Before Kyosuke Hojo could say a few more words to the people in the kendo club, the sound of the password ringing in his ears throughout the stadium suddenly stopped, followed by the chaotic footsteps of a group of pigs.

Boom Boom –

Smoke and dust rose and a group of people in baseball uniforms ran over the dirt playground.

Kyosuke Hojo stands in the center, with a member of the baseball club wearing a white baseball training uniform on the left and a kendo club member wearing a black training uniform on the right.

In terms of height, the baseball club member on the left is taller, and strong muscles can be seen under the T-shirt and pants. But the people on the right are serious martial arts clubs, and even if the main business of the baseball club is to fight, they still can't compare to the latter.

Tamaki Seino, the former head of the kendo department, and Ryota Tsuchitani, the head of the baseball department, were both staring at each other vigorously, and the members of the department behind them were also full of gunpowder, especially the members of the baseball club who didn't know how long they had been running, and their heads were already smoking, which would be even more rude.

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

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

As the words fell, the tense atmosphere dissipated instantly.

"Hey, Minister, I'm taking them for a run." Tamaki Qingyan smiled, but didn't say anything more, but after glaring at Ryota Tsuchitani, he led people towards the runway.

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

Miraculously, Ryota Tsuchitani didn't say anything bad about the other party, but beckoned a deputy to take the member to continue running, and he said to Kyosuke Hojo with a smile.

The scene of the big brawl disappeared immediately, and the members of the football club and the land athletic club, who were waiting to see the excitement on the football field and the track, sighed regretfully and threw themselves into training again.

The two ministers had a tacit understanding, knowing that what Kyosuke Hojo hated the most was trouble, and if he annoyed him, he might turn around and go home to sleep.

The national competition is youth for both of them, but it is just a seasoning for this adult. You can compete, but don't go too far, or the chicken will fly and the egg will fight.

"The costumes are all customized according to the data you provide, and there are a lot of new ones in the department for bats, so if you don't feel comfortable with it, you can go to the outside store and buy it yourself, and the department can reimburse you. And the gloves, I heard you already have the pitcher's gloves so you didn't prepare, first baseman ......"

Walking into the lounge, Ryota Tsuchitani chattered.

The lounge is not luxurious, not to mention compared to the school baseball club of Osaka Kiriin, and even compared to the average strong team. However, although the sparrows are small, there are all kinds of preparations, shower rooms, storage rooms, fitness rooms, etc.

"Actually, when I entered the school, the general Wu Gao didn't even have a shower room......"

Ryota Tsuchitani said in a low voice, but then he hurriedly added:

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

His eyes were astonishingly bright, and his mouth seemed to be able to breathe fire:

"Hojo-kun! It's up to you to win back the massage chairs and cafeteria for the baseball club!

Next year, when the new students come in, they will see a completely different baseball club, right? ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the wall behind him, and Kyosuke Hojo looked up to see a banner in black on a white background hanging on the wall between the two rows of lockers, which read, "Enjoy baseball, use your brain to win"

Ryota Tsuchiya's voice continued to sound:

"I know it's despicable to put all your hopes in Hojo, but I've really reached the limit.

Even in my dreams, I couldn't see Koshien's victory flag hanging on this wall. I can't even think of a picture like that. ”

His voice was a little choked, not that he didn't work hard enough, and the general residential school baseball club would get up at six o'clock, but the baseball club of the general martial high school could barely keep up with that rhythm. To make the members of the department willingly appear at school at this o'clock, he doesn't know how much effort he has put in. 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 Hojo-kun can take everyone into Koshien, I will do whatever it is. I will wash your clothes, I will brush your shoes, clean the venue, and clean the lounge...... You don't have to worry about all of this. It doesn't matter if you want everyone to shave their heads, of course airplane heads do. Everyone, you just want to win. ”

He continued, he had inquired about Hojo Kyosuke when he was in junior high school, and learned that Tojo High School and Kaijiu High School had both paid Hojo Kyosuke a salary. However, the baseball club of their general high school could not do this, and the best result was only to rush to the third round of the Tokyo Metropolitan Qualifiers, and it was not easy to get the school council to issue funds to build a shower room. If you want more money, you have to let the school board see the results, but if you want the results, you need money.

So, they need Kyosuke Hojo!

Look at the stupid kendo club, obviously it was still the bottom club of the school last year, but this year, as soon as Hojo-kun entered the school, he immediately turned over, not only did he have such a luxurious training room, but he also had enough funds.

He knew that the bastard Tamaki Qingyan had already planned to take the people from the kendo club to Hawaii for training after winning the national competition.

What a bastard, going to Hawaii to stay in Hawaii is all this nonsense, are you going to practice swords? What kind of sword do you practice? Do you dare to go to the competition? Are you afraid of weak legs on the field? It's really that with Hojo-kun, I get carried away!

How can it be repaired!

Friend Tamaki Seiyan was smashed by a pie falling from the sky, and Ryota Tsuchitani, whose eyes were green with hungry, had to rely on himself to earn a chance for himself and everyone in the baseball club.

Kyosuke Hojo! Yes, or this person, it doesn't make sense that this pie can only be eaten by one person, right? Are you afraid to die?

Such an all-powerful person, it is a waste of God's gift if he does not shine well!

The pie fell from the sky, the bad news is that it didn't hit itself, and the good news is that the pie is big enough for one person to eat.

A bamboo knife is a stick, a baseball bat is also a stick, and there is no difference between wielding a knife and wielding a baseball bat, right? Don't you know that players who are good at pitching and playing in the baseball world are called "two-sword-flow"? Isn't this tailor-made for Kyosuke Hojo!

He didn't dare to hope that after Kyosuke Hojo joined the baseball club, he would be able to lead everyone to win the championship at once, at least it would bring hope, so that everyone could see that the general martial arts high school could also win, and let the school directors see that the baseball club of the general martial arts high school was also worth disbursing funds. In this way, even if you graduate, you can proudly say that you used to be the president of the baseball club of Sobu High School in college.

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

"So, Hojo-kun, please!"

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

Kyosuke Hojo 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 walls. You can still see depressions in the door of the locker, and I don't know if it was a fist or a head. A lingering smell of sweat lingers on 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. Kyosuke Hojo seemed to see the senior who founded the Sobu High Baseball Club standing in front of the display case, and ambitiously announced to the members that everyone would fill the cabinet with honor.

"Victory!!"

The cry rang in his ears, but the display case, whose paint had gradually peeled off, remained empty.

Good wishes, cruel reality, so clear and true in front of Hojo Kyosuke's eyes.

In front of him, Ryota Tsuchitani still didn't straighten up. The minister, who denounced his own helplessness and supported the advance of the Sowu High Baseball Club with his efforts, bent down at this moment. In order to make everyone who has been following him see victory, he will do whatever it takes.

Kyosuke Hojo clearly felt his enlightenment, and that kind of realization moved him. He thought of the glass, thought of the pear pear, thought of Yukino, and the three leaves......

He is a lazy person who has always had a clear purpose and never does anything that is not beneficial.

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

This is the family motto of the Hojo family, so that people in the Showa era will be furious when they hear it, so naturally it will not come from Hojo's grandfather. Yes, it is a family motto passed down by Mikiko Hojo, and the only people who are currently trained are Kyosuke Hojo, Sakura Yamauchi and Kaseko Hojo.

Learn kendo in order to gain self-preservation, draw manga in order to get money, go to a prestigious school in order to gain a social network, and write reasoning in order to gain social status...... He has a clear goal in every step he takes, and he chooses what he is good at.

Although it also requires effort, it is on a path called talent. It's like playing a game, and you can keep leveling up as long as you work hard.

And baseball...... Kyosuke Hojo just casually agreed to come down at first, and doing such a thankless job is completely inconsistent with his character.

Mr. Ryota Tsuchitani, although it seems that he already has all the qualities to be a villain: awareness, hard work, the heart to win, and the will to do anything......

As soon as her personality changes, she is a perfect villain.

However, you must not have any plans to have sex reassignment surgery, right?

Even if there were, Kyosuke Hojo didn't think the other party would meet the standards of the system.

"Hey—"

Hearing the sigh in front of him, Ryota Tsuchitani's heart sank suddenly, and the expression on his face almost couldn't hold back, but he didn't speak, just pushed his waist and head down harder, just like his heart, sinking towards the abyss.

At this moment, he heard the clear and cool voice of Kyosuke Hojo again.

"No need to ...... next year"

Ryo Toya raised his head too violently and widened his bull's eyes.

"This year, I will take you into Koshien, bring the winners back to Sowugao, and bring glory to everyone."

Well!!?

Ryota Dotani swears that he is not gay and is not voice-controlled, but at this moment he swears that he is really in love with Kyosuke Hojo. What kind of mouth can say such beautiful words! The bell for the end of class should be replaced with Hojo-kun's voice, so that the people of the whole country can listen to it every day!

His chest was hot, as if it was going to explode.

"Hojo-kun, you mean......" He couldn't believe what he had been promised.

"Just now, Minister Tsuchitani said that the three rounds of the qualifiers are your limit, but not the limit of the total martial arts, right?" Kyosuke Hojo had a refreshing and calm smile on his face.

"Well, I believe that everyone can achieve better results, as long as you have Hojo-kun joining."

"There is a problem with this, Minister Tsuchiya, aren't you a part of the general martial arts? Why do you reach the limit first? ”

Kyosuke Hojo continued, Ryota Tsuchiya said miserably, but in his opinion, it seemed that the head of the martial arts dragged down Tsuchiya.

"Before life is over, who's to say you've reached your limit?

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

He also bent down and bowed solemnly.

"Please advise, Minister Tsuchiya!"

"Yes! Please advise! Ryo Toya shouted, only to feel that this chicken soup was really fresh and nourishing, and it made his blood surge.

The two looked at each other and smiled, Kyosuke Hojo thought that the training of the kendo club would seem to be more warped in the future, and Ryota Tsuchiya was thinking about how to persuade his uncle to transfer his cousin to Sobu Taka.

The atmosphere in the lounge was great until ......

"What is this? Why wear two pairs of socks? This thing is pantyhose, right? Kyosuke Hojo asked, holding a pair of hardy socks in his hand.

"That, this is a sock pedal, which can protect the calves and the stockings inside, after all, it is quite expensive to change the stockings frequently." Ryota Tsuchiya explained, then wiped the sweat from his face while his mentality changed slightly.

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

Baseball jerseys are made with white stockings on the inside and a pair of socks on the outside to prevent slipping...... Because everyone wears spiked shoes, the danger is still quite high.

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

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, he took a closer look.

The team uniform of the Sobu High Baseball Club is a classic black and white color scheme, that is, white clothes with thin black lines. said that it is a classic, but in fact, it means that there is no money to hire a designer. On the chest are two large Chinese characters "total martial arts", and behind it is the number "2", a black baseball cap.

Yes, it's very mental...... Kyosuke Hojo joked to himself.

"Hojo." Ryota Tsuchitani on the side suddenly shouted.

"What?"

"I think you'll have to be a little more careful with the ball from the opposite side."

"Touch balls?" Kyosuke Hojo wondered.

"It's a ball that hits you in the face."

Ryo Tsuchiya is genuinely worried, this face is so handsome, even if he doesn't make any expressions, it will make the male creature feel insulted.

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