Didn’t you say you were just using me as a substitute?

"Excuse me, what's your name?"

"Anraokaoka Fireworks."

"Excuse me, which team are you here to cheer for this time?"

"Aoba."

"Who is your favorite member of the Aoba team?"

"I don't have a favorite, but there are people in Aoba who like me."

"Oh, who is it?"

"Kitahara-san."

Hoshino Ai's emoticon becomes the mobile phone of an elderly person on the subway.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Kitahara-san, what's wrong?"

Anlegang Hanabi's pair of autumn-water-like eyes blinked rapidly, sparkling with star-like light.

"puff!"

Hoshino Ai couldn't hold back her laughter.

Does Kitahara Takashi like you?

Is it because you are poor or because you have short hair?

What kind of strength do you have that could make Kitahara Tsutomu take a fancy to you?

She didn't even dare to imagine that Kitahara Tsutomu would like her.

"What do you mean."

Anraooka Hanabi frowned, she suspected that Hoshino Ai was making fun of her.

Fortunately, Hoshino Ai didn't know, otherwise she would definitely tell Anraokaoka Hanabi not to suspect anything.

"Could Kitahara Takashi like you?"

Someone said what Hoshino Ai couldn't say.

Anlegang Hanabi turned her head and saw a hot girl with a bun, earrings on her ears, and a big bow on her chest not far away.

"Why can't he like me?"

Anlegang Hanabi spoke in a bad tone.

"Did he tell you in person that he likes you?"

Watanabe Sei doesn't believe that Kitahara Takashi would like bland little dishes like Anraokaoka Fireworks.

If she lost to Hitomi Yozakura, Nari Kamikawa, or Yui Doma, she would have nothing to say.

Because she really can't compare with these girls.

She was extremely unwilling to accept losing to Anlegang Hanabi.

Come on, tell me, how are you better than her?

Are you as pretty as me? Do you have big breasts like me? Are you as hot as me?

What makes you attract him?

Just because you're cute?

I'm really sorry, cuteness is nothing compared to personality.

I can't even attract her, so how can you be worthy?

Go get a key!

"No, but he approached me."

Anleooka Hanabi felt that Kitahara Takashi liked her a little bit, otherwise why would he add her contact information.

"I get it, I get it. Asking for directions is considered flirting, and helping someone carry a suitcase is considered a sign of affection. That's how women are."

Watanabe Hoshi's best friend Ohashi Natsumi immediately helped.

"Who are you calling a shrimp head?"

Watanabe Hoshi has a best friend, and so does Anraooka Hanabi.

Eiji Sanae looked at Watanabe Hoshi and the other two with unfriendly eyes.

"I didn't mention you, why are you so anxious?"

Takamiya Saki also joined the battle.

"Huh? Why am I in such a hurry?"

"Look, you're anxious again!"

Hoshino Ai didn't say anything, but just muttered softly: "Fight, fight."

The fight started and everything became heated.

The two sides were arguing more and more fiercely, and were about to fight when someone shouted, "The Aoba school bus is here."

The next second, everyone rushed towards the Aoba school bus.

"Back off, everyone back off!"

A police inspector shouted loudly.

Unfortunately it's of no use.

The crowd rushed towards the Aoba school bus, and the Japanese police had to put up riot shields to stop the crowd.

"Squeak!"

The school bus stopped and the car doors opened.

Coach Aoba was the first to come down.

Next is Kitahara Takashi.

It was obvious that Takashi Kitahara had dressed up specially today. His hair was styled like a dragon beard and flipped upside down, with sunglasses on his hair, wireless headphones on his ears, and he got out of the car wearing an Italian suit and school uniform. He looked like a star walking on the red carpet.

But don't tell me yet.

Kitahara Takashi was already quite good-looking, and after this makeover, he looked just like a handsome man. He only said it once.

When fans at the scene saw how Kitahara Takashi was dressed today, especially the female fans, they cheered even louder.

"Kitahara, I'm your fan!"

"Giegie, I love you!"

"Brother, I'm your female fan. I don't mind being your lover. Do you mind being a fan?"

Fried noodles?

Kitahara Tsutomu quickly glanced at the girl and said, "You know what, she's quite pretty."

Before that, Kitahara Takashi must have asked for contact information.

There's nothing I can do about it, it's his fault for spoiling his fans.

Not anymore.

He has become famous and many eyes are watching him. He can't accept it even if it is given for free.

A little disappointed.

Maybe this is the price of fame.

Kitahara Tsutomu quickly withdrew his gaze, looked straight ahead, and walked towards the venue with a cold expression.

232

Chapter 232 Liking is a habit!

On the day of the Xia family finals, the sky was clear and blue.

A huge flow of people poured into Koshien, gradually filling the entire stadium.

The original capacity of 50454 people was expanded to 55000 spectators, and the seats in several areas were temporarily removed and replaced with standing tickets.

So many people were standing.

When the cameraman pointed the camera at them, many viewers found that most of the people standing there were not young people, but a group of middle-aged and elderly people.

Many of them are even old enough to be grandfathers.

The faces of this group of people were painted the same white as the wall, with a golden leaf drawn on their cheeks. They held high in their hands posters of everyone from the Aoba coaching staff to the players, and held up a banner that spanned the entire area and read: Sharpening the sword for a hundred years, just to swing it once!

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"Hello, I'm Ichika Nakano, a temporary reporter for TV Tokyo. Can I interview you?"

Accompanied by a photographer, Nakano Ichika, wearing a standard business suit, came to an old man with gray hair and an elegant temperament.

"what?"

Maybe it was because the place was too noisy, or maybe it was because the old man was too old, but the old man looked at Yihua in confusion, obviously not hearing her question clearly.

Ichika had to raise her voice and repeat what she had just said.

"Okay, but please speak louder. I'm old and my hearing isn't very good."

The old man pointed to his ears and waved his hand.

"Okay, how old are you this year?"

"Seven years old!"

Ichika looked at the old man in shock, as if she couldn't believe that he had gotten so big.

"May I ask what is your relationship with Qingye?"

"I graduated from Aoba!"

The old man pointed at himself and smiled: "When Aoba first entered Koshien, I was the starting pitcher."

"really?"

Ichika looked at him in surprise.

She didn't expect that she was so lucky. She randomly picked someone to interview, and she actually interviewed one of the nine starting players who led the team to Koshien for the first time.

"real."

"Then you must have supported Aoba for a long time?"

"Ever since I became a student of Aoba at the age of fifteen, I've loved this team. I've participated in every Koshien tournament they hold."

The old man took out a stamp album from his handbag. When he opened it, Yihua found that the collection inside was not stamps, but football tickets.

The cameraman quickly focused his camera on the stamp album.

"What kept you going for so long?"

The shock in Ichika's heart was like a raging storm, and words could not describe the feeling in her heart.

Eighty years of perseverance, even if you like someone, is just like this.

"It's a love, but also a habit."

Liking is a habit.

Boys often choose a team in their teens and commit to it for life.

The youth that they spent with like-minded people in their youth to pursue unattainable dreams and gave their all is the most precious thing to the elderly. Even after eighty years, they can still clearly remember the excitement when they led the team to Koshien.

"So what is your wish?"

"champion!"

The old man spoke in a firm tone.

This has been his dream since he joined the Aoba Baseball Club at the age of fifteen.