The girl wearing the uniform of the general martial arts college walked gracefully, with light and happy steps.

The white-gold morning sun flowed through the ends of her hair and draped over her smooth shoulders, dyeing her long brown hair sparkling, and she was like an angel coming out of the sun.

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

She put her hands behind her back and her slender legs staggered. As if to show how straight and beautiful her legs are to the greatest extent, she lands on her heels with every step, her knees don't seem to bend, and her posture is a cute mess, and every stroke feels like stepping on Hojo Kyosuke's heart.

"You think Kyosuke doesn't know anything about the baseball club? He's not an unwise man. ”

As she spoke, she walked through the crowd to Kyosuke Hojo's side, took the baseball bat from his hand with natural and skillful movements, and stood in the beater's seat.

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

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

"Now, Minister Tsuchitani, do you know what this position is?"

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

Ryota Tsuchitani, who was named, subconsciously stood upright, not serious.

It's finally here, my ultimate killer!

Although it seems that the killer has not been talking for herself so far, her presence here is already the greatest help!

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

"Strike zone! It's such a good name, it feels so much better than an octagonal cage or something! ”

The girl burst out laughing, and Kyosuke Hojo also had a happy smile on his face, worthy of being my girl.

"That's what I saw from here."

Yamauchi Sakura turned his head to look around, and his amber eyes were filled with a satisfied smile:

"It's really suitable for Kyosuke~~"

Her voice grew more cheerful.

The bat left her smooth shoulders.

Whew-

Whew-

The slender hand held the bat and made a powerful swing, bringing a gust of wind.

Seeing this skillful move, Ryota Dotani thought that he was really looking for Yamauchi-san to be the manager of the baseball club.

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

He wanted to ask, but he didn't dare. Didn't you see the doting look on Hojo-kun's face when he looked at Yamauchi? The kendo club, which had talked so much nonsense just now, is now silent, obviously understanding that now is the exclusive time for Hojo-kun and Yamauchi-san.

But he soon realized that something was wrong, why Sakura Yamauchi would change the angle of his body every time he swung the bat, first in the direction of first base, then second base, then third base...... She's more like she's ...... than playing ball

"Whew-"

Sakura Yamauchi slammed his bat on the ground and exhaled heavily. I'm so tired, it seems that my body is not recovering well enough.

"This is the position of the gods." She struggled to clear her breathing and smiled.

"Gods?" Misaki's timely praise.

"Yes, that's the way the gods are looking at you."

Yamauchi Sakura raised his white and slender neck and lifted the bat flatly:

"Kyosuke is standing here alone, but he is in control of the fate of the nine people opposite.

Do you want to hit this ball? Hit the ball to the outfielder, break through the first baseman's defense or the second baseman's defense, or just hit a home run to score in one go.

When Kyosuke stood here, he became a god for the other nine people. ”

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

yes, that's it!

Kyosuke is the most dazzling one no matter where he is!

The team, the victory, nothing should be a drag on him, he just has to have fun.

Looking at the girl who was more dazzling than the sun, and then at Hojo-kun with Asasaki's face, Ryota Tsuchiya began to wonder if his decision was correct. Then he thought of the reason why he came up with the idea of inviting Sakura Yamauchi, and then he looked at Tamaki Qingyan next to him with complicated eyes.

My friend, is this also in your calculations?

"Huhu~~ The bat is so heavy, I feel like my arm will be sore tomorrow."

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

"Good morning, Kyosuke."

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

Kyosuke Hojo smiled, leaned the bat on his lap, and naturally stretched out his hands to grab Sakura's arm and knead it gently.

"Hehe, I should have woken up a long time ago, I set an alarm clock for a time with you, but I chatted too late with Nitrate Sauce last night, and the alarm clock didn't go off obediently.

Ah, it's worthy of the alarm clock sent by Kyosuke, and it's as gentle and considerate as he is.

But this kind of incorrect gentleness is unacceptable, so I've taught it a hard lesson, and I'll let Momotaro teach it a lesson. ”

Yamauchi Sakura is full of words, and she can even turn off the alarm clock and continue to sleep so wonderfully, and she is the only one.

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

Hearing this, Kyosuke Hojo didn't have time to care about how Momotaro educated the alarm clock, and asked a little nervously:

"Where's the glass? Didn't she come with you? ”

This stupid girl ran to Sakura last night to "turn herself in", although she knew that Sakura would definitely not embarrass her, but Kyosuke Hojo was still a little worried.

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

Sakura put her hands behind her back and stood on tiptoe to lean towards Kyosuke Hojo.

Looking at this thief's stupid smile, someone's heart fell to the ground, worthy of my Sakura.

"Okay, okay, Glass is going to find Mr. Hiratsuka, don't worry, nothing happened, everyone is fine."

When she said the last sentence, her eyes stared at Kyosuke Hojo without blinking for a moment.

Looking at his reflection in those amber eyes, Kyosuke Hojo felt a flustered inexplicably.

"Train, train, you can't waste getting up so early."

Sakura turned around, and the skirt was slightly fluttering to reveal a section of safety pants.

That's it?

Ryota Toya was stunned, wasn't the problem just now completely unsolved?

"Oh yes, Minister Tsuchitani. Don't think so much nonsense, didn't you think about what to do before you invited the Beijing Intervention Department?

What do you mean, Ticket-kun?

Haha, it's so cute, I have to tell Aunt Mijiko quickly. ”

Sakura looked back, still giggling.

"But oh, I have a suggestion for you.

There is no shame in relying on others, and it is a lucky thing to have someone to rely on.

But oh, relying on others is not a simple thing either.

When making such a decision, do you also have the consciousness to give everything to the other person?

The character I hate the most in movies is the kind of person who is still there chattering and making all kinds of demands when the hero comes to the rescue. I really can't see the situation clearly, the hero is busy saving the world, alas, how can he have time to listen to you talk nonsense? It is really unreasonable, unreasonable, and shameless.

Baseball is like life, no one knows the outcome until the last minute, and this saying is good. But I prefer a sentence that life is like a river that does not flow backwards. Once a decision has been made, then cry only when you see the result. ”

The girl's smile was like a flower, bright like the sun, but what she said made Ryota Tsuchiya and the people in the baseball club feel cold.

The tall and strong guys stood in place, only feeling that their hands and feet were not their own, standing or sitting, they just wanted to dig a pit and bury themselves.

Damn, kendo club dog thieves, aren't you just waiting to see this lively!?

Ryota Tsuchitani felt as if his heart was being pinched by a big hand, and he didn't dare to turn his head to look at Kyosuke Hojo, but he could vaguely feel a piercing gaze coming from there. But he knew it was a delusion, and Hojo-kun wasn't the kind of narrow-minded person. Otherwise, this reprimand would not have come out of the mouth of Yamauchi-san, and without Hojo-kun opening his mouth, the bastards in the kendo club who couldn't wait would have already cleaned themselves up.

Eh......

Thinking about what he had said in the lounge earlier, he only felt ashamed and embarrassed. Obviously saying that, he forcibly put all the responsibility on Hojo-kun's body, but here he asks Hojo-kun to do it in his own way.

I, what the hell am I doing?

Suddenly, his eyes caught a glimpse of his old friend Tamaki Qingyan, and the kid's expression was really proud.

Ryota Toya gritted his teeth, he wanted to kneel down and apologize, even if he knocked the baseball field into concrete today, he had to show sincerity, so that he could remember it for a long time, this is asking God not to call for foreign aid!

He quietly looked at Maotian Shizhu and other members, and when his eyes met, he knew everyone's intentions.

Let's sit down, let's do it together!

But......

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

A hearty voice pierced the darkness in the hearts of Ryota Tsuchitani and the others like sunlight, it was him, our ticket king.

"As Sakura said, you guys are underestimating me too much. Why can't I just suppress the opposing side on both sides of the pitch? Am I not strong enough? ”

"No, it's not!" Pitcher Fujikawa Masaaki hurriedly spoke, although as the strongest pitcher in the department, he desperately hoped to see a pitcher better than himself join the general martial arts, but this did not mean that he did not want to see Hojo-kun become an all-round "second sword".

Seeing that Ryota Dotani and the others also wanted to open their mouths, Kyosuke Hojo interrupted with a wave of his hand:

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

"Hahaha~~"

As soon as these words came out, the tense atmosphere was instantly relaxed, and the cheerful atmosphere enveloped the baseball stadium again.

"Hahahaha~ Actually, even if I am said that, I don't care very much. At least when people study our team, they say that Hojo-kun prefers to steal the base when I'm on the strike zone, which is also very majestic. ”

"Phew, do you want a face? How dare you say that you couldn't hit a home run that season? ”

"Idiot, it's because I can't hit that Hojo-kun steals the base when the other party relaxes his vigilance!"

"So what research value do you have?"

"It seems to be the same, how can it be repaired!"

“……”

Listening to the commotion behind him, the corners of Sakura's mouth raised slightly as he walked to the bench on the sidelines.

What a noisy morning.

She turned and stood in front of the bench, slightly apart her feet, raised one hand in the air and waved it high, and shouted loudly with the other hand in front of her mouth:

"Come on training, Kyosuke!!"

"Oh——!"

Kyosuke Hojo raised his bat and swung it violently.

Training began again, and Kyosuke Hojo swung his bat again and again, and the second- and third-graders gathered around him to help him pitch and simulate running and stealing bases, as if he was on the right track. The only problem was that he was playing so fast that he didn't have enough baseball. Even if the first-graders on the edge of the court picked up the ball again and again, they couldn't let him swing the bat.

The arms that become thicker as soon as they exert their strength, under the appearance of muscle prickly are inexhaustible strength, no matter how many swings of the stick will not be tired, and the strength has not been attenuated in the slightest.

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

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

"Why did you agree to become the manager of the baseball club, you shouldn't have much interest in baseball, right? Is it okay to waste time on this kind of thing? ”

Xue Xia asked seriously:

"I think you'll want to 'waste' your time playing with Hojo even more. But now, with you on board, Hojo, who was originally careless, will also get serious, which should be contrary to your expectations, right? ”

The girl can't figure it out, Sakura Yamauchi and Kyosuke Hojo are both people who are keen to waste their lives on things they like, but baseball is definitely not such a thing. Even if Sakura told her......

"Koyukino, do you think I should just do nothing on the last day of my life and lie on the grass like a fool and look at the sky with Kyosuke, right?"

"I didn't say anything like that!"

Under the snow, he frowned in displeasure, and his little face quietly turned to the side.

"You must be ...... in your heart"

"I don't have it in my heart!"

If you haven't thought about it, how can you make me think so! It's so unrigorous!

Under the snow, Yukino wrinkled his small nose, and felt that today's Yamauchi Sakura was very abnormal, it stands to reason that if he got up so early, Sakura's already stupid head would be even more difficult to use, but it was so keen, this is not scientific!

"Actually, the answer is hidden in what you just said, oh, by the way, Kyosuke is going to counsel Megumi tonight, is Xiaoxue going to go?" Sakura said with a smile.

"What I just said ......"

Under the snow, he clenched his right hand into a fist under his nose and felt his breath and began to recall. For Sakura's selective blocking in the second half of the sentence, she is not sure to surpass Kyosuke Hojo, so ......

……

The time to focus always passes quickly.

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

Ryota Tsuchitani swung his bat twice while standing in the strike zone, and looked up at the members in each position.

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

Why didn't you find it before? Why did they think that the pitcher was the real god?

"Yamauchi-san, what about the pitcher hill?" He asked suddenly.

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

"Of course, that's also the position of the gods, as long as Kyosuke stands there, he's a god." (End of chapter)