshii is not a baseball enthusiast like Mihara Shozo, but a coach with real talent and knowledge. While helping to train the Sobu Taka players, he can also teach Hojo Kyosuke more baseball tactics. , maybe it can make the score look better.

Thinking of this, Hojo Kyousuke was about to call Ryota Tsuchiya to come and discuss it together, but something suddenly occurred to him.

"Why do this?" he asked.

"What?" Yoshii didn't respond.

"By helping us train for free like this, I mean, with my presence this year, you Lu Gonggao is destined to not be able to show up."

Hojo Kyosuke asked seriously.

"This..."

Listening to these arrogant words, Coach Yoshii was silent for a while and then smiled bitterly:

"Yes, since we are in the same division as Hojo-san and Sobu Gao, it is 100% impossible for us to stand out in the qualifiers. But...

Even without you Hojo-san, we wouldn’t have been able to qualify! Needless to say, kings such as Nichi Tai Ebara and Fusatsu Academy, and strong ones such as Kanto No. 1 High School and Teikyo High School are not what we can expect. Instead of hoping for the unattainable, it is better to hope that Hojo-kun can represent Bunkyo Ward and win the spot in East Tokyo, and then dominate Koshien, so that we neighbors will also be honored. "

Coach Yoshii's expression was very sincere, and Hojo Kyosuke was very familiar with this mentality.

Isn't this just that I can't beat you, but if everyone can't beat you, then wouldn't I be inferior to one person?

So he expressed his understanding in a familiar manner, agreed directly, and called Ryota Tsuchiya.

"...That's it, Mr. Tsuchiya, you are responsible for handling this matter with Coach Yoshii."

Although he didn't know why he changed from "Tsuchiya-kun" to "Tsuchiya-kun", Tsuchiya Liang was too keen to realize that this was a sign that his ability was recognized by his dear Mr. Ticket. So he stood at attention with excitement and shouted:

"Yes! I will definitely make things work to your satisfaction, Mr. Hojo!"

"...Very good, very energetic! Go ahead, training starts today. As for the goal, let's set the next training match as a whole team to work hard to get one point from Shikumiya Taka."

Hojo Kyosuke smiled. Baseball is so cruel. Even in Koshien, some schools often have their heads shaved. This is the problem of the so-called weak chicken division and monster division.

For example, in Tokyo, there are so many schools that they need to be divided into two competition areas. In East Tokyo, where Hojo Kyosuke is located, there are more than 140 schools participating. Even if they are all rubbish, the rubbish produced by fighting among more than 100 rubbish is extremely high. waste.

This is also the reason why Neon Animation only says "Let's go to Koshien together" instead of "Win the championship in Koshien". Just stepping onto that court is a win!

The title "Ticket Master" already expresses everyone's expectations very well.

After reluctantly looking at the majestic back of my dear Mr. Ticketmaster for a long time, Ryota Tsuchiya turned around and faced the tall man named Shikumiya.

Coach Yoshii smiled and said: "Minister Tsuchiya..."

"What Minister Tsuchiya!?"

Ryota Tsuchiya interrupted sharply, which frightened everyone in Shikumiya High School into confusion.

"From today on, please call me the respected Lord Tugu!"

The loyal sycophant emphasized with a serious look on his face.

"..."

The people in Lu Gonggao looked at each other in confusion, unable to understand what this idiot was going crazy about. However, they are all good men who can bend and stretch. When they heard this, they immediately smiled and called "Tugu Qing".

"Hahahaha~~"

Seeing the fawning look of his old enemy, Tsuchiya Ryota felt extremely happy for a moment. After enjoying it a lot, we started to seriously discuss the future training. He has studied history and knows that sycophants are not just trash. On the contrary, sycophants who can be remembered for thousands of years are all capable people. After all, it is easy to govern a country, so just leave it alone. Meeting the monarch's requirements is indeed extremely difficult and a test of ability.

On the other side, Hojo Kyosuke walked to the podium beside the sports field, looked around and started to get entangled. Should he continue chatting with his beautiful girl band, or should he continue to practice for his idiot subordinates in the kendo club?

Fortunately, he has always been a decisive and resolute person. He didn't hesitate for even 0.001 seconds, and walked happily towards Hyōdo Michiru and her friends with a smile.

"Kyosuke!"

A clear shout suddenly sounded, like a thunder that resounded through Hojo Kyousuke's mind.

Turning around, what I saw was an angel standing in the light.

The angel's eyes were bright and his smile was brighter than the sun. He trotted towards him with his brown ponytail shaking.

"Sakura."

Hojo Kyousuke turned around without stopping, straightened his long legs and strode towards her.

"Kyosuke!"

Sakura Yamauchi jogged, her white pleated skirt fluttering, her steps light and full of energy.

Hojo Kyousuke opened his arms, but failed to embrace the girl in his arms. Instead, he held a bouquet of flowers.

A bouquet of roses.

A bouquet of roses that even he needed to wrap his arms around to encompass.

Bright red and full of vitality, roses are as red as blood in the sun.

Inside the white packaging, countless roses were crowded together. Hojo Kyousuke's sight was completely blocked, and he could not even see Yamauchi Sakura standing in front of him.

"Why are you sending me flowers?"

"When did you come?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Are you hungry?"

A series of questions came from Hojo Kyosuke's mouth, but Yamauchi Sakura over there just laughed, with a clear and sweet voice.

Everyone on the sports field looked over, such a big bouquet of roses, such a beautiful girl, and a boy surrounded by girls and roses.

"Why are you sending flowers to Kyosuke?"

Sakura reached out and pulled out a flower from the bouquet, pinched off most of the branches, then stood on tiptoes and pinned it on Kyousuke's ear.

"Don't flowers go well with Kyousuke?"

She giggled, turned around, looked around, and asked.

"Hey, Kisaki, Kyosuke won the game, can't I send you flowers?"

"Of course, that's your right."

Kisaki Tetsuta bowed slightly. The reason why he dared to come forward was that he accurately understood the mistress's thoughts and knew that the other party wanted to make his eldest brother more honorable and happy, which required an audience.

Yamauchi Sakura looked again, and her smile became brighter:

"Hey, pretty girl over there, if this bouquet of flowers belonged to you, would you just give it to Kyosuke?"

"Huh? Me?"

Hyodo Michiru, who was watching the excitement, was stunned for a moment, pointed his index finger at himself and asked stupidly.

Sakura nodded: "Yes."

"Of course, Hojo-san deserves all the praise for his performance in the game just now."

Hyōdo Michiru nodded heavily. People who play rock music obviously understand romance better than those who play baseball.

"Hehe~~"

Yamauchi Sakura smiled proudly, and then changed the subject:

"What a beautiful idea~ I bought this specially. It cost me a month's pocket money~ If you really want to send flowers to Kyousuke, just use your own money to buy them."

Hyōdo Michiru had never seen a girl change her attitude so quickly, but she immediately laughed and promised that she would definitely buy flowers with her own money next time.

Tetsuta Kisaki's hands and feet trembled slightly as he listened. With an IQ of 250, he keenly discerned something unspeakable from this passage, but he didn't know if the new Miss Hyōdo understood it.

Yamauchi Sakura glanced around and saw the envy in everyone's eyes with satisfaction, convinced that his Kyousuke was now the most handsome boy in the crowd.

The smile on her face became even happier, she went around to the side and grabbed Kyosuke's arm, and the two of them walked towards a deserted shadow.

"Why did you think of sending roses? Even if you want to celebrate your victory, you wouldn't give them this." Hojo Kyosuke asked with a smile.

"Huh? I just think this flower is very conspicuous, just like you, Kyosuke."

Yamauchi Sakura giggled. She just wanted to give flowers to her Kyousuke. Who cares what flowers he stipulated? This is what she wants to give, not to anyone else.

"Hahaha, okay~"

Hojo Kyosuke smiled even more happily, lowered his head and took a deep breath in front of the flowers.

Well, the rose fulfilled its instinct very well, not a trace of fragrance came out, only the freshness of dew.

"Thank you, my Sakura."

He grabbed the bottom of the bouquet with one hand, pulled out a rose with the other hand, and inserted it into her hair like Sakura did.

"Hana and Sakura go well together."

His voice was so gentle that it almost seemed like it was melting.

Yamauchi Sakura raised her hand and gently touched the new hairpin, wrinkled her little nose playfully.

"I already knew this, otherwise why would Kyousuke send me flowers since I was a child?"

She said matter-of-factly.

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