Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 892: Coach? Is a coach useless?

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

Shizuka Hiratsuka leaned against the car door, took out a cigarette box, knocked out a cigarette and put it in her mouth, then flicked on the lighter with a click.

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

"call--"

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

As soon as the Komatsukawa Baseball Club, wearing white baseball uniforms, got off the bus, the audience chatting on the field immediately began to applaud, and they immediately stopped to bow, and then walked to the lounge under the guidance of the student union. Uh... the lounge of the Sobu High School Baseball Club, this is not a professional baseball game venue, so there is not much room to choose from, so the two schools can just squeeze in and use it.

"This way, please."

The student union cadres stood at the door of the lounge, smiled, stretched out their hands, bowed, and then ran away without waiting for the people from Komatsukawa to thank them.

Coach Xia Ri Da Shu felt puzzled, but he didn't think much about it. He just stretched out his hand and opened the door, smiling:

"disturb……"

Swah——

Dozens of cold and fierce gazes came at him at the same time, instantly scaring Xia Ri Da Shu back and causing cold sweat to seep out of his forehead.

boom!

He slammed the door shut and leaned against it, gasping for breath with a terrified look on his face.

What the hell? Are those people pig butchers?

Minister Sanyoshi asked with concern: "What's wrong, coach? Did you see naked bodies? You should be used to that kind of thing by now."

This concern was indeed effective, and Xia Ri quickly recovered from the intimidation of that fierce gaze.

"What nudity? It's a hundred times more horrifying than that!!"

He was about to explain what he had just seen when he was pushed away.

"Get out of the way, you're so annoying, hurry up and finish the fight so I can go back."

Keijin Matsuo opened the door swearing, and walked into the Sobu High School baseball club's lounge with his chin held high.

"Hey, all the rookies from Sobu High School, I'm here to..."

Just when he was halfway through his words, Matsuo suddenly jumped back as if he had been electrocuted, knocking over all his companions who were about to follow him.

"boom!"

The small iron door that had been in disrepair for a long time was closed again, and Keijin Matsuo was gasping for breath.

What’s going on? What’s wrong with those people inside? Did I accidentally witness a murder scene?

Is there a body on the ground?

Although the sun was shining brightly, his hands and feet were cold, his pupils suddenly dilated and swayed around, and he subconsciously tried hard to recall the scene he had just seen.

The room called the Sobu High School Lounge was filled with men in black. The men all had fierce looks in their eyes, as if they had just killed someone. No, not as if. If they hadn't killed more than ten people, they would never have such looks. Is there blood on the ground? Yes! Yes! The ground was completely stained red with blood.

"Who's in there?"

Keijin Matsuo, the ace of Komatsukawa who was so arrogant just now, asked tremblingly.

The only coach who could empathize with him, Xia Ri Daishu, just opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly closed his mouth and quickly backed away. Then Matsuo felt a strong force coming from the door behind him, and he quickly grabbed the door handle.

Both feet are off the ground.

Matsuo looked at the ground blankly, and after two seconds of confusion he realized that he was being lifted up along with the door.

"This broken door should have been replaced long ago. Now it's embarrassing for other schools."

Hata Goro muttered something and then raised his head and shouted loudly to the back:

"Hey, Tsuchiya, hurry up and fix this, or we'll just have to use our kendo club's lounge!"

As he spoke, he and Zaimokuza Yoshiki next to him walked out, each holding the door in one hand, and Matsuo Keijin was lifted into the air along with the door.

Behind the two of them, members of the Sobu High School Kendo Club walked out one after another, each wearing a spirited black school uniform.

"Huh? Why is there a person hanging on the door?"

Hatagoro's eyes widened in shock.

"..."

Zaimokuza next to him opened his mouth and said, "Man, I thought you wanted to show your power to the other party, but it turns out that you didn't think about anything at all. You just relied on instinct to play the role of a villain very well."

I am still far from it.

Thinking of this, Zaimokuza raised his other hand and took the door with a living person hanging on it.

"I'm sorry, the door of our baseball club is very old." He said honestly, scratching his head.

The people from Komatsukawa had just been hit by Matsuo and had not had time to get up, but now, looking at Zaimokuza's oppressive figure like a mountain, they all shook their heads and apologized, saying that it was all the fault of their coach and ace and that the club would be responsible for compensation.

Zaimokuza didn't close the door. Instead, Hatagoro came over and grabbed Matsuo's waist with both hands. He took it down as if he was taking something from a cabinet. At the end, he patted his shoulder and said with a smile:

"You look strong, but you're surprisingly light. This won't do. How can you have the strength to play baseball if you don't eat?"

Matsuo looked at Hatagoro, who was half a head shorter than him, and opened his mouth to speak, but looking at the other's strong arms, he wisely closed his mouth, then bowed sincerely, saying that he was so tall in vain and was sorry for not being able to satisfy the adults.

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

Hata Goro glanced at the people from Komatsukawa High School and grinned:

"You can't be so casual later. You have to risk your life to win the game, okay?"

Matsuo nodded tremblingly, then froze again: "Ah?"

Hatagoro didn't look at him again, but patted his shoulder, shouted "Come on" and walked away. Zaimokuza, who was following him, also wanted to say something harsh to show off his power, but when he opened his mouth, he said:

"grumble--!"

The people of Komatsukawa all raised their voices in confusion: "Huh?"

Without giving them time to think, Mihashi Ryoma walked up with a weird smile on his face and patted Matsuo on the shoulder:

"Come on, if the opponent is too weak, Big Brother's opening show will be very ugly."

"what?"

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

"Win all of Tugu's underwear for me!"

"..."

"Give me your will and fight for your lives, everyone from Komatsukawa! Do you hear me?!"

"Hi!!"

The members of the Komatsukawa Baseball Club yelled loudly, and only raised their hands to wipe the sweat off their face after they were sure that the group of evil-looking people had gone far away.

A dozen people looked at each other for a long time, and then Minister Sanhaoshen hesitated and said:

“The people at Sobu High School are really enthusiastic…”

"..."

His words made the others' expressions even stranger. This was indeed quite enthusiastic. Although each of them looked like a murderer and all they said were threats, they were ultimately cheering them on.

As if there was a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his chest, Xia Ri Da Shu didn't want to say anything more. He waved his hand and led everyone into the lounge.

Keijin Matsuo quickly threw the door aside, and as soon as he walked in, he looked at the ground as if in a state of stress, and found that the blood-filled ground in his memory was actually just a gray concrete floor.

Maybe it's because of the light? He thought with a sigh of relief, and then turned his head sharply to see two people walking away with a mop, and the water dripping from the mop on the ground was red!

hiss--

The companion next to him shouted several times but failed to wake up the guy who was immersed in the fantasy of killing, so he had to pat him on the shoulder.

"Hey, hey! Kyujin, wake up! The coach asked us to say hello to the people from Sobu High School!"

"Ooh!"

Matsuo Keijin came to his senses and looked up in surprise as he walked over:

"So high!"

Standing in front of him was Hojo Kyosuke. His height of just 1.80 meters was still quite oppressive in such a narrow space, especially when facing a group of people whose average height did not exceed 1.75 meters.

Baseball is a sport that has high requirements for height. Tall people with long legs and fast running speed can catch up faster, and long arms are more conducive to exerting force to "throw" the ball. However, baseball is different from volleyball and basketball. There is no requirement for reaching high, so being too tall will lead to a slow sprint speed.

So looking at the entire Japanese professional baseball circle, the players are basically around 1.8 meters tall. Pitchers are generally taller, but not too tall.

But that is for adult baseball. For high school students, Hojo Kyosuke's height is just a cartoon. Those with such physical fitness would have probably been snatched away by better schools long ago.

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

Ryota Tsuchiya greeted the people opposite enthusiastically, assigned lockers to them, and introduced bathrooms and other facilities.

"Wait a minute, Tsuchiya-san, where is your coach, Mihara-sensei?"

Xia Ri Da Shu wondered, shouldn't the coach be the one to take over?

Upon hearing this, Tsuchiya Ryota's mouth twitched and he said stiffly:

"Coach Mihara will be the commentator today, so he should be in the stands right now."

"..."

The summer tree said speechlessly:

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

Tsuchiya Ryota also felt embarrassed to say that his own pork cutlet rice coach was completely letting himself go. He was only focused on showing off his favorite player, Ticket-kun, and said something like "I have to practice hard, maybe after I get into Koshien, they will invite me to commentate on Sobu High School's games!"

Oh my god, what idiot would invite the team's coach to commentate on the game? Did the organizers take bribes from the other team?

Although it makes no difference whether we have you or not, there always has to be someone to call for timeout and substitutions!

After hesitating for a moment, he forced a smile and said:

“Our coach believes in us more.”

Xia Ri Da Shu nodded without saying anything, and led the team to another row of lockers to start packing things, the catcher's protective gear, the hitter's crotch guard...it was impossible to wear all of these all the way here.

Although the people in Komatsugawa were changing clothes, their eyes kept drifting towards Sobu High School, or to be more precise, they were looking at Hojo Kyosuke.

"That's too much. I thought it was because of makeup or the photo shoot, but I didn't expect him to be even more handsome in person... I'm a little scared to compete. If I accidentally hurt his face, will the girls kill me?"

"absolute!"

"Also, have you noticed that the people at Sobu High School have too many bandages and bandages on their bodies? They look a bit scary. It's impossible for them to get so many injuries just from training, right?"

"Yeah, that guy still has a bandage on his head. He must have been beaten with a baseball bat!"

"..."

The people in Komatsugawa were talking in low voices. Indeed, except for Hojo Kyosuke, who was so perfect that his whole body seemed to be glowing, everyone in Sobu High School was covered in scars. On average, each of them had three Band-Aids on their face. Nekoda Juju's head was even wrapped in bandages, and it looked like he had just been in a fight last night.

Despite the discussion, both parties did not stay in the lounge for too long and walked out together.

Both sides consciously lined up in a column and walked towards the baseball field. As soon as they stepped through the barbed wire gate, Matsuo Keijin heard a loud noise.

"Let's enter. On the left is the Sobu High School baseball team, and on the right is the Komatsukawa High School baseball team."

He turned his head and saw two tables and three microphones on the small stand serving as the commentary booth, and the person speaking was a cute girl with brown hair.

"Haha, Hojo, Nishimiya-san's explanation is quite realistic."

Tsuchiya Ryota said happily.

Hojo Kyosuke smiled and nodded, then turned his gaze away from the stands.

The audience gave a warm round of applause. The beer had already started to take effect in their brains after such a long time. The uncles cheered out of habit.

But before Nishimiya Glass could continue speaking, Mihara Shozo next to her took the microphone and shouted excitedly:

"Our Hojo-kun will make Komatsukawa lose until he takes off his pants. Please stay tuned!"

The third person in the commentary booth, the director of Sobu High School, who served as the mascot, responded dully, "Stay tuned..."

"This old bastard..."

Xia Ri Da Shu was full of black lines on his head, thinking that this guy's role in the commentary booth is indeed more important than being a coach. After all, during the game last year, apart from seeing him crying more sadly than the players, he didn't play any role at all, and the team members had to trouble him to comfort him, which was really embarrassing. Now as a commentator, at least he can disgust himself a little.

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

Let's not talk about Komatsukawa. Sobu High School was led by Ryota Tsuchiya. A dozen people formed a circle. He stood in the middle, frowning and glaring at the members. He said in a hoarse voice:

"Remember the tactics!"

Maotian Juju and others nodded heavily.

“Shout it out loud!”

“Trust the ticket guy!”

"do it again!"

"Trust the Ticket Master! Trust the Ticket Master!!"

"very good!"

Tsuchiya Ryota clapped his hands:

"Come on!"

"gather!"

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

"The game begins, salute!"

Players from both teams took off their hats and saluted, then all of Komatsukawa's players walked to the sidelines, leaving only one man standing there holding a baseball bat.

After a coin toss, Komatsu Kawachuu attacked first in the first round.

Hojo Kyosuke, with the number "1", stood on the pitcher's mound. (End of this chapter)