Chapter 488 Cousin, It's Time for You to Contribute to the Family

Before Hojo Kyousuke could say a few more words to the people in the Kendo Club, the sound of commands ringing in the sports ground suddenly stopped, followed by the chaotic footsteps of a herd of pigs.

Rumble——

Smoke and dust were everywhere, and a group of people in baseball uniforms ran over on the dirt playground.

Hojo Kyosuke stands in the middle, with baseball club members wearing white baseball training uniforms on the left, and kendo club members wearing black training uniforms on the right.

In terms of height, the baseball club member on the left is taller, and his strong muscles can be seen under his T-shirt and pants. But the people on the right are serious martial arts clubs. Even if the people in the baseball club are mainly engaged in fighting on the field, they still can't compare to the latter.

The former head of the kendo club, Aobu Tamaki, and the head of the baseball club, Ryota Tsuchiya, were both glaring at each other. The members behind them were also very angry, especially the members of the baseball club who had been running for who knows how long. If there is smoke, it will be even worse.

Just when the war was about to break out, Hojo Kyousuke smiled and said:

"What? Should I start shouting one, two, three now?"

As the words fell, the tense atmosphere dissipated instantly.

"Hey, Mr. Buchou, I took them for a run." Tamaki Aobu smiled sarcastically, but didn't say anything else. Instead, he glared at Ryota Tsuchiya and led them towards the track.

"Hojo, I'm here to take you to get your equipment."

The amazing thing is that Tsuchiya Ryota didn't say anything bad about the other party. Instead, he called a deputy to take the members to continue running, while he talked to Hojo Kyosuke with a smile.

The scene of the large-scale fight disappeared immediately. The members of the football club and the land sports club, who were waiting to watch the excitement on the football field and track, sighed with regret and returned to training.

The two ministers had a tacit understanding and knew that what Hojo Kyosuke hated most was trouble. If he got annoyed, he might just turn around and go home to sleep.

The national competition is youth for the two of them, but for this adult, it is just a seasoning. You can compete, but don't go too far, otherwise you'll be defeated.

"The clothes are all customized according to the data you provided. As for the bat, the department has a lot of new ones. If you don't feel comfortable with it, you can go to an outside store to buy it yourself, and the department can reimburse you. There are also gloves. I heard that you have already With the pitcher's glove so unprepared, the first baseman..."

Walking into the lounge, Tsuchiya Ryota was talking nonchalantly.

The lounge is not luxurious, let alone compared to a residential baseball club like Osaka Kirikage, or even compared to an average strong team. However, although the house is small, it has everything you need, such as a shower room, a storage room, and a fitness room.

"Actually, when I entered the school, Sobu High School didn't even have a shower room..."

Tsuchiya Ryota said a little lowly, but then he quickly added:

"Last year, the progress of the Sobu High Baseball Club stopped in the third round of the qualifiers, but that was only my limit, not Sobu High's limit!"

His eyes were astonishingly bright, and fire seemed to be spitting out of his mouth:

"Hojo-kun! The mission of winning back the massage chairs and canteen for the baseball club is up to you!

Next year, when the freshmen come in next year, they will see a completely different baseball club, right? "

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the wall behind him. Hojo Kyosuke looked up. On the wall between the two rows of lockers, there was a banner with black characters on a white background that read, "Enjoy baseball, use your brain to win." "

Ryota Tsuchiya’s voice continued:

"I know it's despicable to pin all my hopes on you, Hojo, but I've really reached my limit.

Even in my dream, I didn't see Koshien's winning flag hanging on this wall. I can't even imagine such a scene. "

His voice was a little choked, but it wasn't because he didn't work hard enough. The average dormitory baseball club only got up at six o'clock, but Sobu High's baseball club could barely keep up with that rhythm. He didn't know how much effort he put in to make the members of the club willingly show up at school at this hour. You know, this hopeless effort is the most desperate.

In the face of talent and talent, hard work and love are like shit!

"As long as you, Hojo-kun, can take everyone into Koshien, I will do it no matter what. I can wash your clothes, clean your shoes, clean the venue, clean the rest room...everything. You don’t need to worry about it. It doesn’t matter if you want everyone to shave their heads. Of course, everyone just wants to win.”

He continued, saying that he had inquired about Hojo Kyosuke's affairs when he was in junior high school, and found out that both Dongcheng High School and Kaijiu High School had paid Hojo Kyosuke a salary. But their Sobu High School baseball club couldn't do this. Their best result was that they made it to the third round of the Tokyo preliminaries. It was already very difficult to get the school council to allocate funds to build a shower room. If you want more money, you have to let school directors see the results, but if you want results, you need money.

So, they need Hojo Kyosuke!

Look at that stupid kendo club. It was obviously the bottom club in the school last year, but this year Hojo-kun immediately turned around as soon as he entered school. Not only did he have such a luxurious training room, but he also had sufficient funds.

He knew that that bastard Tamaki Aobu had already planned to take the Kendo club members to Hawaii for training after winning the national competition.

What a jerk, you can even say such nonsense as going to Hawaii for a training camp. Are you going to practice sword? What kind of sword? Do you dare to go before the competition? Are you afraid of your legs being weak on the field? You really forget everything because you have Hojo-kun!

How can you correct it!

His friend Tamaki Aonobu was hit by the pie that fell from the sky and was dizzy. Tsuchiya Ryota, who was so hungry that his eyes turned green, had to rely on himself to earn a glimmer of life for himself and everyone in the baseball team.

Hojo Kyousuke! Yes, it’s still this person. It doesn’t make sense that this pie can only be eaten by one person, right? Are you afraid of being stuffed to death?

Such an all-round person, it would be a waste of God’s gift if he doesn’t shine and give good results!

The pie fell from the sky. The bad news is that it didn’t hit me. The good news is that the pie is big enough for one person to eat it all.

A bamboo sword is a stick, and a baseball bat is also a stick. There is no difference between swinging a sword and swinging a baseball bat, right? Don’t you know that players who are good at pitching and hitting in the baseball world are called "two-sword style"? Isn't this tailor-made for Hojo Kyosuke!

He didn't dare to expect that Hojo Kyosuke would be able to lead everyone to win the championship all at once after joining the baseball club, but at least it would bring hope, let everyone see that Sobu High School can also win, and let the school directors see that Sobu High School's baseball team is also worth the funding. In this way, even if he graduates, he can proudly say in college that he was once the president of Sobu High School's baseball team.

For this, he is willing to give everything, even if his cousin is pushed into Hojo's harem!

"So, Hojo, please!"

Ryota Tsuchiya took off his baseball cap, put his hands on the seams of his pants, bent down heavily, and shouted loudly.

Hojo Kyosuke didn't speak, but turned his head and looked around.

The room is very old, and even if you pay attention to cleaning and maintenance, you can still see the mottled marks on the wall. There are dents on the door of the locker, and I don't know if it was caused by a fist or a head. A lingering smell of sweat lingers at the tip of the nose, and the mixed deodorant makes the smell even stranger.

There is a glass display case in the lower left corner of the room, which is empty. Hojo Kyosuke seemed to see the senior who founded the Sobu High School Baseball Club standing in front of the display case, ambitiously announcing to the members that everyone should fill the cabinet with honor together.

"We must win!!"

Such shouts rang in his ears, but the display case whose paint had gradually fallen off was still empty.

Good wishes and cruel reality were so clearly and realistically displayed in front of Hojo Kyosuke.

In front of him, Tsuchiya Ryota still did not straighten his back. This director, who denounced his own helplessness and supported the Sobu High School Baseball Club's progress with his efforts, bent down at this moment. In order to let everyone who has been following him see victory, he will do everything he can.

Hojo Kyosuke clearly felt his awareness, and such awareness moved him. He thought of Glass, Eriri, Yukino, Mitsuha...

He is a lazy person, always with a clear purpose, and never does things that are not beneficial.

If you don't take the shortcut, you will be punished.

This is the family motto of the Hojo family. People in the Showa era would be furious if they heard it, so it naturally didn't come from Hojo Kyosuke's grandfather. Yes, it is the family motto passed down by Hojo Mikiko. Currently, only Hojo Kyosuke, Yamauchi Sakura and Hojo Kashiko are trained.

He learned kendo to gain self-protection ability, drew comics to earn money, entered a prestigious school to gain social connections, and wrote mystery novels to gain social status... Every step he took had a clear goal, and he chose what he was good at.

Although he also needs to work hard, he is on a road called talent. Just like playing a game, as long as you work hard, you can keep upgrading.

And baseball... Hojo Kyosuke just agreed to it casually at first. Doing such a thankless task is completely out of his character.

Mr. Tsuchiya Ryota, although it seems that he has all the qualities to become a villain: awareness, hard work, a will to win, and unscrupulous means...

Once her personality changes, she becomes a perfect villain lady.

But, I guess you don't plan to have a sex change operation, right?

Even if you do, Hojo Kyosuke doesn't think the other party will meet the system's standards.

"Ah——"

Hearing the sigh coming from the front, Tsuchiya Ryota's heart sank suddenly, and the expression on his face almost couldn't hold it, but he didn't say anything, just pushed his waist and head down harder and lower, just like his heart, sinking into the abyss.

At this moment, he heard Hojo Kyosuke's clear and cool voice again.

"No need for next year..."

Tsuchiya Ryota raised his head suddenly, widening his eyes.

"This year, I will take you to Koshien, bring the victory back to Sobu High School, and bring glory to everyone."

Hmm! ! ?

Tsuchiya Ryota swore that he was not gay or voice-controlled, but at this moment he swore that he really fell in love with Hojo Kyosuke. What kind of mouth can say such beautiful words! The school bells in the country should be replaced with Hojo-kun's voice, so that people all over the country can listen to how nice this voice is every day!

His chest was burning hot, as if it was about to explode.

"Hojo-kun, you mean..." He still couldn't believe what kind of promise he had received.

"Just now, Minister Tsuchiya said that three rounds of preliminaries are your limit, but not the limit of Sobu High School, right?" Hojo Kyosuke had a refreshing and calm smile on his face.

"Well, I believe that we can achieve better results, as long as you join us, Hojo-kun."

"There's something wrong with that. Minister Tsuchiya, aren't you a part of Sobu High? Why did you reach the limit first?"

Hojo Kyosuke continued to talk, Tsuchiya Ryota said sadly, but in his opinion, it seemed that Sobu Taka was dragging Tsuchiya down.

“Who can say that the limit has been reached before life is over?

Let's work together, qualifiers, Tokyo, Osaka, Kyoto, Hokkaido, we will win them all and take all the glory! "

He also bent down and bowed solemnly.

"Please give me some advice, Minister Tsuchiya!"

"Yes! Please give me more advice!" Ryota Tsuchiya shouted, feeling that this mouthful of chicken soup was so fresh and nutritious that his blood surged.

The two looked at each other and smiled. Hojo Kyosuke was thinking that the training in the kendo club would be more rigorous in the future, while Tsuchiya Ryota was thinking about how to convince his uncle to transfer his cousin to Sobu High School.

The atmosphere in the lounge was great until...

"What is this? Why do you need to wear two pairs of socks? Are these pantyhose?" Hojo Kyosuke asked, holding a pair of hard socks in his hand.

"Well, these are sock stirrups, which can protect the calves and the stockings inside. After all, changing stockings frequently is quite expensive." Ryota Tsuchiya explained, then wiped the sweat from his face, and at the same time his mentality changed slightly. .

Hojo-kun really doesn’t know anything about baseball.

Baseball uniforms consist of white stockings underneath, and a pair of sock kicks on the outside to prevent slips and tackles... Because everyone wears spikes, the risk is still quite high.

After struggling for a while, Hojo Kyosuke finally put on his baseball uniform.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, he looked carefully.

The Sobu High Baseball Club's uniforms are a classic black and white color scheme, that is, white clothes with thin black lines. It is said to be a classic, but in fact it means that there is no money to hire a designer. On the chest are two big Chinese characters "Sobu", and on the back is the number "2", a black baseball cap.

Okay, very energetic... Hojo Kyosuke joked to himself.

"Hojo." Ryota Tsuchiya suddenly shouted.

"What?"

"I think you need to be more careful with your throws from the opposite side in the future."

"Touch ball?" Hojo Kyosuke asked doubtfully.

"Just a ball thrown in your face."

Ryota Tsuchiya was sincerely worried. This face was so handsome that even without any expression, the male creature would feel insulted.

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