Chapter 495: You Need to Be Aware of Relying on Others, You Bastard!

Pingping, a girl wearing a Sobu High School uniform, walked over with a brisk and cheerful step.

The platinum morning light flowed through the hair tips and fell from her smooth shoulders, dyeing her long brown hair to shine. She was like an angel stepping out of the sun.

The long and round thighs under the short skirt of the school uniform are so white that they shine, exuding healthy youthful vitality.

She put her hands behind her back and moved her long legs. As if she wanted to show how straight and beautiful her legs were to the greatest extent, she landed on her heels with every step she took, her knees didn't seem to bend, her posture was so cute, and every step seemed to step on Kyosuke Hojo's heart.

"Do you think Kyousuke knows nothing about the baseball club? He is not an ignorant person."

With this in her mouth, she walked straight through the crowd and walked to Hojo Kyosuke. She took the baseball bat from his hand naturally and skillfully and stood in the batter's position.

She lowered her head, and a few strands of hair fell down, but she ignored them and just kicked the dirt hard with her black round-toed leather shoes. The shiny leather shoes were stained by dirt, and she stepped on the ground into a comfortable shape.

She straightened her neck, raised her little face, raised the baseball bat on her shoulders with both hands, and got ready to hit.

"Now, Minister Tsuchiya, do you know where this is?"

The girl's voice sounded, as full of touching vitality as the morning sun, and as refreshing as the dew on the leaves.

After being called out, Ryo Tsuchiya subconsciously stood at attention. He couldn't be serious.

Finally here it is, my ultimate trump card!

Although it seems that her trump card has not been speaking for her so far, her presence here is already the greatest help!

"Here! It's the strike zone!" He held his head high.

"Strike zone! What a good name. It sounds much better than the Octagon or something like that!"

The girl burst out laughing, and Hojo Kyosuke also had a cheerful smile on his face. She is indeed my girl.

"It turns out that the scenery you see when you stand here is like this."

Yamauchi Sakura turned around and looked around, her amber eyes filled with a satisfied smile:

“It suits Kyosuke so well~~”

Her voice became more cheerful.

The bat left her smooth shoulder.

call--

call--

The slender hand held the bat and made a powerful swing, causing gusts of wind.

Seeing this skillful action, Tsuchiya Ryota thought that he had made the right choice in finding Yamauchi-san as the manager of the baseball club.

But why did she say that position was suitable for Hojo-kun?

He wanted to ask, but didn't dare. Didn’t you see the doting look on Hojo-kun’s face when he looked at Yamauchi-san? The Kendo Club, which had talked so much nonsense just now, is silent now. It is obvious that they understand that this is Hojo-kun and Yamauchi-san's exclusive time.

But he soon discovered something was wrong. Why did Yamauchi Sakura change her body angle every time she swung the bat, first toward first base, then second base, then third base... Rather than playing ball, she seemed more like...

"call--"

Yamauchi Sakura slammed the bat on the ground and exhaled heavily. I'm so tired. It seems my body hasn't recovered well enough.

"This is the place of the gods." She said with a smile as she tried to straighten her breathing.

"God?" Xisaki praised him at the right time.

"Yes, this is the way gods look at you."

Yamauchi Sakura raised her fair and slender neck and raised the bat flatly:

"Kyosuke stands here alone, but he controls the fate of nine people across from him.

Do you want to play this ball? To which outfielder should the ball be hit? Should it break through the first baseman's defense or the second baseman's defense, or directly hit a home run and score in one breath.

Standing here, Kyousuke became a god to the other nine people. "

The girl's voice was clear and translucent, full of joy, as if she was happy that her Kyousuke could find such a good position.

Right, that’s it!

Kyousuke is the most dazzling one wherever he is!

The team, winning, nothing should be a drag on him, he just needs to have fun.

Looking at the girl who was more dazzling than the sun, and then at Hojo-kun who looked like Asashi, Tsuchiya Ryota began to doubt whether his decision was correct. Then he thought about the reason why he came up with the idea of ​​inviting Yamauchi Sakura, and then he looked at Tamaki Aobubu next to him with complicated eyes.

My friend, is this also included in your calculations?

"Huh~~ The bat is really heavy. I feel like my arm will be sore tomorrow."

Sakura came over and handed the bat back to its owner.

"Good morning, Kyosuke."

"Good morning, Sakura, why didn't you sleep more?"

Hojo Kyousuke smiled, put the bat on his leg, stretched out his hands naturally, grabbed Sakura's arm and kneaded it gently.

"Hehe, actually you should have woken up long ago. I set the alarm clock for the same time as you, but I chatted with Nijiang too late last night, so the alarm clock didn't go off.

Ah, the alarm clock is indeed a gift from Kyousuke, it is as gentle and considerate as him.

However, this kind of incorrect gentleness is unacceptable, so I have already taught it a lesson, and now I will ask Momotaro to teach it a lesson. "

Yamauchi Sakura was so eloquent that she was the only one who could even turn off the alarm clock and go to sleep so wonderfully.

"This is Kyosuke's first time playing baseball, how could I miss it!" She finally told why she was here.

Hearing this, Hojo Kyosuke had no time to care about how Momotaro taught the alarm clock, and asked nervously:

"Where's Naka? Didn't she come with you?"

This silly girl went to Sakura last night to "turn herself in". Although he knew that Sakura would not embarrass her, Hojo Kyosuke still felt a little worried.

"Hey, Kyosuke, are you sure you want me to say it here?"

Sakura stood on tiptoe with her hands behind her back and moved her face towards Hojo Kyosuke.

Looking at this cunning and silly smile, someone felt relieved. She is indeed my Sakura.

"Okay, okay, Naka went to see Mr. Hiratsuka. Don't worry, nothing happened. Everyone is fine."

When she said the last sentence, she stared at Hojo Kyosuke without blinking.

Looking at his reflection in the amber eyes, Hojo Kyosuke felt a sense of panic.

"Train, train, get up so early and don't waste it."

Sakura turned around suddenly, and the hem of her skirt fluttered slightly, revealing a section of safety pants.

Is that the end?

Ryota Tsuchiya was stunned. Isn't the problem just now completely unsolved?

"Oh, right, Minister Tsuchiya. Don't think so much. Didn't you think about what to do before inviting Kyo to join the department?

What did you say, Ticket-kun?

Haha, what a cute name. I have to tell Aunt Mikiko quickly."

Sakura turned around, still laughing.

"But, I have a suggestion for you.

It is not shameful to rely on others. It is a lucky thing to have someone to rely on.

But, relying on others is not an easy thing.

When making such a decision, do you also have the awareness of leaving everything to the other party?

The character I hate most in the movie is the one who keeps chattering and making various requests when the hero comes to save the world. It's really hard to see the situation. The hero is busy saving the world, so how can he have time to listen to your nonsense? It's really unreasonable and shameless.

Baseball is like life. No one knows the result until the last moment. This sentence is good. But I like a sentence more. Life is like a river, it will not flow back. Once a decision is made, you can only cry when you see the result."

The girl smiled like a flower, as bright as the sun, but her words made Ryota Tsuchiya and the people in the baseball team feel cold all over.

The tall and strong guys stood there, feeling that their hands and feet were not their own, and they couldn't stand or sit. They just wanted to dig a hole to bury themselves.

Damn, the dogs of the kendo club, are you waiting to see this excitement! ?

Ryota Tsuchiya felt as if his heart was being squeezed by a big hand, and he didn't dare to turn his head to look at Hojo Kyosuke, but he could vaguely feel a piercing gaze coming from there. But he knew it was an illusion, Hojo-kun was not a narrow-minded person. Otherwise, this reprimand would not have come out of Yamauchi's mouth, and Hojo-kun didn't even need to say anything, the impatient bastards in the Kendo Club would have cleaned him up long ago.

Eh...

Thinking about what he said in the lounge before, he felt ashamed. Obviously saying such words, obviously forcing all the responsibilities on Hojo-kun, but here he asked Hojo-kun to do it his own way.

Me, what am I doing.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of his old friend Tamaki Aoki from the corner of his eyes, and the boy's expression was indeed very proud.

Ryota Tsuchiya gritted his teeth, he wanted to kneel down and apologize, even if he knocked the baseball field into concrete today, he had to show his sincerity and let himself remember it well, this is to invite gods, not to call for foreign aid!

He quietly looked at the members of the club, including Nekoda Juju, and he knew what everyone was thinking when their eyes met.

Here, let's get down here, everyone!

But...

"Okay, let's start training, first practice batting and then practice pitching."

A hearty voice broke through the darkness in the hearts of Ryota Tsuchiya and others like the sun, it was him, our ticket guy.

"Like Sakura said, you underestimate me too much. Why can't I suppress the opponent in both pitching and batting? Am I not strong enough?"

"No, it's not!" Pitcher Fujikawa Masashi hurriedly spoke. Although as the strongest pitcher in the club, he hoped to see a pitcher stronger than himself join Sobu High School, but this did not mean that he did not want to see Hojo-kun become an all-around "two-sword flow".

Seeing that Ryota Tsuchiya and others also wanted to speak, Hojo Kyosuke interrupted with a wave of his hand:

"Okay, baseball is everyone's game, start training, you don't want the baseball club of Sobu High School to be said to be "Hojo Kyosuke and his accessories" in the future, right? ”

“Hahaha~~”

As soon as these words came out, the tense atmosphere instantly loosened, and the cheerful atmosphere enveloped the baseball field again.

“Hahaha~ Actually, I don’t really care even if I’m said that. At least when people study our team, they will say that Hojo-kun prefers to steal bases when I’m in the batter’s box, which is also very impressive. ”

“Bah, do you have any shame? You dare to say that when you can’t hit a home run in that season?”

“Idiot, it’s because I can’t hit a hit that Hojo-kun will steal bases when the opponent is off guard!”

“Then what research value do you have?”

“It seems so, how can I repair it!”

“…”

Listening to the noise behind him, Yamauchi Sakura, who walked to the bench on the sidelines, raised the corner of her mouth slightly.

What a noisy morning.

She turned around and stood in front of the bench, with her feet slightly apart, one hand raised high and waving, and the other hand in front of her mouth like a trumpet and shouted loudly:

"Come on training Kyousuke!!"

"oh--!"

Hojo Kyosuke raised his bat and swung it hard.

Training started again. Hojo Kyosuke swung the bat again and again. The second- and third-year students gathered around him to help him pitch and simulate running and stealing bases. He was on the right track. The only problem is, he plays the ball so fast that even a baseball isn't enough. Even if the first graders on the edge of the field picked the ball back again and again, they couldn't let him swing the bat to his heart's content.

Those arms that suddenly grow thicker with each exertion, and beneath the surface of the muscles are inexhaustible strength. No matter how many times he swings the bat, he will not get tired, and the strength will not weaken at all.

The ball flew higher and farther, and the nightmare for the first graders seemed to have no end.

I don't know when, a figure walked next to Yamauchi Sakura and sat down quietly.

"Why did you agree to become the manager of the baseball department? You probably have no interest in baseball, right? Is it okay to waste your time on such things?"

Yukinoshita asked seriously:

"I think you would rather 'waste' your time on playing with Hojo. But now that you have joined, Hojo, who was originally careless, will become serious. This should be contrary to your expectations, right?"

The girl couldn't figure it out. Yamauchi Sakura and Hojo Kyosuke were both people who were keen to waste their lives on things they liked, but baseball was definitely not such a thing. Even if Sakurara tells her...

"Xiao Yukino, do you think I should do nothing on the last day of my life and just lie on the grass with Kyosuke like a fool and stare at the sky in a daze?"

"I didn't say anything like that!"

Yukinoshita frowned and said displeasedly, her little face quietly turned to one side.

"You must be in your heart..."

"Not in my heart either!"

How can you say that I think so if I haven’t finished thinking about it! Too lax!

Yukinoshita Yukino wrinkled her small nose and felt that Yamauchi Sakura was very abnormal today. Logically speaking, if she got up so early, Sakura's already stupid brain should be more difficult to use, but she is so sharp. , this is unscientific!

"Actually, the answer is hidden in what you just said. By the way, Kyosuke is going to tutor Kei tonight. Is Koyuki going too?" Sakura said with a smile.

"What I just said..."

Yukinoshita made a fist with her right hand and put it under her nose, feeling her breathing and starting to remember. Regarding the selective blocking of the second half of Sakura's sentence, she was not sure that she could surpass Hojo Kyosuke, so...

…

Concentrated time always flies by.

When Kyosuke Hojo changed into his school uniform after showering and walked towards the teaching building, Ryota Tsuchiya was still standing on the baseball field.

Ryota Tsuchiya stood in the strike zone and swung the bat twice, then looked up at the players in various positions.

It seems...it's really a little different? Do you feel like you have the power of life and death?

Why hasn't it been discovered before? Why did people used to think that pitchers were the real gods?

"Yamauchi-san, where's the pitcher's mound?" he asked suddenly.

Yamauchi Sakura turned his head and gave Ryota Tsuchiya a strange look.

"Of course that is the position of a god. As long as Kyosuke stands there, he is a god."

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