Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Ping Ping, a girl wearing a Sobu High School uniform, walked over with a brisk and cheerful step.

The platinum morning light flowed through the hair tips and fell from her smooth shoulders, dyeing her long brown hair to shine. She was like an angel stepping out of the sun.

The long and round thighs under the short skirt of the school uniform are so white that they shine, exuding healthy youthful vitality.

She put her hands behind her back and moved her long legs. As if she wanted to show how straight and beautiful her legs were to the greatest extent, she landed on her heels with every step she took, her knees didn't seem to bend, her posture was so cute, and every step seemed to step on Kyosuke Hojo's heart.

"Do you think Kyousuke knows nothing about the baseball club? He is not an ignorant person."

With this in her mouth, she walked straight through the crowd and walked to Hojo Kyosuke. She took the baseball bat from his hand naturally and skillfully and stood in the batter's position.

She lowered her head, and a few strands of hair fell down, but she ignored them and just kicked the dirt hard with her black round-toed leather shoes. The shiny leather shoes were stained by dirt, and she stepped on the ground into a comfortable shape.

She straightened her neck, raised her little face, raised the baseball bat on her shoulders with both hands, and got ready to hit.

"Now, Minister Tsuchiya, do you know where this is?"

The girl's voice sounded, as full of touching vitality as the morning sun, and as refreshing as the dew on the leaves.

After being called out, Ryo Tsuchiya subconsciously stood at attention. He couldn't be serious.

Finally here it is, my ultimate trump card!

Although it seems that her trump card has not been speaking for her so far, her presence here is already the greatest help!

"Here! It's the strike zone!" He held his head high.

"Strike zone! What a good name. It sounds much better than the Octagon or something like that!"

The girl burst out laughing, and Hojo Kyosuke also had a cheerful smile on his face. She is indeed my girl.

"It turns out that the scenery you see when you stand here is like this."

Yamauchi Sakura turned around and looked around, her amber eyes filled with a satisfied smile:

“It suits Kyosuke so well~~”

Her voice became more cheerful.

The bat left her smooth shoulder.

call--

call--

The slender hand held the bat and made a powerful swing, causing gusts of wind.

Seeing this skillful action, Ryota Tsuchiya thought that he had made the right choice in finding Yamauchi-san to be the manager of the baseball club.

But why did she say that position was suitable for Hojo-kun?

He wanted to ask, but didn't dare. Didn’t you see the doting look on Hojo-kun’s face when he looked at Yamauchi-san? The Kendo Club, who had talked so much nonsense just now, is silent now, obviously understanding that this is Hojo-kun and Yamauchi-san's exclusive time.

But he soon discovered something was wrong. Why did Yamauchi Sakura change her body angle every time she swung the bat, first toward first base, then second base, then third base... Rather than playing ball, she seemed more like...

"call--"

Yamauchi Sakura slammed the bat on the ground and exhaled heavily. I'm so tired. It seems my body hasn't recovered well enough.

"This is the place of the gods." She said with a smile as she tried to straighten her breathing.

"God?" Xisaki praised him at the right time.

"Yes, this is the way gods look at you."

Yamauchi Sakura raised her fair and slender neck and raised the bat flatly:

"Kyosuke stands here alone, but he controls the fate of nine people across from him.

Do you want to play this ball? To which outfielder should the ball be hit? Should it break through the first baseman's defense or the second baseman's defense, or directly hit a home run and score in one breath.

Standing here, Kyousuke became a god to the other nine people. "

The girl's voice was clear and clear, full of joy, as if she was happy that her Kyousuke could find such a good position.

Right, that’s it!

Kyosuke is the most dazzling one wherever he is!

The team, winning, nothing should be a drag on him, he just needs to have fun.

Looking at the girl who was more dazzling than the sun, and then at Hojo-kun who looked like Asashi, Tsuchiya Ryota began to doubt whether his decision was correct. Then he thought about the reason why he came up with the idea of ​​inviting Yamauchi Sakura, and then he looked at Tamaki Aobu next to him with complicated eyes.

My friend, is this also in your calculations?

"Huh~~ The bat is really heavy. I feel like my arm will be sore tomorrow."

Sakura came over and handed the bat back to its owner.

"Good morning, Kyosuke."

"Good morning, Sakura, why didn't you sleep more?"

Hojo Kyousuke smiled, put the bat on his leg, stretched out his hands naturally, grabbed Sakura's arm and kneaded it gently.

"Hehe, actually I should have woken up long ago. I set the alarm clock for the same time as you, but I chatted with Nijiang too late last night, so the alarm clock didn't go off.

Ah, the alarm clock is indeed a gift from Kyosuke, it is as gentle and considerate as him.

However, this kind of incorrect gentleness is unacceptable, so I have already taught it a lesson, and now I will ask Momotaro to teach it a lesson. "

Yamauchi Sakura was so eloquent that she was the only one who could even turn off the alarm clock and go to sleep so wonderfully.

"This is Kyosuke's first time playing baseball, how could I miss it!" She finally told why she was here.

Hearing this, Hojo Kyosuke had no time to care about how Momotaro taught the alarm clock, and asked nervously:

"Where's Nitzu? Didn't she come with you?"

This silly girl ran to Sakura to "surrender" by herself last night. Although she knew that Sakura would definitely not embarrass her, Hojo Kyosuke still couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Hey, Kyosuke, are you sure you want me to say it here?"

Sakura put her hands behind her back, stood on tiptoes and leaned her face towards Hojo Kyosuke.

Looking at this sly and silly smile, someone's heart was shattered. He is indeed my Sakura.

"Okay, okay, Glass is going to see Mr. Hiratsuka. Don't worry, nothing happened. Everyone is fine."

When she said the last sentence, her eyes stared at Hojo Kyosuke without blinking.

Looking at his reflection in those amber eyes, Hojo Kyousuke felt inexplicably flustered.

"Let's train, let's train. We can't waste it if we get up so early."

Sakura turned around suddenly, her skirt rising slightly, revealing a length of safety pants.

Is this the end?

Tsuchiya Ryota was stunned. Wasn't the problem just now completely unresolved?

"Oh, by the way, Minister Tsuchiya. Don't think about so many messy things. Didn't you already think about what you were going to do before inviting the Jing Intervention Department?

What did you say, ticket collector?

Haha, this name is so cute. I have to tell Aunt Mijiko quickly. "

Sakura turned around, still laughing.

“But oh, I have a suggestion for you.

There is no shame in relying on others. It is a blessing to have someone to rely on.

But oh, relying on others is not an easy thing.

When making such a decision, do you also have the consciousness to leave everything to the other party?

The character I hate the most in movies is the one who is still there nagging and making all kinds of demands when the hero comes to the rescue. I really can't see the situation clearly. The hero is busy saving the world. How can I have time to listen to your nonsense? It's really unreasonable and extremely shameless.

Baseball is like life, no one knows the outcome until the last minute. This is a good saying. But I prefer a saying, life is like a river, it will not flow backwards. Once you make a decision, you can only cry when you see the results. "

The girl's smile was as bright as a flower, as bright as the sun, but what she said made Ryota Tsuchiya and the people in the baseball club shiver.

The tall and strong young men stood there blankly, feeling that their limbs were no longer their own, and they could neither stand nor sit. They just wanted to dig a hole and bury themselves.

Damn it, you kendo club thieves, are you just waiting to see this excitement! ?

Tsuchiya Ryota felt as if his heart was pinched hard by a big hand, and he didn't dare to turn his head to look at Hojo Kyosuke, but he could vaguely feel a piercing gaze coming from over there. But he knew that was an illusion, and Hojo-kun was not a narrow-minded person. Otherwise, these words of reprimand would not have come out of Yamauchi-san's mouth, and the eager bastards in the Kendo Club would have dealt with him long ago without Hojo-kun opening his mouth.

Eh……

Thinking about what he said in the lounge before, he just felt ashamed and ashamed. He obviously said those words and clearly put all the responsibilities on Hojo-kun, but here he asked Hojo-kun to do it in his own way.

Me, what on earth am I doing?

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his old friend Tamaki Aobu, and the boy's expression was indeed very proud.

Tsuchiya Ryota gritted his teeth. He wanted to kneel down and apologize. Even if he knocked the baseball field into concrete today, he still had to show his sincerity and let himself remember it for a long time. This was asking God, not foreign aid!

He quietly looked at Nekota Juju and other members of the club, and he knew everyone's thoughts when their eyes met.

Take a seat here, everyone, come together!

But……

"Okay, let's start training. First practice hitting and then pitching."

A hearty voice cut through the darkness in the hearts of Tsuchiya Ryota and others like sunshine. It was him, our ticket king.

"Just like Sakura said, you guys underestimate me too much. Why can't I suppress the opponent in both shooting and fighting? Am I not strong enough?"

"No, it's not!" Pitcher Fujikawa Masako said hurriedly. Although as the strongest pitcher in the club, he desperately hopes to see a pitcher better than himself join Sobu High, but this does not mean that he does not want to see Hojo-kun become The all-powerful "two-sword style".

Seeing that Tsuchiya Ryota and others also wanted to speak, Hojo Kyousuke interrupted with a wave of his hand:

"Okay, baseball is everyone's game, let's start training. You don't want Sobu High's baseball club to be called "Kyosuke Hojo and his gadgets" in the future, right? "

"Hahaha~~"

As soon as these words came out, the tense atmosphere instantly relaxed, and a cheerful atmosphere once again enveloped the baseball stadium.

"Hahahaha~ Actually, I don't really care even if I'm told that. At least when people are studying our team, they would say that Hojo-kun prefers to steal bases when I'm in the batter's box. That's very impressive."

"Bah, are you shameless? How dare you say this even though you can't hit a single home run in a season?"

"Idiot, it's just because I can't get a hit that Hojo-kun steals bases when the opponent lets his guard down!"

"Then what research value do you have?"

"It seems so, how can we repair it!"

"..."

Listening to the commotion behind him, Yamauchi Sakura walked towards the bench on the sidelines and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

What a noisy early morning.

She turned around and stood in front of the bench, with her feet slightly apart, one hand raised high and waving, and the other hand in front of her mouth like a trumpet and shouted loudly:

"Come on training Kyousuke!!"

"oh--!"

Hojo Kyosuke raised his bat and swung it hard.

Training started again. Hojo Kyousuke swung the bat again and again. The second-year and third-year students gathered around him to help him pitch and simulate running and stealing bases. He seemed to be on the right track. The only problem is, he plays the ball so fast that even a baseball isn't enough. Even if the first graders on the edge of the field picked the ball back again and again, they couldn't let him swing the bat to his heart's content.

Those arms that suddenly grew thicker with each exertion, and beneath the surface of the muscles were inexhaustible strength. No matter how many times he swung the bat, he would never get tired, and his strength would not diminish at all.

The ball flew higher and farther, and the nightmare for the first graders seemed to have no end.

I don't know when, a figure walked next to Yamauchi Sakura and sat down quietly.

"Why did you agree to become the manager of the baseball department? You probably have no interest in baseball, right? Is it okay to waste your time on such things?"

Yukinoshita asked seriously:

"I think you would rather 'waste' your time on playing with Hojo. But now, with you joining, Hojo, who was originally careless, will become serious. This should be contrary to your expectations, right?"

The girl couldn't figure it out. Yamauchi Sakura and Hojo Kyosuke were both people who were keen to waste their lives on things they liked, but baseball was definitely not such a thing. Even if Sakurara tells her...

"Xiao Yukino, do you think I should do nothing on the last day of my life and just lie on the grass with Kyosuke like a fool and stare at the sky in a daze?"

"I didn't say anything like that!"

Yukinoshita frowned and said displeasedly, her little face quietly turned to one side.

"You must be in your heart..."

"Not in my heart either!"

How can you say that I think so if I haven’t finished thinking about it! Too lax!

Yukinoshita Yukino wrinkled her small nose and felt that Yamauchi Sakura was very abnormal today. Logically speaking, if she got up so early, Sakura's already stupid brain should be more difficult to use, but she is so sharp. ,This unscientific!

"Actually, the answer is hidden in what you just said. By the way, Kyosuke is going to tutor Kei tonight. Is Koyuki going too?" Sakura said with a smile.

"What I just said..."

Yukinoshita made a fist with her right hand and put it under her nose, feeling her breathing and starting to remember. Regarding the selective blocking of the second half of Sakura's sentence, she was not sure that she could surpass Hojo Kyosuke, so...

…

Time to focus always flies by.

When Kyosuke Hojo changed into his school uniform after showering and walked towards the teaching building, Ryota Tsuchiya was still standing on the baseball field.

Ryota Tsuchiya stood in the strike zone and swung the bat twice, then looked up at the players in various positions.

It seems...it's really a little different? Do you feel like you have the power of life and death?

Why hasn't it been discovered before? Why did people used to think that pitchers were the real gods?

"Yamauchi-san, where's the pitcher's mound?" he asked suddenly.

Yamauchi Sakura turned his head and gave Ryota Tsuchiya a strange look.

"Of course that is the position of a god. As long as Kyosuke stands there, he is a god." (End of Chapter)