Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 966: The Kendo Master Who Is Best at Playing Baseball in the Cartoonist

"One hundred and sixty-nine!"

"Oh my god! That guy Chapman broke his own record and tied the world record!!"

"Idiot, the current world record is Hojo Kyousuke's 180, 169 is a baby!"

"..."

Screams came from the sidelines one after another. It was obvious that the home run that Hojo Kyosuke hit so easily was a speeding ball that was enough to break the world record!

Of course, that was the world record before he came out of nowhere.

The reaction of the Sobu High School students who were watching was average. After all, this was not a formal game and lacked excitement. If it was a formal game, if Hojo Kyosuke was lucky with this home run, he could score four points at once and turn the tide of the game.

In sharp contrast to the students were a group of professional coaches and players. These people were carefully selected from thousands of people, and each of them was tall in stature. At this moment, they were shouting and jumping like crazy.

Chapman left the court very quickly, without trying any other pitches. His trump card was the super-high-speed ball, and although he could throw other changeups, he didn't think Nana could handle Hojo Kyosuke, because that man was so strong.

The coach of the Los Angeles Dodgers is almost going crazy. This all-around genius is a gift from God to the Dodgers! As long as they bring this guy back, the Dodgers will rule the world!

He almost rushed forward, but was blocked by other coaches.

Everyone looked at him with a very unfriendly expression. What's the matter? Your players have tried it, but we haven't!

Faced with the block, the Dodgers coach shouted in disbelief:

"Jesus!! Are you crazy? Do you think your pitcher can beat God?"

He raised his finger and pointed at the Yankees coach, asking sharply, "John, do you really want that coward on your team who can only throw a weak ball to challenge the King?"

Then he pointed at the Red Sox coach and said more sharply, "Or is it that loser on your team who can't even reach 160?"

Turning to look at the San Francisco Giants...

"Stop, stop, stop, shut up you damned guy. Do you think you're the only smart one?!"

The San Francisco Giants coach spoke before his opponent, spit flying:

"The great Mr. Hojo has just put on his protective gear and helmet. What he longs for is a hearty victory. Do you think your Chapman alone can satisfy him?!

Almost all of the best baseball players in the world are here. Today! In this unknown little school (Principal Kitty: Are you polite?), the great Mr. Hojo will kill everyone and step on the corpses of you guys to be crowned king and become the new God! "

After hearing this, all the coaches and managers turned their heads to look at Hojo Kyosuke who was standing in the batter's box.

The man was only 1.80 meters tall, which was inconspicuous among the American players who were often 1.92 meters tall. But standing in the batter's box, holding a light brown bat, he looked as tall as the Twin Towers in New York, with a presence that no one could ignore.

It's the kind of presence that would make anyone who sees it think, "Oh, I really want to challenge him," just like the morning star that first appears in the sky at dusk.

After Chapman left the field, many players were busy exclaiming that no one was coming on the field. However, Hojo Kyosuke was not in a hurry. He swung the bat from time to time with impeccable and elegant posture, like a top gunslinger in a western movie or a peerless swordsman in Kurosawa Akira's lens.

Occasionally he would turn around and wave to the sidelines, causing screams, and then he would become the Super Star that everyone was paying attention to.

The Dodgers coach calmed down a little and briefly suppressed the shock caused by Hojo Kyosuke in his head. He looked at and analyzed the man with the eyes of a professional.

Powerful, unquestionable, and the definition of bullshit.

Genius, that's nonsense, but not in the ordinary sense. The information shows that although he played baseball for a short time, he practiced Neon Kendo for a long time and was very hardworking. Even after he achieved the first place in the country, he never relaxed.

In addition, he has been doing targeted physical exercises since he was very young and is very self-disciplined. He is not the kind of genius that the American public thinks is full of evil and suddenly wakes up from God's revelation and then soars to the sky. He is a good boy-like genius unique to Asian countries.

Very good, this is a very good selling point. He can write best-selling books and is also good at fighting. The American people will love him to death!

Introvert? Or "implicit", quite restrained. He could have thrown more than 180 balls to break the world record again, but he just didn't do it. He was not as flamboyant as the kids on his team.

Very good, as an athlete, this is a very good quality, which makes the enemy always unpredictable and helps with tactical arrangements.

Craving for attention?

This was not the trait that the Dodgers coach observed in Hojo Kyosuke, but... this big boy appeared to be very humble and restrained, but when facing his fans, those students from the same school, he was willing to respond and behaved very friendly, or approachable.

He didn't show any arrogance of a campus star at all, and he was also very friendly to the two guys he easily defeated. Very good, very good quality, because it means that the other party can easily integrate into the team and there is no problem of acclimatization.

calm……

Alert...

The Dodgers coach analyzed the situation silently. He saw the pitcher and catcher of Japan's local team, the Yomiuri Giants, come on the field without making any movement, like a sculpture.

He almost doubted whether he had fallen into a beautiful illusion. Was there really such a perfect existence in the world? Or was Hojo Kyosuke God himself?

He agreed with the San Francisco Giants coach's idea. Today was the day when Hojo Kyosuke would become famous all over the world. He would defeat the strongest baseball team in the world brought by himself and others, and step on the honors that these guys had worked so hard to get, and become the new king of the world!

He should not have stopped it. Instead, he should have persuaded the principal of the school to call over those teams that did not get tickets to the competition and ask them to send their strongest players and beg Mr. Hojo to defeat them and make them prostrate themselves at the feet of the new king.

Of course, doing so will make everyone more clearly aware of Hojo Kyosuke's strength, thereby increasing the difficulty of their pursuit of Hojo Kyosuke.

But the world doesn't work that way. When a foot crushes a violet, it leaves its fragrance on the heel. Now they are like violets, making Mr. Hojo smell delicious!

“Fools build houses and wise men live in them.”

Use those idiots to forge the "World's Strongest" crown for Hojo-san, and then they sign Hojo Kyousuke. It'll be a little more expensive, but totally worth it!

What happened next was simply shocking. If a veteran baseball fan was here, he would definitely be excited to the point of fainting.

Here are almost all the top athletes from America and Japan, the two countries with the strongest baseball programs in the world. Yes, although Japanese baseball players are eager to play in MLB, in fact, Japan has always been ranked first in the world baseball world.

Just from this point, it is not difficult to understand why baseball is the national sport in Japan. For details, please refer to Brazilian football and Tokyo University's table tennis. When your country has a sport that leads the world, even an idiot knows what to do, of course, to promote it!

These world's strongest baseball players took to the field at once, and then lined up like jumping off a cliff. They tried their best to use all their skills, throwing all the pitches they were good at, and then they were crushed by Hojo Kyosuke like ants, hitting home runs one after another.

Since the purpose of today was to test Hojo Kyosuke's batting ability, there was no intentional throwing of bad balls. So when facing those balls that did not fly towards his body but fell into the strike zone in a standard way, he hit them with ease.

The students on the sidelines screamed louder and louder, and the TV Asahi reporter who was hiding in the corner and broadcasting the live broadcast was so happy that she almost fainted. The voice of the TV station supervisor kept coming from her earphone, telling her about the increase in ratings and all kinds of exciting news.

The athletes were excited and desperate at the same time. They were excited because they saw the achievement of the strongest man in the world, and they were desperate, needless to say.

That Hojo Kyosuke is just as the stupid online media said, as powerful as a robot from the future, precise and powerful, and never makes mistakes.

There were cameras on the sidelines specifically tracking every ball hit by Hojo Kyosuke, and everyone was shocked to find that when facing the strongest pitchers in the world, Hojo Kyosuke still had enough room to control the angle and route of each ball.

On the computer screen, I saw the baseball tracks going from high to low and from low to high, one after another.

Just as the coaches were still studying whether there was any secret behind Hojo Kyosuke's playing style, Sobu High School Tonkatsu Rice Coach Mihara Shozo, who was standing nearby to join in the fun, pointed at the screen and screamed.

"Ahhhhh-"

The New York Yankees coach cursed in dissatisfaction and asked, "Why are you screaming like a little girl?"

The translator translated faithfully, but the Katsudon coach ignored him and reached out to pull over Sobu High School's principal, Kitty Cat, and pointed at the screen and muttered something. The next second, Principal Kitty Cat also screamed:

"Ahhhhh-"

"Fuck, why do you Japanese people like to scream like little girls!"

The Yankees coach cursed again. Principal Kitty was still somewhat educated and could at least understand English, so he pointed at the computer screen and screamed:

"It's Ukiyo-e!"

"Hojo-kun drew a picture of The Great Wave off Kanagawa using a baseball!!!"

His scream attracted a crowd of Japanese people. When they looked closely, they found that the lines on the computer screen were indeed waves!

"Hiss!! Guoyi!!"

"As expected, he is the best kendo player in the cartoonist who plays baseball!"

"What Hojo-sama plays is not baseball, but art!"

"..."

After the translation, the New York Yankees coach looked at the picture displayed on the mobile phone of his Japanese colleague next to him, and the next second...

"Ahhhhh-"

Now it was the Dodgers coach's turn to ask him why he was screaming like a little girl, but then all the white and black men turned into little girls.

"God, can't our awesome boy even bother him a bit? Or is Mr. Hojo so bored that he's drawing?!"

The soul-searching question made everyone silent. The coaches looked at each other, not knowing whether they should tell their players the news.

Should we tell them to stop this shameful action, or block the news and let them continue to be ignorantly happy?

A bunch of big names in the world of baseball turned their heads to look at the man who was swinging the bat frequently. Every time he hit the ball thrown by the opponent, Hojo Kyosuke would even give a thumbs up and praise the opponent, and he never repeated the good words, fully demonstrating his outstanding language talent.

"..."

This guy... is so evil.

The Dodgers coach added another paragraph to his mental analysis of Hojo Kyosuke's personality:

A person with a bad taste and difficult to understand. Being able to show both kindness and evil at the same time is probably a common trait of artists, because Hojo Kyousuke is so talented.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded:

“It’s not just the Great Wave off Kanagawa picture!”

The words were spoken in English, but when everyone turned around they saw that the person speaking was a frighteningly beautiful Japanese girl.

Wearing the Sobu High School uniform, she has a broad mind and a pair of straight and long thighs under her short skirt.

It was Yukino Yukinoshita who was forgotten by Nozomi and Sakura at school. Although she did not go to America to study abroad, English was obviously very easy for her.

The people from America didn't know why a high school girl came here, when all the unrelated students should have been kept out.

Principal Jinchuan Xiaomao squeezed over and first explained to everyone, "This is the staff officer of our school's baseball team."

Staff officer?

Does this position exist in baseball?

Just as I was wondering, I heard the principal ask in English that no one could understand:

"Yukinoshita-san? What do you mean?"

The black-haired girl was not nervous at all in the face of this scene. After obtaining consent in fluent English, she walked forward, held the mouse and began to operate the computer.

As she operated she explained:

"Last time, in order to teach the team members how to dance, I specially learned how to make 3D animations. The analysis software you used happened to be the one I was familiar with, so I saw that..."

Having said that, she took a step back, turned lightly to move away from the screen, and raised her hand gracefully to signal.

"Yahahahah!!"

The little girl-like scream rang out again, but this time no one cared to figure out who was screaming so horribly because everyone started screaming.

"It's a panda!!"

“Giant Panda!!”

"Hojo-kun drew a panda out of a baseball!!"

"The trajectory of his home run was a panda!!"

"Jesus! This is crazy!"

"..."

Amid the screams, Yukinoshita Yukino showed a satisfied smile. (End of this chapter)