Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 737 My Kyousuke must enjoy the honor surrounded by flowers
The coach and players of Shikamiya High School took off their baseball caps and held them in their hands, twisting the caps with both hands. Their expressions showed both anticipation and fear. The scene changed and it was like hired workers in the Victorian era coming to their employers to ask for their wages.

"Coach Yoshii, what an outstanding performance! No wonder Sobu High School was no match for you before. I feel that your performance this year will far exceed that of last year."

Hojo Kyosuke smiled and extended his hand. Coach Kakashi Shikamiya, who finally had a name, was so excited that his face turned red. He quickly tucked his hat under his arm, stretched out his hands and tightly held Hojo Kyosuke's hands. A bunch of flattery came out like crazy, as if they had been rehearsed for a long time.

"Let's just let him go about the baseball field grabbing issue. To be honest, if it wasn't my school that was being bullied, I would actually admire you, Coach Yoshii. It's really amazing that you can coach a team that doesn't even have a baseball field and still continuously improve its results for many years."

Someone sincerely sighed, compared to him, his own...

He turned his head and saw Coach Mihara surrounded by people from the Kendo Club, bragging loudly.

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

After being pardoned, Shikamiya Gao and his group were instantly filled with smiles, and the frustration of being defeated by one person disappeared.

“Thank you for your tolerance and generosity.”

Coach Yoshii took the lead, and the members of the Shikamiya High School baseball team bowed one after another. After all, no matter how you look at it, they are in the wrong. They came to occupy someone else's baseball field, but ended up kicking a fire hydrant. They were grateful for the fire hydrant's kindness for not breaking their bones.

Just as Hojo Kyosuke was about to say goodbye to the other party, he heard Coach Yoshii continue:

"If Hojo-san needs it, we at Shikamiya High School can fully cooperate with you in training. After all, I think the strength of the other members of the Sobu High School baseball team is indeed not enough to cooperate with you."

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

From this we can see that when Hojo Kyosuke usually trains with the people from Sobu High School, he probably can't even be considered a warm-up.

Seeing the interested look on Hojo Kyousuke's face, Coach Yoshii quickly added:
"Although we don't have a baseball field at Shikamiya High School, we have a full range of related facilities. The pitching machine is the latest model. As long as you input the angle, strength and rotation, all balls can be simulated. Hojo-kun, you will know how cool it is once you try it. We also have a batting speedometer and other instruments. If you need them, we can bring them here every time you train."

Land is expensive in Tokyo, so large sports fields are hard to come by for new schools. And the expensiveness doesn’t just refer to the price, as anyone with money can buy the machines.

Takamiki at the side added: "To be honest, the people at Sobu High School used to use our machines for training."

"..."

Hojo Kyosuke looked at the overjoyed Coach Mihara and Tsuchiya in silence, and had a deeper understanding of the spinelessness of these people. No wonder these guys were so indifferent to the people from Shikamiya High School grabbing the venue, it turned out that they were enjoying it.

Lugong Gao has the ability and funds to buy good machines, but lacks the venue.

Sobu High School does not have the strength or funds to buy machines, but it has a good venue.

The former occupied the latter's training ground, and the latter endured the humiliation and secretly used the former's machines for training.

What a match made in heaven - a talented man and a beautiful woman.

He was indeed tempted by Shikamiya Gao's suggestion. He was confident that he could improve independently with his physical fitness brought by his kendo talent and his brain brought by his science talent, but the other people in the team...

In the official game, he couldn't go up and swing the bat in every inning. It would be very ugly if both teams kept scoring zero points, zero points, zero points, and zero points. Moreover, even if his pitching ability was further improved, there would be many situations that he couldn't take into account. When the official game started, the intensive schedule would make even him shudder. It was too tiring. He didn't expect Sobu High School to have a sudden enlightened ace. At least he could have someone of average level who could make the opponent score less points to help him share the burden.

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

Now Shikamiya High School has come to ask for a sparring partner. Coach Yoshii is not a baseball enthusiast like Mihara Akizo, but a coach with real skills and knowledge. While helping to train the Sobu High School players, he can also teach Hojo Kyosuke more baseball tactics, which may make the scoring look better.

Thinking of this, Hojo Kyosuke was about to wave his hand and call Tsuchiya Ryota to come over to discuss together, but he suddenly thought of something.

"Why do you do this?" he asked.

"What?" Yoshii didn't respond.

"You are helping us train for free. What I mean is that with my presence this year, you, Shikamiya Gao, are destined to not be able to show up."

Hojo Kyosuke asked seriously.

"This..."

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

"Yes, we are in the same division as Hojo-san and Sobu High School, so there is absolutely no chance for us to make it past the preliminaries. But...

Even without you, Hojo-san, we wouldn't have made it! Not to mention the champions like Nippon Sports University Ebara and Nishomatsu Gakusha, we can't even hope to win against strong teams like Kanto First High School and Teikyo High School. Instead of hoping for something that's out of reach, we should hope that Hojo-kun can win the East Tokyo spot on behalf of Bunkyo Ward and then dominate Koshien, so that we, the neighbors, will be honored."

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

Doesn’t this mean that I can’t beat you, but if no one can beat you, then wouldn’t I be second only to you?
So he expressed his familiarity and agreed directly, and called Ryota Tsuchiya.

"...That's it, Mr. Tsuchiya. You will be in charge of handling this matter with Coach Yoshii."

Although he didn't know why he changed from "Tsuchiya-kun" to "Tsuchiya-sama", Tsuchiya Ryota keenly realized that this was a sign that his ability was recognized by his dear ticket-holder. So he stood at attention with an excited look and shouted:

"Yes! I will definitely make sure that things are done to satisfy Hojo-kun!"

"... Very good, you are very energetic! Let's go, the training starts today. As for the goal, let's set it as everyone's best effort to get a point from Shikamiya Takashi in the next training match."

Hojo Kyosuke smiled. Baseball was such a cruel thing. Even in Koshien, there were often schools where students had their heads shaved bald. This was the so-called problem of the weak division and the monster division.

For example, in Tokyo, there are so many schools that it needs to be divided into two divisions. In East Tokyo where Hojo Kyosuke is located, there are more than 140 schools participating in the competition. Even if they are all trash, the trash that emerges from the fight among more than 100 trash will be the ultimate trash.

This is why Japanese anime only say "Let's go to Koshien together" instead of "Win the Koshien". As long as you step into that stadium, you win!

The title "Ticket Master" has already well expressed everyone's expectations.

After looking at the tall and majestic figure of his dear ticket man for a long time with reluctance, Ryota Tsuchiya finally turned around and faced Kagamiya Takashi.

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

"What Minister Tsuchiya!?"

Ryota Tsuchiya interrupted in a harsh voice, scaring Shikamiya Koichi and the others so much that they didn't know what to do.

"From today on, please address me as the respected Lord Tsuchiya!"

The loyal courtier emphasized with a serious face.

"..."

The people of Lugonggao looked at each other, not understanding what this idiot was doing. However, they were all brave men who could bend and stretch, and they immediately laughed and shouted "Tugu Qing" when they heard the words.

"Hahahaha~~"

Seeing his old rival's flattering look, Tsuchiya Ryota felt extremely happy for a moment. He enjoyed it very much before he began to seriously discuss the future training. He had studied history and knew that not all sycophants could be useless. On the contrary, sycophants who could be infamous for thousands of years were all capable people. After all, it was easy to govern a country and just leave it alone. But it was indeed very difficult to meet the monarch's requirements and it was a great test of one's ability.

On the other side, Hojo Kyosuke walked to the podium at the edge of the stadium, looked around and began to struggle. Should he continue chatting with his beautiful girl band, or go and practice with his stupid subordinates in the kendo club?

Fortunately, he has always been a decisive and resolute person. He did not hesitate for even 0.001 second, and walked towards Michiru Hyodo and her friends with a happy smile.

"a!"

A clear and loud shout suddenly rang out, like a thunderclap that resounded through Hojo Kyosuke's mind.

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

The angel had bright eyes and a smile brighter than the sun, and she trotted towards him with her brown ponytail swinging.

"Sakura."

Hojo Kyosuke turned without stopping, stretched out his long legs and strode towards her.

"a!"

Yamauchi Sakura was jogging in her white pleated skirt, her steps light and full of energy.

Hojo Kyosuke opened his arms but failed to embrace the girl, and instead hugged a bouquet of flowers.

A bouquet of roses.

A bouquet of roses that even he needed to open his arms to embrace.

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

Inside the white package, countless roses were crowded together, completely blocking Hojo Kyosuke's vision, and he couldn't even see Yamauchi Sakura who was 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 out of Hojo Kyosuke's mouth, while Yamauchi Sakura on the other side just laughed, her voice clear and pleasant.

Everyone in the stadium looked over. Such a big bouquet of roses, such a beautiful girl, and the boy surrounded by the girl and roses.

"Why did you give Kyousuke flowers?"

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

"Don't flowers and Kyousuke go together?"

She giggled, turned her head and looked around, then asked.

"Hey, Kisaki, Kyousuke won the game, can't I give him flowers?"

"Of course, that's your right."

Tetsuta Kisaki bowed slightly. The reason why he dared to come closer was that he had accurately grasped the mistress's mind and knew that the other party wanted to make the eldest brother more honored and happy, and this required an audience.

Yamauchi Sakura looked at it again, and her smile became even brighter:
"Hey, pretty girl over there, if this bouquet of flowers was yours, would you have given it to Kyosuke just now?"

"Huh? Me?"

Michiru Hyodo, who was watching the fun, was stunned and asked stupidly, pointing her index finger at herself.

Yingliang nodded, "Yes."

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

Michiru Hyodo nodded heavily. It is obvious that rock musicians understand romance better than baseball players.

"Hehe~~"

Yamauchi Sakura smiled complacently, then changed the subject:
"You wish! I bought these specially for you. I spent a month's allowance on them. If you really want to give flowers to Kyousuke, just use your own money to buy them."

Michiru Hyodo had never seen a girl whose expression changed so quickly, but she immediately laughed and quickly promised that she would pay for the flowers herself next time.

Tetsuta Kisaki was listening with his hands and feet trembling slightly. With an IQ of 250, he keenly heard something unspeakable from these words, but he didn't know whether the new Miss Hyodo understood them.

Yamauchi Sakura looked around and was satisfied to see the envy in everyone's eyes. She was sure that her Kyosuke was now the most handsome guy in the crowd.

The smile on her face became even happier. She walked around and grabbed Kyosuke's arm, and the two of them walked towards a shadowy place where no one was.

"Why did you think of sending roses? Even if you want to celebrate victory, this is not the right gift." Hojo Kyosuke asked with a smile.

"Huh? I just think this flower is very eye-catching, just like you, Kyousuke."

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

"Hahaha, okay~"

Hojo Kyosuke smiled even more happily, he lowered his head and took a deep breath towards the flowers.

Well, the rose fulfilled its instinct very well. No fragrance was emitted, only the freshness of dew.

"Thank you, my Sakura."

He grasped the bottom of the bouquet with one hand, and with the other hand he pulled out a rose and inserted it into her hair, imitating Sakura.

"Hana and Sakura are a good match too."

His voice was so gentle that it almost melted my heart.

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

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

She said matter-of-factly.

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