Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

As soon as the car door opened, the people from Komatsugawa High School lined up and ran down.

Hiratsuka Shizuka leaned against the car door, took out the cigarette box and knocked out a cigarette and threw it into his mouth, and pulled the lighter with a click.

The red flame burned the white cigarette paper to ashes, and as the woman inhaled, the scarlet flame lit up.

"call--"

In a wisp of white smoke, Hiratsuka Shizuka narrowed his eyes and looked at the baseball field.

When Komatsugawa Baseball Team, wearing a white baseball uniform, got off the car, the audience chatting on the field immediately began to applaud with shame, and they immediately stopped to bow and greet, and then walked all the way to the lounge under the guidance of the student union. Well... the lounge of the Zongwu Gao Baseball Department is not a professional baseball venue, so there is not so much extra to choose from. The two schools will use it as soon as they squeeze.

"That's it, please."

The student union cadres stood at the door of the lounge, smiled and reached out, bowed, and then ran away without waiting for Komatsukawa's people to thank him.

The coach Xia Ridashu felt a little confused for a while, but he didn't think much about it. He reached out and opened the door, smiling:

"disturb……"

Swish-

Dozens of cold and fierce gazes cut in one after another, instantly scaring the words of Surida Tree, and cold sweat oozed out of her forehead.

Bang!

He closed the door suddenly and leaned against it, gasping for breath, expression of horror.

What, are those people slaughtering pigs?

Minister San Haoshen said concerned: "What's wrong with Coach? Did you see naked? You should have been used to that kind of thing for a long time, right?"

This concern really works, and Xia Ri quickly came to his senses from that fierce gaze intimidation.

"What a nude body! It's a hundred times more terrifying than that!!"

He was about to explain the scene he saw just now when he was pushed away.

"Get out of here quickly. Luo Li is so annoying. I'm going to go back after finishing the phone."

Keihito Matsuo cursed and pulled open the door, tilted his chin and walked into the lounge of Sobu Taka Baseball Office.

"Oh, all the rookies from Sun Wu Gao, I'm here..."

Halfway through the words, Matsuo jumped backwards as if he was electrocuted, knocking all his companions who were about to follow him.

"Bang!"

The disrepaired small iron door was closed heavily again, and Keihito Matsuo was breathing heavily.

What's going on? What's going on with those people inside? Did I accidentally see the murder scene?

Are there corpses on the ground?

Even though the sun was in the sky, his hands and feet were cold, and his pupils suddenly magnified were shaking randomly, subconsciously recalling the scene he had just seen.

The room called Zongwu Gao's lounge was filled with men wearing black clothes. The men all had fierce eyes, as if they had just killed someone. No, it doesn't seem like that those who have not killed more than ten people will definitely not have that look. Is there blood on the ground? have! some! The ground was dyed red with blood.

"Who is inside?"

The arrogant Komatsugawa ace Keihito, who was just arrogant, asked incitely.

The only coach who can empathize with him, Xia Ridashu was about to open his mouth and talk, but he suddenly closed his mouth and retreated quickly. Then Matsuo felt a strong force coming from the door behind him. He quickly grabbed the handle on the door. put.

His feet were off the ground.

Matsuo looked at the ground blankly, confused for two seconds before realizing that he was lifted up with his disciple.

"It's time to change the goal, so I'll be embarrassed to go to another school."

Hatagoro muttered and then raised his head and shouted loudly to the back:

"Hey, Toiya, hurry up and solve it, otherwise you'd better use our Kendo Department's lounge!"

While talking, he and Yoshihiko Kakizuo next to him walked out with one hand holding the door, and Keihito Matsuo was lifted in the air with his disciple.

Behind the two, the people from the Sobu Takao Kendo tribe walked out one after another, each wearing very energetic black school uniforms.

"Huh? Why is there someone hanging on the door?"

Hatagoro's eyes widened in shock.

“…”

The titanic poster next to him opened his mouth, man, I thought you wanted to give the opponent a warning, but you didn't think about anything at all, just played a villain with your instinct.

I'm really far from it.

Thinking of this, the timber and wood base raised his other hand and directly picked up the door with a living person hanging by himself.

"Sorry, our baseball department's door is very old." He scratched his head and said honestly.

Komatsukawa's man was hit by Matsuo just now before he had time to get up. He looked at the oppressive body like the hill of Kazukizu, and quickly shook his head and apologized repeatedly, saying that it was their coach and the ace's fault, and the door would be responsible. Compensation.

The Tukizuki did not put down the door, but instead came over to Goro Hatago next to him, pinched Matsuo's waist with both hands, "take it" down like he was taking something from the cabinet. Finally, he patted his shoulder and smiled:

"You guy looks pretty strong, but the result is unexpectedly light. This is not OK. Can you have the strength to play baseball without eating?"

Matsuo looked at Hatagoro, who was half a shorter than him, and opened his mouth to speak, but looked at the other party's thick arms, wisely closed his mouth, and then bowed sincerely, indicating that he had grown so big in vain. Sorry, I didn't let the adults enjoy themselves.

"I don't care, but you..."

Hatagoro glanced at the people from Komatsugawa High School and said with a grim smile:

"You can't be so casual later. Do you know if you have to fight your life to win the game?"

Matsuo nodded tremblingly, then was stunned again: "Ah?"

But Goro Hata didn't look at him anymore, patted his shoulder and shouted, cheering up, and then left. The timuzu who was following him also wanted to follow his senior to say a few harsh words to shake his majesty, but he said:

"grumble--!"

Komatsukawa's people all made a puzzled voice: "Ah?"

Without giving them time to think, Mihashi Ryoma walked up with a skewed mouth and smiled, and patted Matsuo on the shoulder:

"Come on, if the opponent is too weak, the opening show of the elder brother will become very ugly."

"ah?"

"If I lose too ugly, I will never let you go!"

"Win the Tsugu panties for me!"

“…”

"Give me enlightenment and fight for life, everyone from Komatsugawa! Did you hear it?!"

"Hi!!"

Komatsugawa's baseball team roared loudly, and only after confirming that the group of evil-shaped people had gone far away dared to raise their hands to wipe their sweat.

A dozen people looked at each other for a long time, and then the Minister San Haogeng said hesitantly:

"Sowu Gao's people are really enthusiastic..."

“…”

His words made the other people's expressions even more strange. It was indeed quite enthusiastic. Although they looked like murderers and said all threatening words, they were cheering them up after all.

It was like a mouthful of old phlegm was held in his chest, Xia Rida didn't want to say anything else, and waved his hand to lead everyone into the lounge.

Keihito Matsuo quickly threw the door he was holding to the side. As soon as he walked in, he looked at the ground stressfully and found that the blood in his memory was actually just gray concrete.

Maybe it's because of the light? He breathed a sigh of relief and then turned his head suddenly and saw two people walking away with mops. The water dripping on the ground was red!

hiss--

The companion next to him shouted several times but did not wake up the guy who was immersed in the fantasy of murder, so he had to pat his shoulder hard.

"Hey! Kei Ink wake up, the coach asked us to say hello to the people of Sobu Gao!"

"Ohh!"

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

As soon as Matsuo Keihito walked over, he couldn't help but raise his head in surprise and said:

"So high!"

Standing in front of him was Keisuke Hojo, who was exactly 1.8 meters tall and was still very oppressive in such a narrow space, especially when facing a group of people with an average height of no more than 1.75 meters.

Baseball is a sport that requires high height. If you run long and long legs, you can catch up faster. If you have a long hand, you will be more conducive to exerting force to "swing" the ball out. But baseball is different from volleyball and basketball, and there is no need to touch high, so too high will lead to too slow sprinting speed.

So looking at the entire Neon professional baseball circle, the players are basically around 1.8 meters tall, and pitchers are generally taller, but they won't kick too quickly.

But that is for adult baseball, for high school students, Hojo Kyosuke's height is in the category of comics, and those who have such physical fitness may have been snatched away by better schools.

Hearing this exclamation, Hojo Kyosuke just smiled silently, and then greeted the person opposite him in an ordinary manner.

Ryo Tootani warmly greeted the people opposite, assigned them storage lockers, introduced bathroom and other facilities.

"Wait a minute, Toya, where is your coach, Teacher Mihara?"

Xia Ridashu asked puzzledly, isn’t this the coach supposed to hand over?

Ryota Totani's mouth twitched when he heard this and said stiffly:

"Coach Sanyuan will serve as a commentator today, so now it's probably in the stands."

“…”

The summer tree said speechlessly:

"Although I knew he was unreliable last year, I didn't expect..."

Ryota Totani also finds it difficult to speak out. His own pork chop rice coach is now completely letting himself go. He was devoted to showing off his love general tickets and said something, "I have to practice hard. Maybe after entering Jiaziyuan, they will invite me to explain the game of Zongwu Gao!"

Oh my god, which idiot would invite the team coach to explain the game? Did the organizer receive the black money from the other side?

Although we have you or not, there must be someone who will stop calling for a replacement!

After hesitating for a moment, he forced himself to laugh:

“Our coaches trust us more.”

Xia Ridashu nodded and said nothing, and led the team to another row of storage cabinets to start tidying up things, the guards on the catcher's body, the crotch of the thug... These are impossible to wear all the way.

Although Komatsugawa's people were changing clothes, their eyes kept floating towards Sobu High. To be precise, they were looking at Hojo Kyosuke.

"It's so exaggerated. I thought it was the credit for wearing makeup or taking photos before, but I didn't expect that I was even more handsome... I was a little afraid to play. If I accidentally injured his face, I would be killed by the girls. Bar?"

"Absolutely!"

"Also, have you noticed that the people of Zongwu Gao have too many bandages and bandages on them, right? They look a bit scary, but they can't get so much injury if they train, right?"

"Yes, that person still has bandages on his head, he was beaten by a baseball bat!"

“…”

Komatsugawa's people whispered, indeed, except for the perfect Hojo Kyosuke who seemed to be shining, everyone in Sophora's body was covered with scars, and on average, each person had three Band-Aids on their faces, Matsuda Toru His head was even more bandaged, and it looked like he had just finished a group fight last night.

No matter how much the discussion was, the two sides did not squeeze in the lounge for too long and walked out together.

Both sides consciously lined up in a column toward the baseball field. As soon as they stepped into the wire mesh door, Keihito Matsuo heard a loud sound.

"I entered the court. On the left is Sobu High School's baseball team, and on the right is Komatsugawa High School's baseball team."

He turned his head and looked at it, and saw two tables on the small stand, three microphones were placed as commentator seats, and a cute brown-haired girl was talking.

"Haha, Hojo, Nishimiya's explanation is quite like that."

Ryo Tootani said happily.

Hojo Kyosuke nodded with a smile, then withdrew his gaze looking into the stands.

The audience on the sidelines gave warm applause. After a long time, the beer he had already started to be fed back to his brain. The uncles cheered habitually.

But before Nishimiya Glass continued to speak, Mihara Akizo next to him took the microphone and shouted happily:

"Our Hojo-kun will let Komatsukawa lose to taking off his pants, so stay tuned!"

The third place in the commentary seat, the director of the Zongwu High School who acted as the mascot, echoed dullly, "Stay tuned..."

"This old bastard..."

In summer, the big trees were covered with black lines, and I thought that this guy was indeed more effective in the commentary seat than being a coach. After all, in the game last year, I didn’t know that he was crying even more sad than the players. I also had to trouble the ministry to comfort him. It was really a shame. Now as a commentator, you can still disgust yourself.

Although there is no bullpen rest area, there are still several benches on both sides of the fan-shaped extension line of the baseball field for the players and coaches to rest. Both sides walked over and set their own tactics.

Not to mention Komatsugawa, Sobu Takagawa was hosted by Ryota Totani, with more than a dozen people forming a circle. He stood in the middle, frowned and glared at the staff, and said seriously in a hoarse voice. :

"Remember the tactics!"

Maotian Shizhu and others focused on the key points.

"Scream it out loud!"

"Believe in the ticket lord!"

"Do it again!"

"Believe in the ticket king! Believe in the ticket king!!"

"very good!"

Ryota Totani clapped:

"Go on the field!"

"gather!"

The referee shouted, and the players on both sides ran over and stood face to face.

"The competition begins, salute!"

The players on both sides took off their hats and saluted, and then Komatsugawa's men walked to the sidelines, leaving only one person standing in place with the bat.

After guessing the coins, Komatsukawa attacked in the first round.

Hojo Kyosuke Station with the back number "1" went to the pitcher mound. (End of this chapter)