Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 83: Aoyama Osamu, who is not suited for baseball but likes pretty girls

Seeing that Shang Ai smiled slightly, she said, "Saying I like you is not accurate; it should be called appreciating you."

"As I've said before, my liking for you is simply the liking for a beautiful girl."

"I didn't expect you to have such a frivolous side."

"I admit I'm frivolous, but don't you think I'm being honest?"

"Not only frivolous, but also shameless." Jian Shang laughed as if she had discovered something amusing.

"Where exactly is the line between honesty and shamelessness?" Aoyama Osamu said, pondering the question.

"The purpose of the trip is to see if there is any motive such as shirking responsibility, making excuses, or sophistry."

"That's strange. I had no such motives, so why am I being considered shameless?"

"Not only are they frivolous and shameless, but they also lack common sense—in real life, do you think someone who tells a pretty girl that they like all pretty girls is more honest?"

"I admit defeat." Aoyama Riki didn't want to be charged with any more crimes.

“Then join the Athens Philosophy Research Department,” Ai Shimizu extended the invitation again.

“I refuse. As you can see, I’m very busy right now.”

“Didn’t you see? I’ve been with you the whole time, which means that joining the Athenian Philosophy Department won’t make you any busier,” said Ai.

"It comes down to the same question: Why should I join the Athenian Philosophy Department? Do I look like a Greek philosopher?"

Historical records indicate that Socrates was slovenly.

Although he was poor, he was still quite clean and changed his underwear every day.

"The reason I invited you to join me is because I just mentioned Rino's lyrics—life is only once, and I don't want to have any regrets."

"What does my joining the club have to do with regret?" Aoyama asked, puzzled.

Upon arriving on the first floor, two girls, each carrying a badminton racket, chatted idly under the arcade, both subconsciously remaining silent.

Upon arriving outside the club building, Ai-chan continued, "I don't want to maintain an F relationship with you."

".What's the meaning?"

I want to be your friend.

“I’m sorry, I don’t share that idea,” Aoyama replied.

"If you feel that this answer won't make you regret it years later, I'll give up—will you regret it?" See above for confirmation.

"No," Aoyama confirmed.

Jian Shangai nodded.

The two arrived at the baseball field, where a practice game of nine innings had already progressed to the seventh inning.

They watched silently for a while, then went up and down three times without scoring, and entered the top half of the eighth inning.

Kaiming High School has suspended operations.

Just then, the baseball team's female manager, Nagami Naga, ran out of the rest area and onto the stands.

"Aoyama-kun!" she gasped, leaning on her knees. "Coach, you can come over here!"

".I?"

"Yes!"

Although Aoyama Rin felt confused, he stood up and followed the female manager to the rest area of ​​Kaiming High School.

The coach was the female manager's grandfather, and he was surprisingly short; even standing on a balance bike, he was not as tall as Aoyama Ricaka.

That said, why would someone be standing on a hoverboard?

The balance bike approached Aoyama Ryo, circled him once, and finally stopped in front of him.

"Aoyama Ryo?" the coach asked.

"Yes."

"1500 meters, breaking the campus record?"

That was just an accident.

"Easily hit a home run against a ball speed of 140?"

"Going to the infirmary immediately after the injection is probably not an easy task."

"Give him a helmet and a bat," the coach said, turning to the female manager. "In the eighth inning, let him be the first batter."

Based on Aoyama Osamu's rudimentary understanding of baseball, the characteristics of the first batter are fast running speed and good ball selection.

He knew he was fast on his feet; he just ran fast.

As for choosing a ball, he doesn't understand it yet, and because of exams, he doesn't have time to learn more.

They completely chose the wrong person.

He relies on a system for running, and the same goes for home runs.

This is the system's weakness: as long as it's in 'guidance mode,' it strives for perfection in everything, which easily attracts the attention of others.

"Aoyama-kun, don't feel pressured. Even the strongest fourth batter can strike out. Just play by your gut feeling!" Nagami encouraged him as she handed him his equipment.

"OK, I understand."

Compared to watching from the sidelines, going out on the field and swinging the bat, even if you don't hit a single ball and get eliminated, should greatly increase the quality of material.

Most importantly, this is a practice match, and losing will not have any negative impact on Kaiming High School.

"I'm going in." Aoyama Ryo put on his helmet and gloves and took the black baseball bat.

"Keep it up!" The female manager pursed her lips and clenched her fists.

Aoyama Risa walked into the batter's box while swinging his bat.

The referee standing behind the catcher glanced at him but didn't even greet him. So, he shouldn't be blamed for slightly favoring the other side within the rules.

The pitcher applies anti-slip powder.

"How did the system hold the stick back then?" Aoyama recalled how he felt at the time.

The pitcher and catcher exchanged a signal and decided to throw a bad pitch to bait the batter who was still wearing his school uniform.

'Like this? Or like this?' Aoyama adjusted his posture.

The pitcher assumes a pitching stance.

'That's how it should be,' Aoyama Osamu gripped his bat tighter.

One second later, the pitcher threw the white ball.

With a tearing sound, the sphere rushed across a distance of 18.44 meters and arrived in front of Aoyama Riki.

"Whoosh!" Aoyama Risa swung the bat with all his might.

Missed.

"Insufficient strength, not fast enough, and unable to choose the right ball," commented the coach on the balance bike.

Although the pitcher threw the ball into the ball zone, it was counted as a strike because Aoyama swung.

Aoyama Risa will be eliminated after just three strikes.

'What ball? It suddenly dropped?' Aoyama loosened his grip on his hands, which had been clenched tightly.

The pitcher and catcher exchanged a signal, intending to throw an inside pitch.

'Like a ping-pong ball, it can also spin, descend, and jump?' Aoyama Osamu gripped the bat tighter again.

The pitcher assumes a pitching stance.

A second later, the white ball hurtled straight towards Aoyama Risa. Aoyama Risa was startled.

In that instant, two opposing options flashed through my mind: 'hit by a pitch and walk to first base' and 'get hit in the head, go to the hospital, have skull surgery, or die'.

After calmly assessing the situation, he chose to avoid it.

"Good shot!" the referee exclaimed.

The ball changed its trajectory at the last moment, avoiding Aoyama Ryo and going into the strike zone.

Two good shots.

"You still don't have the guts," the coach said. "It seems the home run was all luck."

Even though they both missed the ball, there were differences in their performance.

[Koshien: 16%]

'It only went up two points, I'm still at a loss.'

After stretching out to shake off the feeling of almost being hit by the ball, Aoyama tried a few more swings before returning to the batter's box.

The pitcher and catcher exchange secret signals.

'Why write about Koshien? It's a thankless task.' — Aoyama's ideal.

Catcher: "The batter's a rookie, use the slider and shut him down cleanly."

Pitcher: "Understood"

Just then, the pitcher suddenly glanced towards the stands.

The catcher noticed his teammate's movements; the last time he was distracted was when the elegant and stunningly beautiful girl appeared.

The catcher immediately looked towards the stands, where a girl of the same caliber as the elegant beauty appeared.

Her forehead is styled in a Hime cut, and her black hair cascades down her back, giving her a fatal, witch-like allure.

The commotion on the field caught the attention of Aoyama Risa, who was completely focused on the game.

'Why is she here?' he thought worriedly. 'I hope that because of me, the student council's evaluation of the baseball team won't be affected.'

Do you want to use the system?

Forget it.

It's impossible for Miyase Yaeko to judge the quality of the baseball team based on the performance of a newcomer in a single practice game.

The atmosphere on the field is tense again.

The pitcher assumes a pitching stance.

"call!"

The ball is released.

Ri Aoyama swings the bat.

The ball has started moving sideways?

Aoyama Riki did not give up and stubbornly changed the trajectory of his swing.

'Hit!'

"Whoosh!" There was only the sound of wind; the swing missed its mark.

Strike out.

Aoyama left the field, returning the hat, gloves, and baseball to the female manager.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

"It's alright!" The female manager shook her head vigorously and smiled at Aoyama Ryo.

"Hey kid," the hoverboard pulled up, "you got struck out, aren't you upset? Don't you want to keep playing until you hit the ball back?"

Aoyama Risa turned around and glanced at the opposing team's pitcher.

"It seems not," he said.

He didn't want to actually play baseball and get his clothes dirty every day, as that would make it hard for Ono Mizuki to do the laundry.

“You’re not suited to baseball.” The coach stopped looking at him and turned his attention to the game on the field.

"Aoyama-kun." The female manager looked at Aoyama Ryo with concern.

Aoyama smiled and shook his head, indicating that it was alright.

"I've let you down, I'm sorry," he said.

"no problem, no problem!"

Aoyama nodded with a smile, left the stadium, and walked towards the stands.

He didn't go to see Shang Ai, but found a random spot to sit down and rubbed his arm, which was sore from swinging the bat with all his might.

"Wow!" The entire audience gasped in surprise.

The batter who took over from Aoyama Risa hit the white ball, which flew high and far.

"Home run! Home run!" The students from Kaiming High School watching the game cheered with anticipation.

The ball went out.

"A home run! It's a home run!!"

The cheerleaders started dancing.

Although there were few people in the stadium, the cheers that erupted were very loud.

The batter, the center of attention, slowly ran past first base, second base, third base, and back to home plate.

Then, while waving to the audience, he ran back to the rest area.

Before he could run back to the rest area, the female manager excitedly went up to him and handed him a towel.

[Koshien: 19%]

"Clap clap clap!" Aoyama Risa clapped with a smile.

Not bad, not bad, it's increased by a full three points!
The batter who hit the home run lingered in the dugout, waving to the audience as if to boost morale or show off.

Aoyama Risa followed the attacker's gaze and saw Kagami Ai and Miyako Yaeko.

Miyako Yaeko smiled and said something to Mikami Ai, and the two of them looked at the attacker at the same time.

"Clap. Clap. Clap." Aoyama Osamu clapped his hands.

Even without the system, if he trains for three days, he can hit that ball every time.

far away.

"You know baseball?" Miyako asked.

"I don't understand." Seeing Ai's cold tone, she was still thinking about Aoyama Rin's rejection. "I'm not interested either."

You really have no interest in her?
Or was it because I misunderstood him before, saying I didn't care but actually being angry inside?
"Then what are you doing here?"

Seeing Ai sigh, "It's not that I wanted to come, it's that Aoyama said he wanted to come."

“He seems to know even less about baseball,” Yaeko Miyagi said, having also been observing him. “Then what is he doing here?”

"Probably the female manager who's close to the baseball team." That was the only possibility that Ai could think of.

"Oh?" Miyako Yaeko laughed.

Both men looked at the female manager next to the assailant.

(End of this chapter)