Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Hojo Kyosuke's one-off practice made the people in the baseball club feel more confident than ever before, and a bright future seemed to be right around the corner. If Sobu Taka hadn't been eliminated in the Tokyo Spring Competition, Ryota Tsuchiya would have definitely brought Mr. Hojo up as soon as possible.

After explaining the rules of the competition, things became simple. After boring practice, Hojo Kyosuke inevitably started the journey of showing off.

Don't worry about scoring, just practice swinging.

The exercises ranged from easy to difficult. At the beginning, pitcher Fujikawa Masajo stood two meters in front of Hojo Kyosuke and slowly threw the ball to the most convenient place to hit.

boom! call out--

The ball flew straight ahead. Fortunately, this was the baseball club, so there was no need to say anything about safety and convenience.

"Wow--!!"

Although it was just a ball with an average height and curve, the onlookers all screamed in surprise.

"You guys, please spread out and go train. What are you doing here? Do you want to get beaten?"

Tsuchiya Ryota scolded with black lines on his head.

However, the Nekota Juju and others who were watching remained motionless, their eyes still staring straight at Hojo Kyousuke.

Why disperse? What if the bastards from the kendo club come to snatch people away again? Didn't you just tell us to protect Hojo-kun?

Besides, you're not the only one who wants to see Hojo-kun practice, we want to see it too!

Seeing that Hojo Kyosuke was used to the ball at this distance, Masaho Fujikawa took a few steps back and threw the ball.

boom! call out--

"Wow--!!"

Swinging the bat, hitting the ball, the ball flew into the distance. The heads of everyone in the baseball club kept turning with the ball, stretching their necks, opening their mouths, and letting out long exclamations.

Fujikawa Masajo took a few steps back and threw the ball.

boom! call out--

"Wow--!!"

A high-flying ball, a neat exclamation, a neck as nimble as a duck.

Tsuchiya Ryota scolded again, but it was no use. Everyone was determined to surround Hojo Kyosuke.

The top hitter in the club, Nekoda Juju, did not just watch the fun, but also opened his mouth to talk about some tips he had summed up.

Hojo Kyosuke nodded and thanked him. For him, wielding a sword is something that has been integrated into his bones.

How to use the rotation of the waist and hips, when to straighten and when to bend the arm, which part of the blade to use to hit the opponent's body, what effect will it have, the angle of the sword swing... and so on. Although it was his first time playing baseball, his experience in kendo quickly turned into nutrients and his baseball skills improved rapidly.

The difference between the two requires seniors like Nekota Juju to teach you, and you need to slowly practice the conversion yourself.

As Masaho Fujikawa retreated closer and closer to the pitcher's mound, the ball speed became faster and faster, and the exclamations from Nekoda Juju and others became louder and louder.

Although he had high hopes for Ticketmaster for a long time, and although his previous stolen first base and home runs were already considered miraculous, everyone was still shocked to see Hojo Kyosuke's visible progress.

"Hojo-kun evolves faster than the speed of light."

"yes."

Ryota Tsuchiya nodded in agreement. Each swing corrected the flaws of the previous one, and each swing was one step closer to perfection. Not to mention the terrifying speed of evolution, Hojo-kun's evolutionary trajectory itself is like an art, full of beauty. , making people look forward to his next swing.

How far will it go, and how many home runs will he hit in Koshien?

etc!

Ryo Tsuchiya turned his head too sharply and found that the person speaking was actually his "rival" Tamaki Aobu, the deputy director of the Kendo Department.

"What is this guy doing here? Is he a spy?"

"cut."

Tamaki Aobu made no secret of his contempt:

"Who would want to send spies to a team that can't even win the second round of the spring conference? A group of old enemies are just weaklings from a third-class school."

"How can you fix it! You guy!"

Ryo Tsuchiya clenched his fists too tightly and could not refute.

"Just wait and see, with Hojo-kun joining us, we will definitely be able to break into Koshien!"

"Cannian, with Hojo-kun joining us, our goal is to dominate the country." Tamaki Aobu's smile remained unchanged.

"How can it be repaired?"

Tsuchiya Ryota gritted his teeth and ignored the annoying guy next to him. He stepped forward and started arranging Hojo Kyosuke's next training.

"Pitch?"

Hojo Kyosuke was confused, why did he start practicing pitching when he wasn't even good at hitting yet? Could it be that Tsuchiya feels that his talent at the hitter position is not good?

"Yes, you can practice hitting and stuff later. The most important thing in baseball is pitching!" Ryota Tsuchiya said.

"Yes, let's practice pitching first. The first time you practice swinging the bat, you can hit the ball that far. I'm also looking forward to your performance on the pitcher's mound, Hojo-kun!" Fujikawa Masajo said.

"Fujikawa, your position as Sobu Taka's ace pitcher is no longer guaranteed."

"Haha, don't say that kind of thing again. People will laugh out loud if you hear it." Fujikawa scratched his head and felt embarrassed. He was looking for a taller one among the short ones.

Hojo Kyousuke turned around and looked at the people around him, and found that the top hitters in the company all took it for granted. They all believed that practicing pitching well was much more important than practicing playing well.

At this moment, Tetsuta Kisaki came over. As the number one younger brother who put figuring out his elder brother's thoughts second, he naturally saw his doubts. Others don't know, but he knows very well that the eldest brother never likes to defend!

Even when Akane Benisaka caused trouble last time, the eldest brother's first thought was not to negotiate, but to punch the opponent hard first. Even if he wanted to negotiate, he had to frighten the opponent first.

Attack first, then attack, offense is the best defense.

Seeing Tetsuta Kisaki approaching, the people from the baseball club originally wanted to drive him away, but were stopped by the director.

The relationship between Ryota Tsuchiya and Tetsuta Kisaki is not ordinary. The two once had a shady private transaction! The former wanted to strengthen the baseball club, while the latter wanted to choose a sport with greater influence than kendo for his eldest brother. The two hit it off.

So Tsuchiya knew that Kisaki was not only the manager of the kendo club, but also Hojo Kyosuke's personal assistant. He was responsible for helping Hojo Kyosuke handle trivial matters in school, life, career and other places.

Throw the strong against the weak? Whether it's high school baseball or professional baseball, pitchers suppress hitters? The protagonists of baseball comics are all genius pitchers?

The more Kyosuke Hojo listened, the more magical he felt. He didn't know the rules before and thought pitchers were popular because he could bring points to the team. But now it seems that what a pitcher can actually do is "prevent the opponent from winning"? ?

When Tetsuta Kisaki said this, he glanced at the person next to him and his tone increased a lot:

"Everyone likes a hero. Unless a hitter hits a home run, he or she just advances a base. But a good pitcher can bring despair to the opponent.

One man can guard the gate, but ten thousand men can't open it.

As long as I stand there, victory has no chance with the other side. "

"That's right!"

"Super handsome, my favorite Koji Uehara. He can throw away more than a hundred pitchers in a season. He is simply a god!"

"Don't you know, Hojo-kun, that this is a pitchers' league?"

"The baseball player I admire most said that as long as I'm alive, I can keep pitching!"

"You fell asleep during the commentary, right?"

Amidst all the chatter, Hojo Kyosuke finally understood.

It is another classic combination of individual heroism and collectivism. An excellent hitter can help the team win, while an excellent pitcher can help the team avoid failure.

One is to win, the other is to avoid defeat. Logically speaking, the former should be more popular and valued. But the reality is, this is neon.

The unique aesthetics and inexplicable psychology of the Neon people, such as Mono-ai, Wabi-sabi, and the mysterious, make them more inclined to tragic heroic epics.

After a complete throw and a shutout, the pitcher tried his best, his hands cramped, and his throw was left on the field. He did not allow the opponent to score any points in his own round.

But if the game is lost, the pitcher who tried his best still has to apologize, even if the loss of the game has nothing to do with him.

Tragic heroes always resonate more with people, which is why so many tears were shed on the black soil of Koshien.

"What a mess!"

Hojo Kyosuke frowned and swung the baseball bat in his hand, sliding his wrist in a round circle.

"It doesn't matter what the opponent scores, it would be great if I could score more points!"

Hearing this, Kisaki backed away with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, the people in the baseball club looked at each other.

"But, Hojo-kun, you are only one person. Even if you can hit a home run, it is only one run. I know you want to put you in the right position to hit a bases-loaded home run, but We're not sure we can get all the hitters before you on base."

Tsuchiya Ryota's face turned red when he spoke. Fortunately, he couldn't tell even though he was blushing.

The reason why baseball is a collective game is because in order to score, in addition to relying on individual super strength, he can also rely on everyone's efforts. A person who hits a home run can get one run instantly. If he cannot hit a home run, he will try to hit a "hit", that is, when he hits the ball and confirms that the ball will not be caught and then catches the ball, the batter Take the opportunity to run to first base. Then the next batter hits again, then the batter advances to first base, first base to second base, and so on, and finally runs to home plate to score.

The "base-loaded home run" that Ryota Tsuchiya refers to is when Kyousuke Hojo hits a home run that no one can catch when there are people on first, second and third base. He himself, including everyone on first, second and third base, can catch it. He ran back to the plate and scored four runs.

But the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is very cruel. Even an ordinary hit is not that easy. This is why top pitchers are so sought after.

It's hard to score, but it's still possible to not let you score.

"This is different from what you told me, Mr. Minister." Hojo Kyosuke frowned. Wouldn't this mean he could only be beaten passively?

Hearing this tone that suddenly became much colder, Tsuchiya Liang's face turned bitter and his heart felt numb. If we weren't such good people, why would we kneel down and lick you so much...

"This... we will work hard to enhance the strength of the line in the future." He said hesitantly.

"How to enhance it?" Hojo Kyosuke asked.

"Practice for an hour every day? Just practice more and it will always help."

"Do you believe this? If your efforts were effective, would the line be so weak now?"

Speaking of this, Hojo Kyousuke paused, turned to look at Nekota Juzhu next to him, and showed a trace of apology on his face:

"Sorry Nekota, I wasn't taking it personally."

This guy's moral character is pretty good, he doesn't look like a senior at all, and his advice is also very useful. Although……

"No, no, this is a fact. I should apologize. I will work harder in the future." Cata bowed repeatedly with a grimace.

Tsk…

Aren't you angry when you say that? No wonder I have no strength in swinging the bat.

Hojo Kyosuke sighed inwardly.

"Then, then..."

Tsuchiya Liang was speechless and had no choice. In their thinking, the original idea was to train Hojo Kyosuke into an ace pitcher, rely on Hojo to complete the game and shut down the opponent's line, and then it would be their turn to attack in rounds. Things would be much easier. As long as they get One point is victory.

The imagination is beautiful, and the reality is also beautiful. The only problem is that this puts all the responsibility on Hojo Kyosuke.

"How about recruiting other members of the Kendo Club? After all, Hojo-kun has improved so quickly in his strike training, so others should be able to do it too?"

What he said was quite unconfident, but as he spoke, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Don't even think about it, you bastard!"

Tamaki Aobu, who was standing aside and watching the excitement, didn't expect that the fire could burn him. He took a step forward and strangled Ryota Tsuchiya's neck.

"We don't have enough time to practice. How can we have time to play baseball? Do you think that in the kendo competition, you can hand over all the responsibilities to Hojo-kun like you? We win three out of five games! Everyone must try their best. !”

When Tamaki said this, he actually felt quite regretful, why he was not in the same school as Hojo-kun when he was in junior high school. You can follow Hojo-kun and win the national kendo competition in junior high school, because the rules of the competition are an arena system, and as long as you are strong enough, you can fight five people against each other.

"Although I don't think those losers will become much stronger after they enter high school, but they really don't have time to learn baseball."

Hata Goro, who came over at some point, also nodded. Those who will participate in the high school national kendo competition, and those worth paying attention to, have basically already appeared in junior high school. At that time, he could follow his eldest brother to dominate the country, and naturally he would do the same in high school. Can.

However, you still have to work hard! If the eldest brother misses the championship due to his own reasons, neither he nor anyone else will forgive him!

The light in Ryota Tsuchiya's eyes disappeared. Looking at the kendo club members around him, he had already seen the scene of being taken away by the ticket bureau.

Isn't that a ticket to Koshien, but a ticket to the Budokan?

"I said, are you looking down on Kyousuke too much?"

Suddenly, a clear girlish voice sounded.

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