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

After coming back to his senses, Kitahara Takashi smiled at the driver in a friendly and humble manner.

Even if the other person is just a driver, the one who stood out after layers of strict screening, Kitahara Takashi will not look down on the other person just because he is a driver.

"Let's go, let's go."

When Fujiwara Chika heard the destination, she hurriedly pushed him out of the car.

"Master Beiyuan, when will the banquet end?"

Beiyuan Zun thought for a moment and said, "I'll send you a message when it's almost over."

To celebrate the Koshien championship, the school's board of directors also came. They booked the five-star hotel in Sifuroka and prepared a celebratory banquet for the Aoba Baseball Club.

The dinner party starts at 6 o'clock, and after the celebration party, we will go to karaoke. Kitahara Takashi doesn't know when everyone will end.

"it is good."

The driver nodded, and at Fujiwara Chika's urging again, Kitahara Takashi walked into the hotel.

There were no paparazzi at the door, it was clean.

As soon as they entered the hotel, before Kitahara Takashi could say anything, a waiter recognized him and led him in with Fujiwara Chika.

The main entrance hall is extremely gorgeous and luxurious.

Pushing open the door, golden and silver lights scattered on the thick pillars and candlesticks, the light was dazzling and bright.

High ceilings create an open feel.

The alabaster statues placed steadily against the wall are made to imitate the appearance of Western gods, one male god and one female god.

The banquet is brightly lit and the atmosphere is lively.

The banquet hall is so luxurious that it needs no words to describe.

Crystal chandelier-style lights hung from the tall ceiling, and a large number of long tables were lined with various foods.

The sound of the door opening made everyone in the room look in the same direction.

"Yo yo yo, look, who is here?"

"Isn't this our Mr. Aoba Ei-yen?"

"One hundred million yen? That's too little, at least one billion, sir."

"You're so proud of yourself for making everyone wait for you~"

As soon as Kitahara Takashi saw him, the banquet hall suddenly became bustling with activity.

The classmates started to make a noise.

"Isn't the protagonist the last one to arrive?"

Beiyuan Zun would never be stage-frightened in front of more than 50,000 people, so of course he wouldn't be nervous now. He walked towards the center of the banquet with confidence.

Standing there were Principal Aoba and the directors.

"Kid, you're amazing."

Principal Aoba took the lead and stepped forward, shaking hands enthusiastically with Kitahara Takashi.

This was not the first time that Takashi Kitahara met the principal. In addition to seeing him from afar at the freshman opening ceremony, the interviewer was also present when he talked with him on the day of enrollment.

This also reminded Kitahara Tsutomu of something.

"Principal, do you remember the question you asked me on the day I came for the interview?"

Principal Qingye was stunned at first, but after a moment of hesitation, he smiled and nodded.

"What can you bring to Qingye?"

This was the question he asked that day.

In fact, he asked a question on a whim that day because he saw that Kitahara Tsune was too calm.

Kitahara Takashi smiled confidently and pointed at the banner at the banquet: "This is what I can bring to Aoba."

Everyone subconsciously looked at the direction Beiyuan Zun was pointing.

The championship flag fluttering in the wind seemed to be telling the story of the glory brought by Kitahara Takashi.

Looking at the huge crimson flag, all the members of the Aoba Baseball Club straightened their chests unconsciously.

Especially high school students.

After this year, they will leave school.

The glory will continue with new batches of people emerging, and they will eventually leave the stage to the next generation.

Maybe after three or five years, there may be no trace of them in this school, as if they had never been here.

But this championship flag fluttering in the wind will tell the younger generations what a wonderful journey their predecessors have brought to Qingye.

Aoba may have new legends in the future, but they are already Aoba’s legends.

"I'm glad that you chose Qingye."

The principal first bowed deeply to Kitahara Takashi.

The other directors also bowed slightly to Kitahara Takashi.

Now it’s not Qingye who chose Beiyuan Zun, it’s Beiyuan Zun who chose Qingye.

If there was no Kitahara no Tsutomu, there would be no crimson flag.

What Kitahara Takashi brings is more than just a Hagar championship.

Background is the foundation of a school.

Cultural construction at the highest level is a sign that a school is truly strong and mature.

Based on profound cultural heritage and honor, we draw up a blueprint for school development.

Cultural heritage, Qingye is not lacking.

What Qingye lacks is honor and medals.

Schools are not independent units existing in society. Their existence requires the support of certain social relations and the attention of the public.

The standards for measuring a school are largely reflected in these honorary medals, which largely represent the school's external image - the more medals a school has, the higher the society's recognition of the school.

The more honors a school has, the more outstanding students it will attract.

The importance of excellent students to the development of a school is self-evident. For parents and students, the criteria for choosing a school are sometimes vague. In such cases, effective publicity can help these parents and students make up their minds, and the "hard currency" of publicity is precisely these honor medals.

"It's my honor to choose Qingye."

Kitahara Takashi also bowed slightly.

He was also lucky that he chose Qingye.

His success is inseparable from the support of the school, the indulgence of the coach and the trust of his peers.

If he went to another school, like Shuchiin.

Even if he has the ability to start, no one will start with you, and he will be ostracized because of his temper.

Because he is poor.

The poor cannot fit into the circle of the rich.

When he went to Xiuzhiyuan, he was just following in the footsteps of Shirogane Miyuki, being ostracized, unable to make any friends, and having to eat alone.

This is not what Kitahara Takashi wants.

Kitahara Takashi shook hands with the principal, and then the school board members shook hands.

The school directors of Aoba are from the Five Regents family.

Kitahara Takashi had never met Yozakura Tong. The person representing her was a middle-aged woman, and no one knew what she was doing.

After shaking hands with the principal and the trustees, they left, leaving this place to the students.

Only then did the banquet officially begin.

"Zun, why did you bring her here?"

Kamikawa Nari was the first to rush up, staring at Fujiwara Chika with vigilance.

Before Kitahara Takashi could speak, Fujiwara Chika said with a wicked grin, "Auntie Liyi, good evening."

"You are the aunt, your whole family are aunts."

Kamikawa Narii suddenly got furious and was about to rush forward with her teeth bared.

"Uncle, Auntie bullied me."

Fujiwara Chika suddenly slipped behind Kitahara Takashi and used him as a shield.

The two circled Kitahara Takashi several times, but Kamikawa Nari still couldn't catch Fujiwara Chika. She was so angry that she jumped up and down: "Little bitch, come out!"

"Slightly, slightly, slightly~"

Fujiwara Chika hid behind Kitahara Tsune, stuck out her tongue at Kamikawa Nari, then deliberately put her hand on Kitahara Tsune's waist and said in a teasing tone, "Uncle, look how fierce Auntie is. I'm so scared."

"Fat Butterfly, if you touch me again, I'll chop your hand off."

When Kamikawa Nari saw this, she was furious and no longer cared about being a lady. She pointed at Fujiwara Chika and cursed her.

"Fat...fat woman?"

Kamikawa Nari was so angry that she was shaking all over. She was sweating all over and her hands and feet were cold even in the hot weather.

There is no girl who doesn't care about her weight.

Like Adagaki Aiki, Fujiwara Chika is a greedy girl, but unlike Adagaki Aiki who can eat anything without gaining weight, she will gain weight if she eats.

In her daily life, she exercises regularly not because she loves it, but because she is afraid of getting too fat.

A girl who already cares about her weight was called a fat woman, and Kamikawa Nari's words really hit the nail on the head.

"Where am I fat?"

She immediately pushed Kitahara Takashi aside and rushed to confront Kamikawa Nari.

"You're not fat yet?"

Kamikawa Nari stood in front of Fujiwara Chika, looked her up and down, then reached out and pinched her belly and said, "You have no ears from the front, no nose from the side. Standing in front of me, I would have thought the Mountain Demon - Bo had just been unsealed."

"When you sit down, the whole of Tokyo can feel a slight tremor."

"If you look down, can you still see your toes? Your belly is blocking your view, woooo!"

Seeing that Fujiwara Chika was about to cry because of Kamikawa Nari, Kitahara Takashi covered her mouth with one hand and comforted her: "Don't listen to her nonsense, you are not fat, just a little fat."

"A lot of boys like your type."

"really?"

Fujiwara Chika looked at Kitahara Takashi with tears in her eyes.

"Uncle, can I lie to you?"

Seeing Shota Ohtani holding a plate and watching the fun, he snatched the food from him and stuffed it into Chika Fujiwara's hand, saying, "Don't worry, eat it."

After being coaxed and deceived by Kitahara Takashi, Fujiwara Chika sniffed and walked away with the plate in her arms.

"Tell me, why are you arguing with her?"

After sending Fujiwara Chika away, Kitahara Takashi released his hand that was covering Kamikawa Nari and said unhappily.

"She always gets too close to Kaguya Shinomiya. I don't like her, so you should spend less time with her."

Kamikawa Nari suddenly turned her head away and puffed out her lips in anger.

Kitahara Tsutomu rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. At this time, Tanaka Kota kindly handed him a glass of lemonade and looked at him sympathetically.

There are so many women, it’s difficult to coax them.

Kitahara Takashi took it, took a sip, and started chatting with the people in the baseball club.

"The club's funding can be increased again next year."

"Hajia won the championship this year. I really hope there will be a prize money. Each person can get about 500,000 or 600,000 yuan."

"Wow, so many."

Through the conversation, Kitahara Takashi learned that the club would receive a bonus for winning the award.