Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

How do friendships form between men?
After seeing the lustful looks of the villains in the Sobu High School Kendo Club, the fear in the hearts of the members of the Shikamiya High School Baseball Club disappeared in an instant.

When they walked out of the grove, Takashi Oshiro even put his arm around Goro Hata's shoulders and started talking about how to look more handsome after hitting a home run to win the favor of girls.

"Some people like to raise their hands high and greet the audience while running across third base, but I must tell you that this is very stupid. Not only will they look like an elementary school student and only get comments like "he's so cute" from female fans, but they will also arouse hatred from opponents, which is very disadvantageous for subsequent games and will be targeted by opponents..."

"Isn't it nice to be hated by your opponent? It's more fun to fight against such an opponent."

Hatagoro said in confusion.

"Forehead……"

Oshiro Takashi was choked up instantly, and almost forgot who these people were. How could they be afraid of being targeted by their opponents? If the opponents really dared to throw a pitch in retaliation, these guys would definitely swing back, right?

"Anyway, that kind of action is not very cool. My choice is to throw away the bat, adjust the baseball cap, then lower my head and run slowly across third base with light steps. The moment I step onto home plate, I raise my hand and raise my index finger. At this time, I can welcome the cheers of the female fans."

"I see. That's great. There are so many female viewers."

Hata Goro said enviously that those of them who practiced kendo were no match for each other in this regard. If it weren't for the big brother, there wouldn't be any girls in the department, let alone on the field.

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

Takashi Oshiro said modestly that although he had not hit many home runs, it did not prevent him from becoming a celebrity in the school.

"I won't talk about what happened on the field, the most important thing is after the game is over!"

"Huh? Are you talking about the time when you performed poorly on the field and were forced to practice extra after the game by your elder brother? That was indeed hell." Hata Goro said with lingering fear.

"hiss……"

Oshiro Takashi looked at Hojo Kyosuke, who was walking in front, with fear. Even if he was one of his own, would he be beaten if he didn't perform well? He was too cruel. No wonder he could lead Dongcheng to win the national championship three times in a row.

"That's not it. I'm talking about the interaction with fans after the game. If you win, you can invite girls to celebrate with you. 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~"

Gollum—

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

Qi Kexiu, why do we always go out to eat and drink after winning?

"I also want to go to karaoke with a cute girl!!"

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

"This is the problem of the entire Sword Alliance, right? It's because they haven't worked hard to promote kendo, so there are so few female swordsmen and female audiences!"

"Their national competition is broadcast live nationwide, what about us? My grandma asked my mom where she could watch my game, and my mom told her that there was no signal in her hometown, wuwuwu——"

"I think it's the clothing. Think about it, big brother has such a handsome face but he has to wear a mask. How can he attract girls like this? If we wear a full set of protective gear and wield bamboo swords on the field, won't we look like monsters in the dungeon?"

After hearing this wise remark, Hata Goro and the others immediately turned to look at Shikamiya Takashi's men.

Nod, nod of approval.

After making the people from Shikamiya High School feel scared, 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 spiked shoes, black socks, white trousers, a T-shirt with white background and black stripes, and a white baseball cap with a black logo.

The clothes that are neither tight nor too big make the already tall Hojo Kyosuke look even taller. The black socks perfectly outline the shape of the calf muscles, and the baseball cap is 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 protagonist of an otome school manga!

Look at the four beautiful girls with youthful looks and sweet smiles on the left and right sides of the eldest brother.

Ah~how harmonious and perfect match they are.

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

What the hell, the faceless man and Chihiro? Assholes! My Neighbor Totoro should be better!

How could it be possible to repair it? Compared to that, what is our kendo uniform that makes us 20 centimeters shorter when we put it on? ?

Anger burned in the eyes of the people in the Sobu High School Kendo Club.

"If I put on clothes like that, I should be able to grow ten 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 I want to discuss with you."

Hatagoro showed a sincere smile.

"..."

Oshiro Takashi, who was also a bad guy, immediately noticed the other party's ill intentions. He pretended to hesitate and said:
"But Hojo-san is still waiting for us."

"It's okay, it won't take much time, I'll be quick!"

Hatagoro said, and directly grabbed Oshiro Takashi's arm and dragged him into a house that no one knew what it was used for. The most abundant thing on the sports field is a variety of small houses, most of which are places for various clubs to store things or change clothes. Some of them are locked, and some are not, but who cares.

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

Although the minister looked a little embarrassed as he was dragged away, they would never forget the figure who had 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!"

Oshiro Takashi, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his proud head and roared.

Although my death is approaching, I will have no regrets if I can play a game of Gwent.

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

"Since the conflict happened on the baseball field, the winner should decide who is right and who is wrong on the baseball field!"

The noble soul roared:

"Do you dare! Kita... Tsuchiya Ryota! Do you have the guts to have a hearty baseball game with our Shikamiya High School!?"

Dare?

Of course not!
"Don't even think about it!

"Oshiro Takashi, the people standing in front of you now are the invincible army that once dominated the country during 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 had a noble soul, roared.

At that time, Michiru Hyodo covered her face in pain and no longer had the courage to admit their relationship; the people in Shikamiya High were stunned, they never knew that Ryota Tsuchiya, who was ravaged by all parties in the preliminaries, actually had such a strong nerve; Tetsuta Kisaki frowned so hard that he could pinch a fly to death, he realized that this was a dangerous opponent.

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

He was the only one who had to worry about whether his captain would send a bunch of beautiful girls to his room the day before the game to help him relieve stress.

Think about the Neon Mystery Writers Association Awards ceremony that just happened. Anyone who was there would think that people like Masashi Tsuruta who spoke up for justice were heroes, while people like himself who collected dirt on the other side and fought back were villains.

Ugh……

He looked at Kisaki Tetsuta, shook his head and sighed. This situation was hopeless. If one day his team really had no hope of winning, he believed that Kisaki would not be stingy in sending 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 help!
This is baseball!

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

With all the elements of the orthodox and passionate way gathered, Ryota Tsuchiya can still be saved!
It's time to paint the ecological environment you live in with a bright color!
"can!"

He stood up and extended his right hand toward Oshiro Takashi.

"Let's have a good baseball game!"

"Hojo-kun..."

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

You're giving me luxury cars and beautiful girls as gifts. Tugu, you need to be reformed!

Hojo Kyosuke made up his mind.

Hojo Kyosuke's conscience made him retch.

The three clubs are a very large group of people, and they would attract attention even on school days, let alone during the holidays when there are few people around.

A group of dozens of people attracted the attention of the Sobu High School's staying clubs. The first ones were the three or four people from the tennis club. Ayaka Totsuka, who was extremely eager to be masculine, saw the large group and immediately followed with her racket in hand.

"...Really? What an exciting baseball game! So cool!"

The little angel blushed and said excitedly, "This is so manly! Facing doubts and provocations, use a clean and neat victory to fight back against everything! 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 were not many clubs left in school on the first day of the Golden Week. Apart from the sports clubs that were about to have competitions, there were only some mahjong clubs or game clubs that believed that "playing games/mahjong at home would be disliked by parents, so it is better to come to school for happy training."

Soon the group reached the edge of the sports field. The more familiar clubs, such as the athletics department and the football department, immediately came over to find acquaintances to ask what was going on. The basketball department, which was a little further away, also came running over.

Even if you don't work towards winning awards, furthering your studies or finding a job, Japan's clubs are actually pretty good. At least you can easily find partners to play basketball with on the weekends. Even if you're not good at it, you can still participate in some competitions to feel the youthful and passionate atmosphere. When it's time to focus on studying, you can just retire. Otherwise, the time you save will be wasted.

The people in the society quickly found out the whole story from people they knew, and then started discussing it.

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

"Um... yes, they still have, 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 I didn't expect that they haven't disbanded yet?"

Someone who is well-informed gave them some scientific advice:
"You are out of date. I don't know what Tsuchiya did. He actually recruited 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 extra every weekend at school, as if they are risking their lives."

"Hmm... How dare you say that, Baseball Club! Even Hojo-san can't do that, right? I can't imagine myself sitting in the stands at 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 only...if only I could sit in Hanshin Koshien and cheer loudly for my school's baseball team...

Wow……

No, I feel so excited just thinking about it.

Even if you roll back home in one round, it will be enough to become a memory for a lifetime.

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

“Oysters, oysters.”

"Yeah, absolutely impossible."

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

"Hey, Yokoyama, it seems like your soccer club has a very talented new player joining this year? Any hope of getting a place in the national tournament?"

When everyone heard this, they immediately turned to look at the football team, which was one of the few powerful clubs in Sobu High School.

"Ye Shan, the seniors are talking about you."

Soccer club president Yokoyama bumped his shoulder into Hayato Hayama, who quickly bowed and greeted seniors from other clubs.

Even though first-year students basically have no chance to participate in the competition as a regular team, in fact, during such holidays, even if the seniors do not come, the first-year students must come.

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