Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

"I am still far behind my predecessors. I need to be taken care of on the field."

Hayato Hayama scratched his head and said these humble words casually. With his golden hair and bright smile, he looked like a handsome male protagonist.

As expected, everyone in the football club burst into laughter, clearly having a lot of fun. Others also became more fond of this genius.

"Hayama-san should be the most powerful person among this year's freshmen, right? Whether it's athletic talent or looks, I don't think there's anyone better than him in the whole school."

A first-year from the soccer club complimented, looking at Hayato Hayama with eyes full of envy.

"Just this week I saw four girls handing love letters to Ye Shan, and this morning there was even a girl handing him a morning gift. Ah, I'm so envious."

"You have to come and train with us during your vacation. It's really hard for you, Ye Shan."

"No, no, actually I..."

"Otherwise, if I think about you dating a girl while we're training so hard, I'll go crazy. It's great that you can come to the training."

Everyone was laughing and making noises, but suddenly a discordant voice sounded:

"Shouldn't the most popular boy be Hojo-san?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's laughter disappeared instantly. The person who spoke looked at Hayato Hayama cautiously with embarrassment, only to see that his stiff face was filled with smiles again.

"I think what Hojo-san said cannot be compared with us ordinary students."

He smiled and said sincerely:
"Although we are in the same class, I even want to apply to the sports festival committee to ban Hojo-san from participating in the competition. After all, that's too much bullying, isn't it?"

Hayato Hayama spread his hands, and his words caused everyone to nod.

As they were talking, everyone turned their eyes to the man standing on the baseball field.

The white brim of the baseball cap blocked the glaring sunlight and cast a shadow on his face, which had a gentle smile on it. He only needed to nod slightly to make the teacher who was explaining the tactics flattered and ecstatic.

Hojo Kyosuke, the man standing at the top of Sobu High School. He is so outstanding that everyone subconsciously ignores him when discussing students.

It was the first time that Hojo Kyosuke listened to his own coach's lecture. It was quite a novel feeling. He finally understood why the team was led by the captain Tsuchiya in the previous training sessions.

The part-time driver's coach was called Mihara Shozo, with a Mediterranean hairstyle and a short stature, but unfortunately he wasn't fat, otherwise he could perform a meat bomb attack by curling up his arms and legs. He wasn't a teacher at the school, but a social animal working in an unknown small company. He would never come to school during club activities, and could only come to join in the fun during holidays.

Anyway, it's just to make up the numbers, as long as he can call a timeout, who says that fans can't be coaches. And although Mihara Shozo has no ability, he is actually very popular in the baseball team. As for the reason, this coach Mihara will invite the baseball team members to have a big meal together after every weekend training, although it is just ordinary fast food. Occasionally, when he is short of money, he will bring everyone to his single apartment and cook for himself.

Of course, the small apartment couldn't accommodate so many people, so every time everyone stood in the corridor leaning against the railings to eat and chat. What else can you ask for from a coach who doesn't charge a penny and brings his own dry food? Although life is a little hard, this youthful thing makes everyone very happy.

Juju Nekoda quietly told Hojo Kyosuke that one time when he went to play marbles with Coach Mihara on the weekend, he accidentally heard the coach bragging to his neighbors about how respected he was in the baseball club and how the students regarded him as a spiritual pillar. He could have coached a baseball giant, but stayed in the weak Sobu High School because he couldn't bear to leave those lovely children.

Everyone in the baseball club is a good person, and of course they won't expose Coach Mihara. They just blackmail him into treating him to a bunch of big meals, probably changing from Yoshinoya to a 2,000 yen yakiniku buffet, in exchange for pretending to be cute and obedient in front of Coach Mihara's neighbors and colleagues. While squeezing the wallets hard, they also provide emotional value hard. This is the loving Sobu High School baseball club.

By the way, sometimes when Mihara Shozo was bullied on an outdoor baseball field, he would immediately call over the entire baseball team.

"…This is how it goes, and then that and that. Just like we practiced every day. Do you understand, Hojo-kun?"

Coach Mihara looked at Hojo Kyosuke seriously. The latter was silent for a while and then nodded heavily.

"Just like normal practice, right? I get it!"

Someone said seriously.

As expected, it is better not to have any expectations of the coach who bribes his teammates by treating them to meals to keep his coaching position.

"I'll leave it to you. I believe you can create a miracle! Don't have any psychological burden, just perform normally."

Hojo Kyosuke nodded heavily again, satisfying the coach's desire to perform.

Coach Mihara laughed out loud, thinking that his excellent tactical arrangement had increased the team's winning rate by at least ten points.

Today is my day to prove myself!
The middle-aged man with Mediterranean hair tugged at his baseball cap, then folded his arms across his chest, confident that he had a plan in place.

Finally, he raised his head and looked towards Shikamiya Gao, and was surprised to find that they also had a coach.

"Tugu, did Shikamiya Gao's coach just arrive?" he asked puzzledly.

"No, he was also in the grove just now, but he was kneeling behind the city and hiding himself." Ryota Tsuchiya explained.

"..."

So, this conflict, which seemed like it would be easily settled if only one teacher was present, actually broke out when two teachers were present. It was just that one teacher happily went out for a ride in his new car, while the other teacher knelt on the ground obediently and used the students as a shield.

In the team of Lugong Gao

"…Everyone knows the strength of Sobu High School. Even my grandson can beat them up. The only variable now is Hojo Kyosuke. I think they are pinning all their hopes on him. I know that Hojo is a very good hitter. Although I haven't seen it, I guess he probably honed his bat swinging skills while hitting people.

From what I know about Mihara Shozo, he would definitely put Hojo in the fourth batter position. Why? Because that's what's shown on TV, and that guy got all his understanding of baseball from TV. You must not think of him as a master."

“Hahaha, how could we possibly misunderstand Coach Mihara~” Everyone in Shikamiya Gao laughed.

"Arnold, I still don't understand why Hojo must be assigned as the fourth batter."

When Coach Shikamiya Gao heard this, he was about to start scolding, but after looking at the person who was saying it, he swallowed his words and explained obediently:

"The person holding the bat is the offensive team. To score, they need to hit the ball and then step over first, second and third base to get back to home plate. However, not everyone can hit a home run, so generally speaking, it is good enough to advance to one base with each bat. Therefore, during the first three batting innings, the coach will arrange players with high batting averages to play, with the goal of occupying as many bases as possible.

The ideal situation is that when the fourth batter comes on the field, first, second and third bases are already occupied by his teammates. In this way, if the fourth batter hits a fly ball or a home run, he can directly get four points. Even if the bases are not loaded, he can get as many points as possible. "

After he finished speaking, he looked at the others and said contemptuously:

"But it's obvious that idiot Mihara has no idea of ​​the strength of his players. Strikeouts, I need three strikeouts!"

He patted a team member on the shoulder:
"Takami, can you do this? Just give them three eliminations and leave Hojo Kyosuke no chance to appear at all!"

"This……"

Shikamiya High's ace pitcher Takamiki was a little hesitant, and the coach immediately said:

"You have to think about it carefully. If you let Hojo Kyousuke play, it would be good if he can hit your pitch, but if he misses, he will hit you."

"Hey! Promise to complete the mission!"

Gao Jianshu shouted, even if not for the safety of his teammates and coach, he had to fight for his own life!
"Good! That's it, very spirited!"

Everyone looked at each other and saw the burning fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

Takashi Oshiro looked around and nodded with satisfaction. Very good, everyone has a reason to lose.

Yes, even though he was the one who proposed the competition, he never thought about winning. Competition comes second and friendship comes first. This is not just empty talk. He just transferred the conflict between the two sides to the baseball field. Hojo-kun never said that the loser would be beaten! On the contrary, if everyone beats Hojo-kun and makes him lose face, that would be a disaster.

Baseball is not about fighting and killing, it's about human relationships and social etiquette. Be careful that the bat doesn't slip out of your hands and hit someone on the head accidentally!
The people in Lugonggao formed a circle and stretched out their right hands and put them together.

"One, two, three, you lose!"

oh oh oh-

"Student, you have heard our tactics. Can you return to your team now?"

Coach Shikamiya Gao asked with a smile on his face.

Hatagoro, who was cheering with his hands in the air and laughing as happily as a husky, was stunned.

"Is it over already?" he murmured.

"Yes, it's over. The game will start soon."

The coach smiled. This villain should be able to fully convey our intentions to Hojo-kun, right?
“Do happy times always pass so quickly?”

Hatagoro put down his hand in despair:
"It's so sudden. I just found a little bit of feeling welcomed."

He turned dejectedly and walked towards his fellow goblin wizards.

"Hey? Goro, wait a minute."

Oshiro Takashi shouted hurriedly.

"what?"

"Clothes, clothes..."

Oshiro pointed at himself and then at Hatagoro. The two had exchanged uniforms on the way here.

"Can you let me wear it for a little while longer? I'm just getting the hang of it."

Hata Goro gently stroked the Shikamiya High School baseball uniform on his body, with reluctance written all over his face.

"hiss……"

Oshiro Takashi took a deep breath. What was going on? Why did he suddenly feel like he was being bullied?
I wanted to give it to you as a gift, but my empty wallet wouldn't allow it.

"Well, Goro, our baseball uniforms aren't that great. The fabric and workmanship are far inferior to your kendo uniform. If I didn't feel like I was taking advantage of you, I would have wanted to trade with you."

"Exchange, really!?"

Hata Goro's eyes lit up.

"Ah? But your kendo uniform looks like it's enough to buy several sets of my baseball uniforms, right?"

Oshiro Takashi wondered. Although he was not a professional, he could feel the clothes on his body. He could only say that the kendo uniform of Hatagoro was very comfortable. The fabric was neither soft nor hard, and the size was just right. He could feel the soft fabric when he raised his hands and feet. It was close to his body but not tight. It was a real high-end product. To be honest, he also wanted to say to Hatagoro, "Your clothes are very comfortable."

"Well, I can't tell the good from the bad. Anyway, they are all issued by the department. If they are lost or damaged, you can get them for free."

Hatagoro said casually.

"..."

Oshiro Takashi was silent. Is the difference in treatment between the kendo club and the baseball club at Sobu High School so great? If he remembered correctly, when Tsuchiya Ryota and his group competed before, they didn't even have the funds to rent a bus. They took the subway to the competition. If they wanted to keep their uniforms after graduation, they had to pay to buy them...

In the end, Hatagoro exchanged his clothes back, not because he suddenly came to his senses, but because...

"The commander is too familiar with our kendo uniforms. He will cut us down as soon as he sees them. Dacheng, you are a good guy. I don't want to hurt you."

The kind-hearted Hata Goro said this, and Oshiro Takashi was so moved that he burst into tears. He was really moved, so moved that he dared not move.

Walking onto the baseball field with stiff steps, players from both teams lined up, took off their hats, and bowed to each other.

The spectators at the baseball field did not sit in the stands. After all, the stands were called stands, but they were only used to build podiums and for couples to date, and were not suitable for watching the game at all.

What’s more, didn’t you see the beautiful girl band on the sidelines!

The drum set, guitar, bass and speakers are all in place.

"Well, Hojo-kun, I was the one who drove over to get the drum set back. Let me tell you, our bus is really great. It can still serve for at least another two hundred years!"

Coach Mihara came to take credit, and Ryota Tsuchiya next to him, not to be outdone, said that he had someone coordinate the sound system and electrical wires to ensure that Hojo-kun would enjoy the warmest cheers.

"..."

Just be happy.

Hojo Kyosuke smiled helplessly, he even had an illusion - am I some kind of overbearing CEO playing around in the world?

Is the next plot that I come on the field and lose miserably, and in anger I take out my checkbook to buy the opponent's Kanoya Gao?

No, he was not that kind of good guy, and he didn't need that kind of decent method to make the Shikamiya High School baseball team admit defeat.

"Are we going to start? I'm a little nervous."

Curly-haired Himekawa Tokino said in a low voice.

"Nervous? Shouldn't that mean you're burning up?"

Michiru Hyodo played her guitar and smiled. (End of this chapter)