With the quarrel between the deputy director of the kendo department and the president of the baseball club, the two gangs of people who were working together to defeat Kyosuke Hojo just now are about to start a big battle, and this time it's because of him.

Koshien ah......

Kyosuke Hojo ignored the argument between the two in front of him and began to think.

Even Tamaki Seinobu, who dedicated the throne of the head of the kendo department to Kyosuke Hojo and longed to win the national championship, just said that not being able to win the game would make Kyosuke Hojo lose face with the baseball club, and he didn't dare to underestimate Koshien at all.

As neon's most popular sport, 4,000 schools compete for a championship trophy, and if you want to reach the top of the world, you must go undefeated, just listening to it is enough to be enthusiastic.

Not to mention his status in the eyes of neon high school students, even if he is no longer a high school student, after entering the society, he heard that his alma mater, which he had never even won in the county competition, actually rushed into Koshien, and those social animals would be moved to slap him wildly to verify whether he was dreaming.

As long as the pitcher is strong enough, he can keep throwing all the time, 100 balls, 200 balls, strikeouts, strikeouts, strikeouts, strikeouts! Completely deprive the opponent of the opportunity to score. Even if my teammates are all rubbish, you just don't want to win and go to the hell of the playoffs together.

This kind of tragic hero is the most moving.

If Kyosuke Hojo wanted to lead the baseball club of Sobu Taka to Koshien, he would be in such a situation.

Even if he strikes the opponent every game, he has to throw 81 balls in 9 innings in a game, and if it is their turn to attack, he will have to go into overtime, and in 15 innings, his pitch will increase by 54, 135 balls, and the robot will have to be scrapped. Not to mention that Koshien has been going on for more than two months from the qualifiers to the end, and the high density of the competition is scary.

This is not only a contest of skill and strength, but also a contest of will and tenacity.

Touching is really touching, and tired is really tired. Even Kyosuke Hojo couldn't help but be afraid.

Don't look at the kendo club's training is hard enough, the baseball club is even more exaggerated, running around the school every morning, and jumping stairs at the nearby shrine at every turn, that's it, their results are still indescribable.

When Kyosuke Hojo was thinking, the two people in front of him were already fighting on the ground, but fortunately, everyone else was driven away by him with a wave of his hand.

"Tomorrow's things will be said tomorrow, you must know that I also have a club." He kicked both of them and motioned for that to be the end.

"Goro Hatatake, Mihashi, gone."

He shouted to his three friends, fighting and venting is venting, and he has to enlighten Goro Hata, otherwise this brainless guy may really become a mental illness, and when the time comes, he will have to let Kuroda compensate his sister.

Goro Hatata, who had always been smirking in the past, now walked over with no color on his face except for bruises. The two of them were expressionless, as if they were finally scared, knowing that even if it was such a happy thing as a brother's falling out of love, they shouldn't laugh too presumptuously.

"Hojo, which number do you want? Number 1? Number 7? Or number 99......"

Ryota Toya, the president of the baseball club, still didn't give up and chased after him, but he was quickly dragged by Tamaki Qingyan from behind.

"With your eyes, don't want Hojo to wear a jersey in your life." Tamaki sighed helplessly, the two had been friends since junior high school, and he really couldn't bear to see Tsuchiya run down the wrong path.

"That's Koshien!" Ryo Dotani slammed the wall too hard, and his time was running out.

"Do you think Hojo cares about Koshien? He's tired of winning the national championship, and he's won more than I don't know how much, don't you have a TV? Tamaki said.

“…… That's Koshien......"

Tsuchiya hammered his friend weakly, and his tone was depressed:

"I really envy you, you can win the national championship by lying down."

"What nonsense, this is not baseball, our kendo game is a best-of-five system, and Minister Hojo can't cut down all the opponents by himself like Kunaka." Tamaki said regretfully.

"You bastard really plan to lie down and win."

"What's wrong, if you can take shortcuts, you will never let go, this is Minister Hojo's life motto."

"Bastard, I really want to take a shortcut. Is this the end of my youth? Ryota Tsuchitani lamented.

"Actually......"

Looking at his lonely friend, Tamaki Qingyan was a little unbearable. They're all in the third grade, and high school is about to pass. This year is the last chance, whether it's kendo or baseball.

"Bastard! Don't ramble, if you have a way, say it quickly! Ryota Tsuchiya's eyes lit up.

Tamaki didn't speak immediately, but calculated the time, the time of Koshien in summer actually coincided with the national kendo competition, whether it was the preliminaries or the finals. In fact, there are more than these two competitions, the Neon High School heavyweight competitions are actually concentrated in July and August, so this season has an extremely unusual status in the hearts of high school students.

However, kendo games are not as highly regarded as baseball games, and there is not as much television coverage at all, but it also has the advantage that the schedule is not as dense as baseball.

In the case of the qualifiers in July, it is enough to rely on the three of Hata Goro, who can be regarded as the personal disciples of Minister Hojo, to deal with it, after all, last year's Haoqiang Dongcheng is already vulnerable, and the other high schools are also local chickens and dogs, and they are not opponents of Minister Hojo's disciples at all, so it is really not possible to let Minister Hojo play in person.

In the case of the main competition, the kendo competition starts on August 5th and ends on the 8th, and Koshien starts on the 10th.

Well...... As long as you don't consider the physical strength and endurance of the players, you will be fine.

Well~ Minister Hojo's physical strength and strength......

Tamaki Qingyan touched the bruises on his face, and made an affirmation in the pain, even if the basketball club also came to join in the fun, Minister Hojo was fine, maybe it could be added to tennis!

Thinking so, he met his friend's big eyes in anticipation and said:

"So you're a wooden head, and the shortcut has always been there, but you don't know it."

"As long as I can enter Koshien, I will introduce my cousin to you!" Ryota Tsuchitani shows his hole cards.

"Your cousin? That ugly girl? ”

"Idiot, the last time you saw eating with me at a café."

"Huh!? Didn't you say that was your girlfriend? ”

Tamaki Qingyan's eyes widened, she was a super beautiful young lady.

"That's a lie, I just guessed that you would definitely ask me to introduce you, so I said that on purpose."

"Bastard!" Yumu immediately pounced on him and grabbed his friend's neck, if this bastard had introduced himself earlier, wouldn't his singleness have ended long ago!

"Ahem, it's not too late, I'll enter Koshien, you find a girlfriend before the end of high school, we all have a bright future!" Ryo Dotani yelled.

"It's not just an introduction, you have to make sure I catch her!" Yumu has to inch in.

"How about me being your girlfriend?" Tsuchiya rolled his eyes.

So the two happily reached an agreement.

"Actually, Minister Hojo didn't even plan to join the kendo club." Tamaki whispered.

"Nani!?" Ryo Dotani was so shocked.

"Have you forgotten what Minister Hojo said earlier? He formed his own club called the "Creation of a Happy Life Department", and the content of club activities was to do something happy with the girls around him, and it is said that he even wanted to put the club room in his home. ”

Grunt......

Ryota Tsuchitani was stunned by this operation, although he had long known that Hojo-kun was not an ordinary person, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful.

If anything, it seems that it is more attractive than the remote Koshien Garden.

"Hey, don't dream, what do you look like, what do you look like, what champion do you have, what champion does Hojo look like? Still can't listen to it? Yumu said helplessly.

"Although what you say makes a lot of sense, I ......"

Tsuchiya clenched his fists, glad that he hadn't come up with the ultimate killer weapon yet. He not only has a beautiful cousin, but also an even more beautiful cousin.

Wait, wait!

Ryota Tsuchitani's eyes lit up, since Hojo-kun is so lustful...... Ahem, if you like beautiful girls so much! My cousin not only has a good-looking face, but also has a good figure, and most importantly, she is also good at music. Girls who play in bands, who can say no?

He looked at Tamaki Qingyan, not knowing if this was the solution his friend said.

"Then how did you convince Hojo-kun?" He asked eagerly.

"It's Miss Yamauchi." Tamaki Qingyan revealed the answer.

"Yamauchi?"

"So you're an idiot and don't even know the most important information, tell me what you can do." Yumu lamented his misfortune and was angry with him.

"Listen, this is an extremely important piece of advice for your life!" His expression was extremely serious.

"Hmm!"

"Even if you make Hojo angry, don't provoke those beautiful girls around him! Because generally speaking, Hojo has a good temper, but if he provokes the girl next to him, then ......"

"And ......?"

"When you ask this question, you're one step closer to hell, and it's already the way to death to explore this question."

Tamaki Qingyan's tone was gloomy, as if he was talking about some urban legend:

"You won't want to know."

He didn't want to tell more, the story told by the people of Kuroda, the story of an unlucky guy who didn't know whether to live or die.

Gollum –

Ryota Tsuchitani swallowed.

"Sakura Yamauchi, Minister Hojo's childhood sweetheart, she told us that Hojo didn't plan to join the club, and then we collectively went to the Tsuchishita seat to ask."

Speaking of which, looking at his friend's flashing eyes, Tamaki Qingyan warned:

"Even so, I suspect that Miss Yamauchi has a lot of help behind the scenes, otherwise Hojo is not the kind of person who will be soft-hearted because someone else is sitting down, and no one can coerce him."

"So, I'm going to ask for Yamauchi-san's help too?"

"That's right, but it's not that simple. Miss Yamauchi wouldn't be willing to let Hojo work so hard. ”

"Bastard, what should I do, tell me all in one breath!"

"Humph! So you're stupid, have you ever heard of the Ministry? ”

"Ministry of Minister......

At the school gate, in the shadow of the roadside trees, a pure black motorcycle crawled there like a vicious beast. It's just that when I got closer, I only saw two round headlights, stupid and cute.

"Good work."

Kyosuke Hojo took the key that Shisaki had thrown over, he was out of school, and Shisaki was off work.

"Let's go, I want to eat hot spring steamed buns from Gunma Prefecture for dinner today." He turned the key with his index finger and shouted at the Hata Goro and the others.

"Ah~~ I'm almost hungry after the fight just now, it looks like I have to ride faster." Although he said this, Mitsuhashi Ryoma didn't have any opinion, he knew that the eldest brother wanted to take Goro Hahata for a ride.

Tsk, it's really naked, it's been a long time since I've ridden with my big brother, I really miss it.

Goro Hatata, let's fall out of love a few more times.

Samisaki looked at the neat suit on his body and shook his head helplessly, but the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be hidden.

A low roar sounded, and Kyosuke Hojo rode a Rocket 33 in front, followed by the four people in silence.

Passing through Sugiwa and Nerima, several people did not speak before leaving the city, as if they were quietly listening to the sound of the city.

After riding on the Senetsu Motorway, my eyes instantly widened.

On both sides of the road are no longer high-rise buildings, but private houses.

The farther you get from Tokyo, the less sound there becomes, except for the sound of cars whistling by, only the distorted chirping of birds.

Dusk is approaching, and the sun is no longer enough to illuminate the road, but the moon has not yet risen, and only the headlights can illuminate the ahead, but even hundreds of thousands of modified headlights cannot make people see the road ahead.

Kyosuke Hojo still didn't speak, he didn't tighten the throttle much, and if he was slower, he would be below the speed limit. He didn't bring Goro Hata to drag racing, sadness and drag racing are tantamount to looking for death. The venting steps have been completed in the kendo club, and this journey has another purpose.

The all-encompassing helmet keeps almost all wind sounds out, and the windshield is covered with a black and white road.

The cities on the side of the road were disappearing, and they were getting closer and closer to the mountains to the west, and from time to time a large number of birds flew over the dim sky.

There are very few cars on the road, and occasionally passing one will quickly disappear without a trace, as if they are not in the same world.

The whole highway, the whole world, it seems that there are only five of them left.

Kyosuke Hojo's breathing became long, his eyes softened, his eyes still fixed on the road, but his body relaxed.

Light and temperature are swallowed up by time at the same time.

Dark, cold mixed together into one word – loneliness

As if he was the only one left in the world, in the endless darkness, he could clearly perceive how small he was, so loneliness turned into fear.

With his mouth wide open, he wanted to scream as if he was suffocating, desperate to hear something, even if it was his own, so that at least he could feel that he was still alive.

But the light behind you and the partners around you let you know that you are not alone.

So the urge to shout disappeared, and even fell into a kind of laziness that didn't even bother to speak.

This is how Goro Hata feels at the moment.

The churning emotions gradually calmed down, and he didn't even look at the road, his eyes stared directly at the black figure in front of him.

It seems that as long as you follow him closely, you can easily reach even the end of the world.

No throttle roar, no screaming, just deathly silence.

In the darkness, everyone clearly saw their inner thoughts.

As mountains rise on either side, they arrive at Gunma, the neon's ultimate secret place.

Walking down the Guanyue automatic driveway, the five of them came to a gas station, leaning against the wall, holding a warm coffee. The curling heat wafted up, and no one spoke, as if they were still immersed in the tranquility just now.

Kyosuke Hojo looked up at the brilliant starry sky, the sky was scary, and the number of stars was incredible.

It's just over 100 kilometers from Tokyo, but it's like two worlds.

Goo-goo~~

A strange sound broke the silence of the crowd.

"Ah, hungry." Kyosuke Hojo said calmly, but although he said it calmly, Samisaki and the others almost jumped up in fright when they heard it.

Who doesn't know that the eldest brother will go crazy when he is hungry.

"Hot spring manju hot spring manju! Rush Rush! ”

Shouting, they got on the bike again and headed for the robbery of the steamed bun shop. (End of chapter)