Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 873: Mr. Hiratsuka, you don't want your students to know that you are drunk

When Hojo Kyosuke walked into the classroom yawning, what he saw was Ooka standing on the table with his back hunched and in a horse stance like a sumo wrestler, shouting "Long live Hojo-kun" at the corner of the table.

A large circle of boys and girls gathered around the table, all stamping their feet and cheering.

Someone's comfortable yawn suddenly stopped, just like the cheers in the classroom suddenly stopped.

Ooka, who had just been stamping his feet, waving his arms and shouting, "slid" off the table like a snake, like a mouse seeing a cat, then sat down very naturally, picked up a textbook and opened it.

"Abandon, abandon, give up, give up..."

He didn't know for a moment whether the book in his hand was an English textbook or not, because he accidentally held it upside down, so he could only read out the most familiar English words by instinct. You know, if he saw this word alone, he wouldn't be able to remember its meaning, but now he was as familiar with it as his mother tongue.

Ooka's smooth performance stunned those who were gathered around the table. Some people wanted to take the lead and cheer, but were immediately grabbed by the arms by the people around them.

Poke, point...

"Hojo-san——!!"

The revelers then saw clearly that it was the real protagonist who had arrived. The reason they were suddenly startled was that that person was so imposing every time he appeared.

There were always two or more girls walking in the front, followed by a group of ferocious-looking subordinates, and he himself walked in the middle.

If the previous Hayato Hayama was shooting an idol campus movie, this one's style is the Yakuza invading the campus. If he changes into a high-end suit, he can immediately start shooting a mafia blockbuster.

Especially when Hojo Kyosuke yawned and looked lazy as he stepped into the doorway surrounded by Hatagoro and the others, Hikigaya Hachiman in the corner almost bowed 90 degrees and shouted, "Boss, you worked hard to kill people last night!"

But after being startled, everyone in the classroom thought that they had done nothing bad except shouting "Hail!" behind Hojo-kun's back. So the smiles returned to their faces, and some of the more outgoing people even walked to the back of the classroom and shouted loudly:

"Hojo, I will definitely go to cheer you on Saturday! If you need any support, just let me know. Although with your popularity, it probably won't be necessary, haha~~"

With this in mind, others also started to make a fuss:

"Hojo-san! You must lead us to Koshien! Let's warm up by taking out Komatsukawa this week!"

"Hojo-kun, is the cheering group prepared by our "Hojo Kyousuke Cheering Group" independently or is it a separate cheering group for the baseball club?"

"I never thought that Hojo-kun has a new talent for baseball. You are becoming more and more perfect. I will write that we are classmates in my resume. I'm sure the company will take notice of me!"

"..."

With each call of "Hojo", Hojo Kyosuke's sleepiness gradually disappeared.

He walked towards his seat in confusion, said thank you sixteen times, shook hands eight times, took photos with three people, and accepted twenty-one souvenirs. There were thirty people in his class, which meant that except for the six people in the kendo club, Sakura and Glass, everyone prepared gifts for him during the holidays.

That's why everyone was so enthusiastic about talking to him just now. Although he is a big shot who can only be seen in school and on the news network, Hojo Kyousuke never puts on airs in class. To paraphrase the students of Private Toyosaki Academy's comments about Eriri:

"He is a famous writer who has gained nationwide fame. His works are even being made into movies by Hollywood and broadcast all over the world. He is also a cartoonist and a kendo master. Not to mention that he is rich and famous, the most important thing is that he is so handsome and has such a good figure. However, he is not proud of those things and is very friendly to everyone. He is very popular not only among classmates and seniors, but also in the high school community in Japan. I heard that this year, the number of schools that applied to hold events with our school has tripled compared to last year. They are all teachers and students who are curious about Hojo-kun."

That's it. Just as Kato Megumi has no conscious desire to become inconspicuous, Hojo Kyosuke has no conscious desire to be a celebrity. If he really wanted to market his genius persona, he should be a professor at the University of Tokyo now, working with a group of old men to study difficult math problems every day. He went to school honestly because he longed for the high school life of Sakura Nozomi and the others, so why would he do that?

So the people in the class have a pretty good relationship with him, but they are very careful about the limits when asking about gossip occasionally, so it is a comfortable relationship.

Seeing how happy everyone in the class was, in order not to disturb everyone's interest, Hojo Kyousuke hung his schoolbag on the side of the desk before shouting:

"Hey, Ooka, explain to me what happened. You were standing on the table, right?"

He immediately caught the culprit. The guy stood on the desk like a drunk prostitute, except for a circle of white cloth wrapped around his forehead. Of course, if it was really wrapped, Hojo Kyosuke would be angry, after all, only dead people in his hometown dressed like that.

"Hi!"

The young man Ooka stood at attention immediately, then slammed the book shut and slid to his knees in front of Hojo Kyosuke's desk. He managed the distance just right, and his lowered head just touched the table leg.

Even Hojo Kyosuke couldn't help but exclaim:

"I was just about to say that you've really perfected your sliding technique! Now even Maotian can't catch you, right?"

Ooka, who had lowered his head to prepare for the private horse race, raised his head and said proudly:

"During yesterday's practice, Nekoda and Fujikawa took turns trying to tag me, but neither of them even managed to touch a hair of mine!"

Tagging is the same situation that happened when Hojo Kyosuke stole a base for the first time when he tried to play baseball and was chased by a group of people. The baseman holds the baseball in his hand and touches the base runner to eliminate him.

The best part of a baseball game, besides pitching and hitting, is the competition between the base runner and the base defender. There are many exciting scenes where the base runner uses his exquisite body movements to bypass the base defender and advance to the next base. For example, a diving jump over the opponent's head, or directly sliding under the crotch, a backflow body movement, etc., as long as it is successful, it will definitely cause cheers.

"Everyone calls me Eel Ooka now~"

Ooka straightened his chest proudly. Although his kneeling posture was a little strange, he looked really proud. Yes, having a nickname means that everyone recognizes him, except for the four-eyed frog.

"eel……"

The corner of Hojo Kyosuke's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself, as long as you are happy.

Ooka, who had just started talking, didn't wait for Mr. Ticket to ask any more questions. He took out his cell phone and showed the message the minister had just sent him.

"…That's right. Minister Tsuchiya said that he had asked for your consent, Hojo, so he contacted Komatsukawa High School, which sent us home with a score of 14-0 in the first round of the preliminaries last year, to play a practice match on Planet Six."

Have you asked for my consent?

Hojo Kyosuke narrowed his eyes slightly, and his computer-like brain quickly searched his memory. After a while, he found two pictures. They were the emails sent by Tsuchiya.

“…I’m also urgently contacting the school where we’re going to have our first official practice match. Originally, everyone was disgusted by the name of Sobu High School. They wouldn’t even agree to treat me to a meal or a drink. But when they heard that we have Hojo-kun, their attitudes immediately changed. I think they want to beat you, Hojo-kun, so that they can brag about it in school…”

Yeah……

My loyal Tsuchiya Ryotai, I thought you were a qualified flatterer, but I didn't expect that you would end up being the same kind of person as Kisaki. Not only did you try your best to pass the exam, but you also want to drag me, your boss, to make progress together?

Does this sound like a word?

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at Tetsuta Kisaki who was not far away.

Xisaki first pushed his glasses up with his middle finger, then slowly opened the thermos and drank a sip of health tea, pretending not to notice his elder brother's gaze.

Yes, of course he had a hand in this matter. Although the manager of the baseball club was Miss Yamauchi, and she was an official member who could finally follow the team into the Koshien stadium, it was obvious that the lady was someone's childhood sweetheart, and they were just as lazy as each other, so how could she have the time to deal with those chores?

Yes, of course, Tetsuta Kisaki became a shadow manager, just like his role in Rage Angel.

Why do I feel a little sore in my waist? Oh, it turns out that my body is hollowed out.

Kisaki would never tell others that the reason why Ryouta Tsuchiya was able to find Komatsugawa High School so easily for a confidence-boosting revenge match was because after seeing the screenshot of the email shared by his eldest brother, he made up his mind to let his eldest brother see the true face of that bastard Tsuchiya, so he actively helped with the coordination.

As for how to coordinate? It was very simple. He just sent a subordinate to say that the Crazy Angels wanted to watch you play a game. Then it was settled. The other party also enthusiastically expressed support for score customization, but he refused and threatened that if the other party did not play hard, they would feel the enthusiasm of the Crazy Angels next.

Hojo Kyosuke stared at Kisaki for a while before turning back to look at Eel-kun... Oh, no, it was Eel Ooka.

After his thoughts came back to him, his mouth slowly opened.

"Wait, fourteen to zero?"

"Yes, Nekoda-senpai told me that they were sent back home without even getting a single point. It seemed like the game was over in just over an hour. Many seniors were so angry that they quit the club, but now they are all back."

Ooka had a calm look on his face, as if Sobu High School had defeated the opponent 14-0 in just over an hour.

But think about it, it was last year's Sobu High School that lost, and it was Minister Tsuchiya and seniors like Nekoda who were embarrassed, so what does it have to do with him, the first-year Unagi Ooka?

Hojo Kyosuke had a lot of complaints to complain about, he really admired Tsuchiya Qing, he could maintain such a suffocatingly rubbish club so well.

Well, it’s already great that we can get enough people to participate in the competition.

After a long time, looking at Ooka's monk's head, he softened his heart again.

Forget it, let me lead them to create a miracle.

Only a weak person would join a strong baseball school and then naturally make it to Koshien. A superman like him should lead a group of eels to Koshien and make everyone drop their jaws!

After thinking for a while, he patted Ooka on the shoulder and encouraged him:

"Come on! Ooka-kun, try to evolve into a ferocious naked eel!"

Ooka, whose face was ablaze the moment he was tapped on the shoulder by the ticket-master, immediately responded loudly, then stood up and bowed ninety degrees again:

"Please look forward to my performance! This summer will definitely belong to Sobu High School!"

It's really hard for him to perform such standard movements in such a narrow aisle.

Then Ooka said loudly and seriously:

"But! I don't want to be a falling eel! I want to be a Maiko (loach)!

I'm small and slippery, I can get anywhere, and no one can catch me if I run!"

His face was solemn and fanatical, and in his eyes there was a lion... and one or two loaches. In short, there were some scary things hidden in his eyes that made people shudder.

"Please wait and see, Hojo-kun. I will not let down the opportunity you created!"

I dare not look at you, you guys are getting more and more outrageous.

Hojo Kyosuke shuddered, how could such a nonsensical statement be made?

Forced a smile, he encouraged Ooka a few more words.

"call--"

After seeing off the slippery and small loach, Hojo Kyosuke lay on the table and let out a long breath.

"What should I do, Nitro-chan? I want to go home and sleep. I feel like I've used up all my energy for this year."

He whispered coquettishly to Nishimiya Naoko in front of him.

The girl who was chatting with other classmates froze for a moment, then she dismissed the other classmates, turned around stealthily, and whispered:

"Well... Kyousuke-kun, do you want to go to the rooftop and take a nap? Um, you can rest your head on my legs, and I'll give you a massage?"

As she spoke, Glass first looked at her thighs covered by her school uniform skirt with a blushing face, then raised her little hand to gesture.

Hojo Kyosuke slammed the table and stood up. Today's youth romance story is called "skipping class, taking a beautiful girl to the rooftop, and sleeping on my lap."

But before he could do anything, the class bell rang.

Fortunately, he has never been a good student. Zhu She, who has been bullied since elementary school, dared not even breathe a word with him. In junior high school, Sanye did poorly on an exam for her, which made the teacher suspect that the teacher had a grudge against him and that's why he did that. Now in high school, for the sake of his beautiful youth (crossed out) and for the love of the good boy Nitrox, he has to skip even Hiratsuka Shizuka's class!

Grabbing Gaozi's wrist, he walked straight to the back door of the classroom.

Nishimiya Glass exclaimed in a low voice: "Ah... Kyosuke-kun, class has already started."

Someone said something without even turning around: "It's an illusion. Actually, the holiday hasn't ended yet. The teacher will come in later and apologize to everyone, saying that the school made a mistake with the time."

So the well-behaved Xiao Jiang just said "Oh~" and obediently let him lead the way by the hand.

The two of them came to the back door, and the door slid open automatically with a whoosh.

Huh? The classroom door has become sensory? Kisaki has also learned a little from Tsuchiya-sensei...

"Hojo! Didn't you hear the school bell?"

A tall figure in a white coat stood in front of Hojo Kyosuke. He let go of her hand in a flash and ran back to his seat.

Someone who failed in a youth romance story stood there with a very unhappy look on his face.

Then, looking at the slim figure of teacher Shizuka Hiratsuka in front of him, especially her pair of beautiful legs that were still slender and full even in trousers, he felt frightened.

"Teacher Hiratsuka Shizuka, you don't want the students and teachers in the office to know what you did after getting drunk, right?" (End of this chapter)