Chapter 502 Parasite's Youth?

Hearing his good nephew's words, Mr. Hyodo swallowed the words that were already on the tip of his tongue.

"Ah, Ryota-ge, what on earth are you doing here? From the beginning to now, I have been hearing you say no, no, no, my father is not as strict as you!"

Hyodo Michiru yelled in frustration. Seeing that hope was just around the corner, her cousin came out to make trouble again.

"Michiru, you can't talk like that."

Mrs. Hyodo glared at her daughter in a reproachful way, but her eyes looking at her nephew were also a little more inquiring. Indeed, Ryota didn't seem to have given any good suggestions so far. It's not possible to question and then question, deny and then deny, right?

"Ahem... I'm letting you see in advance what will happen if you take a video and post it on the Internet. Those people are much more excessive than what I am doing now."

Tsuchiya Ryota said without changing his expression.

"I see, that's right, you imitated it very well, Ryota-ge." Amaki Tomoya praised.

"Same here, you're not bad either, I think your imitation is more realistic."

Tsuchiya Ryota rolled his eyes in his heart, can you please stop comparing me with you?

"Then..."

Mr. Hyodo pondered, feeling a little tricky for a moment.

Seeing this situation, a dedicated baseball club director knew it was time for him to take action:

"Speaking of which, if you just want a stage to perform, I think I can help."

"Huh!? Is Ryota finally going to give up baseball?" Hyodo Michiru said in surprise.

"How is that possible, are you an idiot!"

"Michiru, don't say that kind of stupid thing, if Ryota gives up now, wouldn't it be even more stupid." Mrs. Hyodo glanced at her daughter with a reproachful look.

"Oh, that's right."

"Ryota, just tell us what you have to say, we all believe in you." Mr. Hyodo said sincerely.

Tsuchiya Ryota smiled modestly, then put his hands on his thighs, slightly turned his body to face his uncle.

I don't know why, but Mr. Hyodo suddenly had the illusion of returning to the company, as if those idiots who came to him with messy plans were in this attitude?

It should be an illusion, this is my good nephew Ryota-kun!

"I wonder if Uncle Hyodo has ever heard of cheering?"

"Cheering?"

Everyone present repeated it in their mouths or in their minds. Who doesn't know about cheering? Baseball is the national sport of Japan, and the culture of cheering matches it. At least everyone is definitely familiar with this word. But no one spoke, waiting for Ryota Tsuchiya to continue. Especially Amami Tomoya, who always felt like he was eating a very new Amway.

"Yes, everyone knows that I am the president of the school baseball club now..."

"Wait, Ryota, you don't want to ask "Icy Tail (band name)" to cheer for your band, right?" Hyodo Michiru asked in astonishment.

"That's right! The stage is definitely big enough, and the number of audiences is definitely far more than that of an ordinary livehouse. Performing on such a stage must be very helpful for honing one's own skills. ”

Hyoudou Xingren didn't even look at his cousin. This guy was too much. He dared to laugh at his baseball team.

"Support..." Mr. Hyodou thought.

"Isn't this wrong? The band should have enjoyed the support of others, but now they have to support others?"

Aki Tomoya was puzzled:

"How can support be compared to performing in a livehouse? It's a baseball game. It's clear who the protagonist is. "

"That's true..." Mr. Hyodou thought. It's true. It should have been the most dazzling existence, the only protagonist. If it's support, it will become a supporting role.

Tsuchiya Ryota glanced at his useless cousin, ignored him, and still looked at his uncle seriously:

"You should have seen baseball games, right?"

"Of course."

"You should also understand the importance of support, right?"

"This..."

"I know, I know, most of the income of idols depends on fans' support! "Ryuya Aki spoke enthusiastically.

But no one liked what he said, because he was the only idol fan present, and what he said was just nonsense to everyone.

"Well, Xiaolun, eat more fruit." Only Hyodo Michiru still cared about her destined childhood sweetheart.

"Wow, is this the strawberry that costs 5,000 yen each in the supermarket downstairs?" Ryuya Aki's eyes sparkled. He was almost blinded by the dazzle when he walked past the window just now.

"Yeah, take a box back later. "Mrs. Hyodo's smile was a little reluctant, but it was certainly not because of the strawberries that were nothing.

Ryota Tsuchiya had already entered the state completely. He had simulated these words in his mind countless times before coming here. He even rehearsed them in a low voice while sitting on the train. As for whether the people in the car thought he was crazy, how could he know? Focus, focus, focus is a necessary condition for success!

"Before the game officially starts, all the audience's attention will be focused on the cheering group. Such attention and test for the band are no worse than the underground stage, right?" He looked at his uncle and said solemnly.

"Ah, this is true. The cheering group is the most eye-catching before the game starts."

Hyoudo Kyouto nodded, but what he thought of was the long and smooth legs of the cheerleaders. It wasn't that he was lustful, but there really wasn't much to see at that time, and the support groups of both teams were carefully prepared.

"After the game starts, if the game is exciting, then the cheering group will be the most cheering thing on the field? If the game is boring, then the cheering group will be the only bright spot on the field?"

Tsuchiya Liang spoke too seriously, without even a trace of falsehood.

Although baseball is an imported product from the United States, it has changed its shape in neon.

Neon has a large number of baseball support organizations, a uniform support format, and a warm support atmosphere. The support groups of each team will prepare corresponding support songs and support actions for the teams and players, and adopt corresponding support methods according to different offensive and defensive times on the field.

The most famous ones are the "Morning War", the Hundred Years War between two prestigious private schools, Waseda University and Keio University.

After Keio's team won the victory, their support group immediately went to Okuma Shigenobu Residence and Waseda Masamon Mountain to shout long live. The same goes for Waseda. After the victory was reversed, their support group immediately rushed to Fukuzawa Yukichi's residence and Keio's main entrance to cheer loudly. The scene was as spectacular as a parade, and subsequent games were stopped for fear of escalating riots.

By the way, Okuma Shigenobu and Fukuzawa Yukichi are the founders of Waseda University and Keio University respectively. The meaning of the cheering group running to their mansion and cheering is probably to say, "Your disciples and grandsons were beaten to pieces by us. Sure enough, the future of neon is still in the hands of our Keio/Waseda."

The darkest moment for Waseda students was probably when they saw Fukuzawa Yukichi appearing on the 10,000-yen bill. In comparison, they still preferred Prince Shotoku.

Although the current morning celebration battle is not as explosive as the original one, it is still very popular.

"Down with Waseda, down with Waseda, beat him away! Oh~~ Keio is going to win! Keio is going to win!"

Mr. Hyodo actually sang quietly, with a nostalgic smile on his face:

"Indeed, even if I couldn't understand the competition at that time, I was very happy just sitting in the audience with my seniors and singing casually. Looking at the wind section and conductor in front of me, I felt that Waseda was not worthy of being as famous as Keio."

"yes!"

Tsuchiya Liang slapped his thigh too hard and shouted:

"Support and baseball are one! Only with a good support team can players perform better. The support team is not a supporting role at all, but the absolute protagonist!

Becoming a support group for the Sobu High School Baseball Club is definitely the best choice for Michiru and her band! "

He spoke every word loudly, and the more he spoke, the more he felt that he was doing something super righteous, and it was not at all to please Mr. Hojo. But for everyone in the baseball club, for the Hyotou family, and for the Tsuchiya family!

Mr. Hyōdo's memories of his student days are reviving, and past memories are attacking his brain.

I really miss the support. The support team of the baseball club is indeed very important. Behind a strong team there must be a strong support team.

The term "devil's home court" often appears in the NBA, mainly due to the contribution of the support organization.

Think about it, the game scene is filled with the opposing team's cheering songs, trumpets are playing, and taiko drums are beating. You have to prepare mentally for a long time before pitching. If you make a bad pitch, will you be booed by the opponent? I couldn't hear the cheers after my vote, which was so disappointing.

For a baseball team with a strong support team, the support team will play exciting music during the offensive round, and the supporters will sing support songs in unison. If the pitch is bad, you will hear the sound of encouragement, and if the pitch is good, you will hear the sound of drums and trumpets.

This gap directly debuffs the enemy like crazy.

For some schools that won the championship in Koshien, the cheering teams were called the heroes behind the scenes. Their efforts and the glory they received were no less than those of the baseball team.

Just like Osaka Kirikage, their instrumental section is also at the championship level, the kind that can be as famous as Kyoto Tachibana.

Thinking of this, Mr. Hyotang was already moved, but there was still a problem.

"But Michiru and Ryota are not from the same school."

"Yeah, we can't let me and my children transfer to another school together, right? We are all candidates for the examination. If we give up the direct admission within the school, it will be very difficult for me to get into college."

Hyōdo Michiru blinked her big eyes and said, she was very self-aware and knew that it would be difficult for her to get into a decent school if she took the general entrance examination seriously.

Mr. Hyōdo also nodded. This is why he asked his daughter not to repeat a grade. As long as she does not repeat a grade, she will almost certainly be admitted to Keio, the top private university in Neon. The deviation value may not rank high, but people who are admitted to prestigious schools are definitely five steps ahead of ordinary schools. Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to transfer to another school. My daughter is not good at studying.

"It doesn't matter! It's not a problem at all!"

Ryota Tsuchiya waved his hand and said decisively.

I have said before that every strong baseball team has a strong support group behind it. This is not absolute. Without a decent support group, it is possible to rush into Koshien school in one fell swoop based solely on hard work and dreams. What to do at this time? Find another school to borrow.

This is called friendly support, and it’s even more exciting!

"Think about it, Michiru and her friends not only rely on their own strength to pursue their dreams, but also burn themselves to help others realize their dreams. Isn't this the best portrayal of youth!

My baseball club is Michiru’s baseball club, and Michiru is the baseball club’s Michiru! Icy Tail is the Icy Tail of baseball! "

Tsuchiya Liang spoke so impassionedly that he couldn't be troubled at all! Seeing the excitement on his uncle's face, he continued to add:

"Our Sobu High School jointly holds various activities with Haibin Comprehensive High School every year, so we already have very mature experience in this kind of cooperation with external schools. In addition, our school does not have an instrument department at all, so there is no Don’t worry about any backlash!”

Does Sobu High School have an instrument club? Tsuchiya Ryota doesn't know, so is that important? unimportant! At least in the past two years of competition, he has never seen the performance club during his baseball club's games. As for whether it was because others felt that the regional qualifying round was not worthy of the orchestra's appearance or some other reason, he didn't care.

Maybe for the instrumental club, they think it’s too embarrassing to support them in the first round of the qualifying round, but! For our Sobu High Baseball Club, it is a life and death battle!

No, I can't think about it anymore. It's too tragic. Tears shone in Tsuchiya Ryota's eyes.

If you don’t come, you don’t exist. If you don’t come, you are dead.

As long as Michiru nods, she and her band will be the designated support group for the Sobu High School baseball club and the Sobu High School extra-staff rock club!

"The most important thing is that even if Michiru and her band behave slightly poorly, as the minister, I guarantee that they will never be treated badly!"

Ryota Tsuchiya showed his trump card and looked at Mr. Hyōdo with piercing eyes. After seeing the determination on his uncle's face with satisfaction, he turned back to his cousin:

"That's Koshien, Hanshin Koshien! What kind of band can hold a concert there? The Beatles? U2? Or X-Japan? That's a venue for 50,000 people! Fifty thousand people! Only from Nagano's hometown. How many people!”

"Fifty thousand people..."

Hyōdo Michiru murmured softly, and the bright purple light flashed in his big moist purple eyes. It seemed that he had already seen the scene where he and Xiaolan Ruizhika played together in front of the attention of 50,000 people.

Seeing his cousin's appearance, Tsuchiya Ryota was sure that something big had happened!

"In this case, please Ryo..."

As Mr. Hyōdo's voice sounded, Tsuchiya Ryota's upper body kept leaning forward, his eyes were so intense that he wanted to immediately take out the contract and have the other party sign and seal it.

But at this moment, a discordant voice interrupted Mr. Hyotang's words.

"But like Ryota-san said, you need a good baseball team to take the support group to a bigger stage. Although I don't know much about it, Michiru said before that your baseball club is not very strong, Ryota-san." Right? Is Sobu High School the kind of school where you can go to the baseball club?”

An Yilun was also puzzled:

"I have no doubt about Michiru's talent and strength. Even if he is just joking, he must be very powerful. But the reality is not playing a game. It is not like playing the game "Oshinin! Fighting! Support Team" as long as the support team is strong, you can always win. …”

Bang! !

The loud sound startled An Yilun, and he suppressed the rest of his words. He turned his head and saw Ryota Tsuchiya slapping his hand heavily on the coffee table.

"...There's a mosquito."

Tsuchiya Ryota said through gritted teeth.

The Hyoudou family members on the side also woke up from the bewitching sound. Seeing that something was wrong, Ryota Tsuchiya immediately raised his voice and said:

"An Yi-kun! Do you know what youth is?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he continued to speak:

"As I said just now, Michiru and her friends became the support group of Sobu High School Baseball Club. They not only relied on their own strength to chase their dreams, but also burned themselves to help others realize their dreams. This is the best of youth. Portrait of!

Our baseball club needs the strength of Michiru and her teammates, and we can provide them with a stage to demonstrate their ability to hone themselves. This is helping each other to move forward, this is youth!

If you go by what you said, Michiru and the others will have no choice but to find a team that already has the ability to win the championship. That's not mutual achievement, that's unilateral asking for it! Isn't that kind of thing shameful? "

Ryota Tsuchiya spoke sincerely and did not deny the fact that his baseball club was a weakling. They are not joining forces, but seeking future success together.

"But……"

An Yilun also opened his mouth to say something but couldn't. Brother Liang's words were clearly about the baseball club and the band, but why did he always feel targeted?

"Okay, An Yi, I understand what you mean."

Mr. Hyōdo smiled, and the title changed inadvertently. Then he raised his hand and pressed it twice:

"Ryota, please sit down too, don't be so excited."

But at some point, Tsuchiya Ryota had stood up, and An Yilun realized belatedly that his face was completely wet. It turned out to be Ryota's saliva, so he quickly reached out and wiped it away.

"Sorry, I'm rude." Tugu Liang smiled apologetically, then sat down and skillfully took the ice water handed over by his aunt.

The living room was quiet for a while, everyone was thinking about something.

After a while, it was Hyōdo Michiru who spoke first:

"Brother Liang Tai, thank you for thinking of me like this."

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