Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 896 Dear Ticket Master, You Must Win My Ticket Together

Not surprisingly, the third batter from Komatsukawa High School was also struck out.

There was not a single bad ball, just nine clean good balls, all of which were 165 except one that was 160, as standard as a machine.

Standing in the center of the diamond, Hojo Kyosuke's pitching posture did not change at all from beginning to end, and even his expression was so calm. Except for the occasional smile when he looked towards the stands, his black eyes were full of indifference.

His actions brought the spectators on the sidelines the ultimate viewing experience. There were no shouts, no bonds, no friendship or passion, but no surprises either. The batters of Komatsukawa were ruthlessly slaughtered by him like pigs with their four legs tied.

During the transition from offense to defense, the audience on the sidelines had already begun shouting Hojo Kyosuke's name, and many people declared firmly that Sobu High School was the only team he supported today.

On the sidelines, the atmosphere in the rest area of ​​Komatsugawa High School was a bit depressing. Most people lowered their heads and only observed others with the corner of their eyes. No one was willing to speak first. Even the coach Natsuhi Daiki, who was annoyed by Mihara Shozo's laughter on the radio, did not speak.

In the end, Keijin Matsuo, who was spared because his teammates failed to reach base, smiled and said:

"Why are you so depressed? It's my turn to play soon. Even if Hojo Kyosuke is 160, so what? I will shut him out just like he shut us out before. I don't believe he is really invincible in both offense and defense!"

He laughed and patted his teammates on the shoulders, and the laughter really lightened the atmosphere.

The baseball team of Neon High School has not only friendship, passion and youth, but also suffocating relationships between seniors and juniors and cruel training. This is a sport for youth and also a rigorous sport.

In a situation like the one just now, even if someone wanted to tell a joke to ease the atmosphere, they couldn't open their mouths, because the ministers all looked so painful, and whoever opened their mouths would immediately become a punching bag. This was the wonderful team culture.

But if the person speaking is the Ace of the club, Keijin Matsuo, then it will be fine, because today's victory or defeat depends on him.

"Clap clap clap!"

Coach Xia Ri Da Shu clapped his hands vigorously, signaling the players to gather together.

"Just now, except for the special one of 165, all of Hojo Kyosuke's balls were 160. And I've observed that his pitching path is very monotonous, all of them are straight balls. The catcher didn't even change the position of his glove, let alone his feet..."

At this point, he paused and looked at his own ace, Keihito Matsuo, with a sharp gaze. The latter spoke with bright eyes:

"That is to say..."

"That's right! Now that we know the speed and trajectory, is it still worth being afraid of such a ball?!"

The summer tree said fiercely:

"Hojo Kyousuke may really be a one-in-a-million genius, but right now, he's just a novice with stats but no skills! Calculate the time and put the bat on his path! Stop him!!"

He raised his hand and patted the ace pitcher's shoulder heavily:

"Can you do it, Matsuo? This is a chance! A chance to hit the one hundred and sixty!"

"Yes! Coach, I can! I can definitely do it!"

Matsuo Keijin spoke through gritted teeth.

"Yoshi!"

The referee on the field gave a signal, and Summer Tree surrounded his teammates in a circle.

"See those reporters and scouts over there?"

Everyone in Komatsukawa nodded. If those people weren't there, they wouldn't be so nervous. After all, it was just a practice match. If they were unhappy with the match, they could just admit defeat.

"They are not here to see us, you, or you! These reporters and scouts, including the audience in the stands, are all here for Hojo Kyosuke! What they want to see is how Hojo Kyosuke beats us!"

Natsuhi Daiki raised his index finger and pointed at every teammate. An unspeakable sense of shame spread in the Komatsukawa baseball team. Matsuo, who had the most extreme personality, was so angry that his face turned red.

"but!"

The coach raised his voice:

"Even a goblin can bite a noble VIP player to death!

Matsuo! You will die as a background, or lie on the ground and bite off a piece of Hojo Kyosuke's flesh. You will become famous or rot in the sewer. It's up to you!"

The others also roared with red faces, shouting Keihito Matsuo's name and running towards the stadium aggressively.

Baseball is a fair game in many ways.

For example, when the field is full of the opponent's players, the hero of your team can take the field with a baseball bat and use weapons to make up for the disadvantage in numbers. Even that bastard Eiji Onizuka would not be able to find any fault with this kind of fairness.

Ahem, of course, it wouldn't be fair if you had the numerical advantage and unlimited baseballs to use the kite tactics against someone.

In short, when Nekoda Juju took the bat and went on the court, his heart was full of courage.

In the past, he played as the second or third batter because he was the strongest batter in Sobu High School. The psychological pressure of "it's all up to you" was not much different from that of a pitcher, even if it was not as strong as that of a pitcher.

But now it's all right, he's the first batter, his job has changed from scoring for the baseball team to testing the opposing pitcher. He can swing the bat without any scruples, as long as he can put pressure on the opposing pitcher and force the opponent to show more of his true self.

Nekota knew that at this moment his beloved Ticket-holder was standing on the sidelines watching Komatsukawa's pitcher. Hojo-kun would use his hawk-like eyes to capture every detail of Komatsukawa, then record it in his super brain, and finally ruthlessly hit the baseball thrown by the opponent far away.

Baseball is a sport where intelligence is very important. What balls the opponent's batter is not good at dealing with, what balls the opponent's pitcher likes to throw, which opponent's outfielder runs slowly... all of these can become key information to win. Therefore, all the major baseball powerhouses have a bunch of scouts, in addition to discovering talented players, they also serve to gather intelligence.

Although they were only college scouts, their sharp eyes were no less than those of professional baseball scouts. And because they did not need to pay the players, college scouts could be paid even more.

Nekoda Juju held the baseball bat tightly, feeling that the bat seemed to be particularly handy today. Even if he was fighting with the barbarians from the kendo club now, it didn't seem like a big deal... Forget it, the baseball bat was sacred and could not be used in a fight. Besides, it might not even be able to crack Hata Goro's head.

He bought his new gloves last week, a high-end product worth 12,000 yen, which he begged his parents for. Of course, just begging was not enough, he also paid tribute to the legendary minister Tsuchiya Ryota, using a combination of seppuku and jumping off a building, and promised his parents that if he couldn't get a good score with this pair of gloves, he would do it.

In the end, the Nekoda couple agreed to their son's request. But it was not because they were afraid that their son would really jump off the building and commit seppuku, but because they heard that Hojo Kyosuke had joined the baseball team, and they generously bought new gloves for their son, saying that "wearing tattered gloves would cause trouble for Hojo Sensei."

All I can say is that Mr. Hyodo missed a good opportunity. If he had been more aware of the situation, he might have been able to sponsor the personal equipment of the members.

To win, you have to get on base no matter what!

Although he knows that he only needs to act as a guinea pig, Maotian also has dreams!

I have to risk my life to get on base. I can't let Hojo-kun get only one point. That would be too unfair to his efforts! Hojo-kun deserves a grand slam home run, but they don't have the strength to help him. At least, I, the strongest among you, want to give one point to my beloved Hojo-kun!

Nekoda Juju gripped the bat tightly, with such force that the bat and gloves made a squeaking sound due to friction.

He leans his body as much as possible towards the catcher within the rules, squeezing the opponent's field of vision.

He would run the bases whenever he had the chance, and if his opponent let down his guard the slightest bit, he would drop the bat and run! Anyway…

"My death is not worth it"

"Come on, Nekoda! Hit the ball hard!"

The people from Sobu High School on the sidelines were cheering loudly, and Nekoda didn't even turn his head, staring at Keihito Matsuo on the opposite side without blinking.

Naturally, the information that Tetsuta Kisaki brought back would not be given to only Fujikawa Masashi, and Juju Nekoda also remembered the information about Matsuo on the opposite side very well.

Name: Keijin Matsuo. Sophomore, top speed 135, best record, shutout of Sobu High School, oh, that's us, strikes and zero.

Generally speaking, this guy is like a demon to Sobu High School, but Nekoda is not afraid of him. Because the embarrassing record is not because Komatsukawa is too strong, but because Sobu High School is too weak. It's just 14 to 0, any other school can do it, and Shikamiya High School, who always comes to use their baseball field and training equipment like a yellow-haired guy, can even beat hundreds of to zero. In terms of the ability to lose, Nekoda believes that he and his teammates can tire the opponent to death!

In short, Matsuo on the opposite side is just a weakling who can only bully us who were there a month ago!

Now, they have completely transformed and are no longer someone that Xiao Songchuan can underestimate...

"Snapped!"

The referee yelled, "Strike!"

"Hey! Nekota, wake up! Stop daydreaming!"

Ryota Tsuchiya on the sidelines shouted angrily.

cough cough...

Nekoda Juju adjusted his helmet awkwardly. Damn, who said the opponent wouldn't move during the memory settlement screen? Was it because he couldn't transform? Or did he have to wait for the ticker before his death to stop the world? This was too unfair! Fujikawa was also stunned for a while before!

Oh, Fujikawa’s partner is Hojo-kun, so that’s okay.

When he thought of Hojo Kyosuke standing on the sidelines, Nekoda quickly cleared his messy thoughts and gripped the bat tightly.

Although he was distracted before, he did see Keihito Matsuo's ball clearly and heard the whispers from the speed gun.

"Eh, only one hundred and thirty?"

It was a voice full of disgust, and no one knew who shouted it. Maotian clearly saw that Matsuo's face on the other side became very ugly, which made him happy in his heart, because...

Impetuous young people cannot be stimulated, so in the next ball, Matsuo will definitely try his best to throw the ball in order to prove himself. And the confusing tactics in the previous ball will make him think that he is just a fool, so the next ball is... the same straight ball as Hojo-kun, with a speed between 130 and 135, not as good as Hojo-kun!

Nekoda's body was filled with infinite confidence. Although he still couldn't see Hojo's ball clearly, he could still hit the little Komatsukawa...

"boom--!!"

Oh my god! It hit me!

Everyone at Sobu High School on the sidelines shouted in unison. Pitcher Keihito Matsuo's pupils dilated. All he could hear were his teammates shouting at them to move, but all he could see was the figure running madly.

Maotian Juju ran away!

This guy didn't even observe or judge where the ball would land. He dropped the bat and ran away almost the moment it hit the baseball.

It turned out that Nekoda's action was correct. The ball he hit went diagonally between second and third base and quickly hit the ground, but the flight distance was very short and was quickly picked up by Komatsukawa's defensive player and thrown to first base.

I heard the coach's voice urging me to run faster. What do you mean by run faster? Do you think you are watching TV in a pub? Be a good commentator! Tell me what the other team is doing!

Mao Tian didn't even have time to look at the position of the baseball, he just kept rushing towards first base.

Getting closer! Getting closer!!

The white base was only less than three meters away from him, but! A white ball was flying towards the first baseman. If the opponent caught the ball, he would be tagged out.

Maotian Shizhu felt ruthless and evil in his heart.

Why not just slide and knock the first baseman over! You can slide and prevent the opponent from catching the ball!

His mind thinks so, and his body does so!

His body completed the change from 1 to in an instant, and the huge energy brought by the sprint instantly turned into the momentum of a slide.

Now I can even kill a tiger!

He even thought so with pride.

Not only Unagi Ooka from Hojo Kyosuke's class, but almost everyone in the Sobu High School baseball team was practicing sliding tackles, because they knew they probably had little chance of hitting a home run or something like that, and everyone was thinking about getting on base! Stealing bases!

The first baseman of Komatsukawa was nervously waiting for the baseball to fly, but he caught a glimpse of a torpedo out of the corner of his eye... Hmm? A torpedo?

His athletic ability was not very strong, and he actually gave up staring at the ball for a moment and turned to look at the sliding tackle by Nekoda Juju.

You're playing football!

Cursing in his heart, he subconsciously dodged.

Up and down, the baseball and Cat Field Juju passed up and down the first baseman.

"Safe!!"

The referee screamed.

Maotian, who had kicked the bases away, stood up, took off his hat, brushed off the dirt, and looked towards his own rest area with a calm face.

"It was a really satisfying attack."

He gave me a thumbs up and said, "It's up to you now. Make sure my hits become your points! Dear Ticket Master!!

Hojo Kyosuke, who had already put on white gloves, dragged his baseball bat onto the field. Yes, he was the second batter, not the third or fourth. (End of this chapter)