Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 103 System: I will sortie in Gundam form

[53 days until the Koshien preliminary round]

Again.

Today is May 4th. While most people in Japan are still enjoying their holiday, Kaimei High School has already started its return to school.

"We're back at school for the football tournament, which is pretty good. Some high schools only send students back for tutoring." Kobayashi Shiki wiped the football as if it were a trophy.

“I’ve heard about it too,” Jun Aizawa nodded. “They’re buying courses from professional tutoring centers so students can take online classes in the classroom.”

"Doesn't the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology care?" another boy said.

“Manage?” Kobayashi Shiki chuckled. “That’s a high school with a higher acceptance rate to Tokyo University than ours. If you don’t have the mindset to endure hardship, you won’t get in in the first place.”

"Are you talking about Kamikawa?" The basketball girl, who is the main character, came closer.

Kamikawa?

Aoyama Risa, who was sitting in her seat doing her homework, snapped out of her reverie.

This school sounds familiar.

"It's said that it wasn't very strict before, but it's getting stricter and stricter now."

"Maybe our school will become like that too."

The return-to-school time was in the afternoon, but for some reason, most people came in the morning.

However, they all left soon after to participate in club activities.

The sounds of the brass band instruments, the shouts of the track and field team, the cheers of the cheerleaders, and the roars of the baseball team.
Aoyama got up and closed the window.

There were about a dozen people in the classroom, all doing their own thing as if they were studying on their own.

Aoyama Ryo sat down and continued writing.

Thanks to "Detective A" and the Sunny Day Band, he didn't do any homework.

"Aoyama-kun."

Aoyama looked up and saw a short-haired girl standing next to his desk.

"Can I ask you a math question?" she asked, holding her textbook.

Your grades are better than mine, right? By the way, what's her name?
“If there’s anything I can do to help you,” said Aoyama Risa.

The girl sat down in front and said softly and gently, "Aoyama-kun got the highest score in math this time."

Oh, this guy is the class representative.

'Even at this point, Aoyama, you still can't remember the other person's name? Useless!'

Aoyama was worried that the other party would suddenly ask a question like 'Who am I?'

Whether it was due to his improved grades or the fact that the math problem in front of him was simple, Aoyama Rin explained it with ease.

"It's even better than what the teacher teaches!" the class representative exclaimed.

"Classmate, if there's nothing else, I'm going to continue doing my homework."

"Sorry, thank you, Aoyama-kun. I'll treat you to a drink later~" The class representative mischievously closed his right eye.

If you look closely, the class representative is actually quite handsome!
However, Aoyama Ryo planned to escape.

Because that drink wasn't a reward for teaching the other person, one shouldn't accept something for nothing.

As time was running out, Aoyama Rika packed up his bag and quickly slipped out of the classroom.

I'll go to the library from now on; the library is the real place to learn.

Aoyama Ryo went to the baseball club and, with the help of the female manager, put on a baseball uniform that not only fit him well but also smelled of soap.

"Go for it, Aoyama-kun!" the female manager encouraged.

"One point, let's try to get one point today."

The female manager laughed: "Mmm~!"

Aoyama Risa's jersey number is 5.

According to his understanding, in high school baseball, the number one player is the absolute key player, and sometimes the absolute ace.

What does the number five mean? I can't remember for a moment.

Forget it.

Anyway, he was eliminated in one shot.

'Kusei-sensei, it's me again, Aoyama!'

The referee blew the whistle, both sides entered the field, bowed to each other, and the match officially began.

The opponent attacks first.

Aoyama Risa's defensive position is left field, which is the leftmost point of the fan-shaped field.

Of course, the exact location depends on the opponent's attack capabilities.

"Eight out of ten of their batters' hits are extra-base hits, so outfielders, move back." The coach instructed on his balance bike before the game.

"Yes!" Aoyama Riya replied along with the others.

"Don't be nervous." Minister No. 1 whispered to him as he passed by, so softly that he wondered if he had misheard.

Aoyama Riko ran to the left outfield.

He glanced at the center and right outfield, estimated their distance from home plate, and stood at the same distance.

"Qingshan, it's simple, just catch the ball and throw it back!" he encouraged himself.

He doesn't care about winning or losing; he just hopes it won't affect the baseball team.

"Go for it!" Ono Mizuki said with a smile.

"Go! Go! Go!" shouted the Sunny Day Band.

"It's so noisy!" Aoyama Ryo said to the audience.

"Hahahaha!" The girls burst into laughter.

In the distance, Miyako Yaeko and Mikami Ai sat together; the two had previously said they didn't get along.

Besides them, there were also cheerleaders and residents from the vicinity of the school. Whenever the school had a baseball practice game and they had free time, these people would come to watch.

In addition, there were former members of the Kaiming High School baseball team who had already graduated; they either came on their own or were invited by their juniors.

In short, there were quite a few people in the audience.

The minister, standing on the pitcher's mound, lifted his leg.

Aoyama held his breath, staring intently at the person hitting him with the stick.

Will the ball be hit?

If hit, where will it fly?
The white ball fell into the catcher's glove.

"nice shot!"

The batter did not swing the bat.

Relaxing his shoulders slightly, Aoyama continued to stare at the attacker.

Minister No. 1 throws the ball for the second time.

"nice shot!"

"nice shot!"

The opponent was quickly struck out.

The cheerleaders cheered, and even the distant sound of the wind instruments seemed to become more exciting.

"Is this what a strikeout is?" Ono Mizuki asked curiously. "Was this how my brother got defeated last time?"

Long-winded.

The top of the first inning ended quickly. The opposing team reached base, but only reached second base and did not score.

In the bottom half of the first set, Kaiming High School launched an attack.

"You all saw it, right?" said Minister Number 1. "The student council president is here, watching us!"

"I heard that even the kendo club was almost disbanded, so our baseball club is not safe—this is not a matter of winning or losing, but a matter of life and death."

"Can we survive?!"

"Yes!" the crowd roared.

Aoyama Rihime silently said, 'I'm sorry.'

He was the one who called the student council president.

Aoyama Risa, the first batter for Kaiming High School, walked out of the dugout carrying a black bat.

"Go, Aoyama-kun!" the female manager cheered from behind.

Aoyama walked into the strike zone.

——9, 1, 3
[Competitive scene detected, whether to enable intelligent guidance]

—Transform!
The opposing pitcher raises his leg.

Aoyama Ryo didn't lose focus; last night's practice greatly improved his Koshien materials, but it was still far from enough.

Even with a system, he still has to put in a certain amount of effort to avenge himself and for the money.

The opposing pitcher raises his arm to throw the ball!

"call!"

According to the female manager, the opposing team is a defensively strong team, meaning their pitchers are very skilled.

The ball speed is 151 km/h.

They charged forward like they were being shot!
Even in Koshien, he is absolutely a monster, and it would be very difficult to find a catcher to pair with him.

"I'm in good form," the pitcher thought to himself after releasing the ball.

My usual score is 140+, but today it should be over 149.

Clang!
The ball was blasted away!

"What?!" Everyone jumped to their feet.

Everyone stared at the white ball flying through the air; even the cheerleaders stopped what they were doing.

"Does simply throwing the ball guarantee a win?" Ono Mizuki asked the person next to her.

"I don't know, but it definitely proves your brother is amazing!"

"Get out!" Ono Mizuki shouted.

"go out!"

Get out!

People started shouting intermittently.

"Aoyama-kun!" The female manager's voice boomed over everyone, "Run! Get to base!!"

He didn't move, but pointed the bat into the distance—a home run declaration.

"This idiot!" the coach yelled.

"It's out! It's out! The ball's out!"

"Ouch~" The ball landed, bounced up, and hit the buttocks of a girl from the tennis club next door.

Then, amidst cheers from the crowd, He slowly ran past first base, second base, third base, and home plate, returning to the dugout.

The female manager blushed with excitement and offered her a towel.

"That's so stupid!" the coach yelled.

He didn't speak, took the towel from the female manager, and sat alone in the far corner of the rest area, like a Gundam without a pilot.

--Um?

--Hello?

—Are you still going to hit me?!

Has your physical fitness improved? I haven't been exercising lately!
(End of this chapter)