armyinform Chapter 1027 Is this how Hojo Kyosuke hits people too?
Chapter 1027 Is this how Hojo Kyosuke hits people too?
Chapter 1027 Is this how Hojo Kyosuke hits people too?
(Is this too sudden? Sanryo Dairyu is the ace of Kanto Ichi Baseball Club, a poor guy whose love and dreams are about to be destroyed by the most ferocious "Handless Devil" in Tokyo.)
The following is the story of how the fighting expert, Mitsuyoshi Dairyu, and the timid girl, Mogami Mikoto, became friends through baseball.
Sanliangyi, who hadn't slept all night, arrived at the school at seven o'clock. When the gatekeeper saw this figure who usually didn't come to school until the end of the second period, he was so frightened that he screamed, thinking that this guy had finally been beaten to death and turned into a ghost.
Fortunately, just as the gatekeeper was about to shout, his mouth was so frightened by Sanliangyi's fierce eyes that it stopped obeying his commands.
The man's eyes were bloodshot, looking quite frightening in the gray air where night and day met.
In truth, given Sanliang Yilong's physical condition, missing just one night wouldn't have any significant impact on his health. However, his mind was racing all night, constantly replaying the girl he'd encountered in the alley the previous day.
The girl's eyes were red with fright, and she looked as pitiful as a fawn. Her beautiful voice... all of this echoed in his mind over and over again.
However, as dawn broke, Sanliangyi was horrified to discover that he not only didn't know the girl's name, but he had even forgotten what she looked like.
I was so stupid. I only knew that erasers would be used up more and more, but I didn't know that memories of a person could also disappear because of constant recollection.
It looks like... it looks like I have freckles on my cheeks?
Yes, freckles!
Haha!
The two or three dragons seemed to grasp at the last straw, constantly muttering the name "Little Freckles," "Little Freckles," "Little..."
When he turned to look at the gatekeeper, he was still muttering to himself. He had originally wanted to ask if the baseball team had started training yet, but the gatekeeper had vanished without a trace, so he had to give up.
He walked through the deserted campus to the sports field, where loud slogans reached his ears. On the circular track, members of the Kanto First Baseball Team, wearing their uniforms, were running with great enthusiasm.
They actually started training this early...
The excitement in Sanliangyi's heart was somewhat dampened by a chill, and he scratched his head.
If I join the baseball team, wouldn't I have to start training this early every day? How could I possibly get up that early?
My mom says I won't grow tall if I don't sleep well...
He stopped at the entrance to the playground, his steps hesitant.
But then a lovely voice rang in my ears.
"Your arms are so strong, are you on the baseball team? No wonder you're so good at fighting."
"You're definitely an ace, right? I'd heard from classmates before that the people on our school's baseball team were really good! And now I see they are!"
And the sound of my mother making lunchbox for my dad as I left home in the morning:
"Hey? Da Long, what are you doing out so early? Joining the baseball team? Hahaha~~ Are we finally going to put your talent to a proper purpose?"
"Wow! Mom never imagined she'd see Da Long on the field one day! Mom is so touched..."
Ugh! Seriously, what's the field? Mom, you've seen how I beat those guys who are taller and stronger than me until they were begging for mercy. What's a mere baseball team?
It's so embarrassing to look so happy like that, and she even brought me a support lunchbox? I...
The image of his mother's tearful face flashed through his mind, and Sanliangyi felt as if someone had pushed him from behind, and he walked into the playground.
Finally, another sentence rang in his ears:
"I'll go to the baseball club to thank you!"
This made his steps incredibly light, and before he knew it, he had reached the edge of the track.
Standing there, with a height and weight of 1.9 meters, he looked like a strange man from the snowy mountains.
As the baseball team passed by, Sanliang opened his mouth, but his face turned red and he couldn't say a word.
After thinking for a moment, he lowered his head and silently followed the baseball team, running at the very back without uttering a sound.
The last dozen or so new members of the team, who had joined the club this year, had heard of the fighting expert nicknamed "Strange Arm" Sanliangyi Dalong long before they even got into Kanto No. 1 High School.
He was following behind, and he couldn't even ask what was wrong. He was breathing heavily, almost suffocating.
The jogging ended after half an hour, and then a loud shout rang out. The once orderly team of Kanto No. 1 Baseball Club suddenly scattered, and everyone began to sprint forward as fast as they could.
Completely bewildered, Sanliang Yidalong didn't know what had happened, but he subconsciously started sprinting as well.
With this surge, he, who had been at the back, began overtaking one person after another. When he finished his third lap and was about to continue, he was stopped. Only then did he realize that the main group had already stopped at the finish line to rest and stretch after the second lap.
However, at this point, many people hadn't even finished their second lap, as he had looped them for a whole lap.
"You are... Sanliangyi?"
A gentle and refined voice came from the man standing in front of Sanliangyi.
Sanliangyi didn't recognize this person, but just thought he looked like he deserved a beating.
His smile was as bright as a male escort on a building poster. His white baseball shorts were so clean and neat that he looked like someone who should be in a high-end restaurant. His purple shirt was covered with letters that were hard to understand, and he wore his baseball cap meticulously. Did this guy even measure the angle with a ruler?
He knew nothing about the baseball team beforehand, his only information coming from that…freckled guy last night. So he didn't know who this person was, but judging from the reactions of those around him, he guessed it was probably the leader of the baseball team?
He kept clapping to himself, feeling uncomfortable under the gazes of the baseball team members around him. He desperately suppressed the urge to yell "What are you looking at?" and nodded nonchalantly, trying to appear arrogant, though he didn't know why he was doing it.
Seeing this, Kazama Kazatoin smiled. His physical fitness was obviously not as good as Mitsuyoshi's. After sprinting for two laps, his face was flushed.
The fighting expert, Sanliangyi, was so embarrassed by the laughter that he instantly forgot everything—his mother's tears of relief, his freckles—and his face darkened as he was about to explode, but…
"You want to join the baseball team, right?"
That gentle and refined voice put Sanliangyi's mind and body under control.
Oh no! This guy can not only read minds, but he can also freeze people in place!
My heart tightened, and I straightened my neck, about to yell, "What nonsense are you spouting? Who would join some shitty baseball club?"
But somehow, he nodded.
"Haha~~"
The gentle-looking boy chuckled softly, extended his hand, and said:
"I am Kazama Kazunori, the captain of the baseball club. To Mitsuyoshi, I approve your application to join the baseball club. You can complete the application later. Now you can train with us."
Why should you agree to what the employers and employees want to do?
Muttering curses, Sanliang Yilong excitedly grasped that hand.
"Sanliangyi Dalong, that's my name. Nice to meet you!"
He did not bend down.
"Haha, I'm Kohinata Hiroji!" "I'm Imai..."
Other members of the baseball team rushed over to greet Sanliangyi; he was a big celebrity at the school.
Surrounded by the crowd, Sanliang Yilong's eyes suddenly lit up.
Oh, right, the reason the freckled girl didn't ask my name is because she already knew what my name was!
I'm so damn stupid, I didn't even ask her name!
Frustration spread through him, but at the same time, it strengthened his resolve to stay in the baseball team and wait for Freckles to come and thank him.
When she comes, we must exchange names properly!
By the way, you can shake hands like the minister!
Ah! Isn't that too presumptuous? But a girl as delicate and pitiful as Little Freckles must have soft and fragrant hands, right?
Hmm... I'll use a knife to peel off the dead skin on my palms when I get home, so I don't hurt her when I shake hands with Freckles!
Haha, I also need to ask my mom for some skincare products!
Half asleep, he practiced with the baseball team for a while before returning to the classroom to catch up on sleep, where he slept very soundly.
One week
The three or two Yi Dalongs who successfully joined the baseball team collected balls from an entire planet, mopped the floor for a week, tidied up the baseball field for a week, and wiped the bats for a week...
No freckles came.
Could she not know that the baseball team's dorms are here?
He absentmindedly picked up a baseball and tossed it into the basket from a great distance.
As a baseball powerhouse in Tokyo, Kanto Daiichi High School naturally has dedicated dormitories, a cafeteria, and even a baseball field, just like other top baseball schools.
However, it's not in Tokyo, but in Shirai City, Chiba Prefecture, which is nearby. If you're wondering why they didn't move the dormitories and facilities to the main campus, the answer is obvious: it's too expensive!
However, it only takes about twenty minutes to cycle from the dormitory "Kuanxingliao" to school, which is quite convenient.
Sanliangyi was quite conflicted after learning that the official members would be moving to the dormitory to live on campus, feeling that her mother would definitely miss her.
That very evening, his mother packed his luggage, and overjoyed, crying and laughing, she had his father drive him there.
but……
Didn't Little Freckles say he was coming to thank me? Is he lost?
Honestly, why do we have to run so far to practice? Can't we run at school?!
Muttering to himself, he tossed another baseball into the basket, feeling incredibly annoyed.
Picking up balls, wiping the floor... it never ends. The only time he's ever held a baseball bat in the past week is when he's cleaning. If he doesn't clean properly, he gets a severe scolding.
I'm here to play baseball, not to do manual labor!
Disappointment at not being able to see Little Freckles and resentment at doing hard labor—these two emotions constantly collided in Sanliangyi's chest.
"boom!"
He kicked over the basket containing the baseballs, put his hands in his pockets, and walked toward the stadium exit.
"Hey! Sanliangyi, what are you doing!"
A shout came from the right, and then a man who could barely remember him ran over, his expression fierce and arrogant as he continued to berate him.
"Don't you know that retrieving the ball is your task? Hurry up and pick it up and take it over; Minister Fengniao and the others are waiting to use it!"
Sanliang Yidalong remained silent, but kicked out again, sending the basket, weighing several kilograms, flying high into the air.
He glanced disdainfully at the person in front of him, then walked straight towards the exit.
丑陋
It's really ugly.
Before he joined the baseball team, these guys didn't even have the courage to stand in front of him. But now they dare to be so arrogant and scold him?
Ha, does he think he can do whatever he wants to me just because I joined the baseball team?
Sanliangyi was not a fighting expert from the beginning. He joined a club like any other student, but was bullied by the seniors.
Of course, he wouldn't tolerate being wronged, so he threw punches.
Once a fist is thrown, it's hard to stop.
Seeing that contemptuous look, Imai immediately turned red with anger and raised his hand to hit the person, but as soon as he raised his hand, he realized how tall the figure was, which instantly sobered him up.
"Every newcomer starts by picking up balls! You think you're something special just because you have a few tricks up your sleeve?"
Imai shouted loudly, and Mitsuki paused for a moment, but continued walking.
Many people who noticed the commotion gathered around, which gave Imai more confidence, and he shouted again:
"Trash is trash, all he can do is fight! Want to play baseball? He'll have to reincarnate a hundred times!"
He shouted loudly, feeling a surge of exhilaration.
"Strange Wrist's Three Liangs"
This famous person, whom I've known since middle school, didn't dare utter a sound even after I've been so harshly scolding him today...
"boom!!"
A fist made of sand shovel slammed into Imai's face, turning his smug expression into pain.
boom!
The baseball team members around were startled and exclaimed in surprise.
Sanliang Yi Dalong, who had just been squatting on the ground picking up balls like a Daruma doll, now raised his fist high and stretched out his body like a fierce two-winged dragon.
But his fist was blocked.
The man who had reached out to him and accepted him into the baseball team stood in his way.
Kazama Kazatoin's "bright smile like a cowherd" was gone; his face was serious as he raised his arm, which was far less strong than Sanliang's, and grabbed the Tyrannosaurus Rex.
"This is a baseball stadium! Violence is absolutely prohibited here!"
Fengniaoyuan shouted sharply.
Facing this gentle and refined man, Sanliangyi loosened his fist; he trusted him to some extent.
So he said angrily:
"Didn't you hear him cursing at me? He's asking for a beating!"
Fengniaoyuan was a little surprised when he heard this. Why did this big guy sound so aggrieved?
He almost laughed, and said, "Calm down, I..."
"Ha ha!"
Fengniaoyuan's words were interrupted by a piercing, sinister laugh.
It was Imai. He covered his face and stood up with the help of his companions. He looked at the three or two Yi Dalong with hatred on his face. With the minister backing him up, he felt that he could do it again.
It's impossible that with so many people protecting him, that guy would still dare to hit him!
"Listen to this, listen to this, is this what they call 'the strangest of intentions'? Even my little sister in kindergarten wouldn't tattle like you. I remember your dad and mom brought you here to check in last week, didn't they?"
Haha, are you going to run into your mom's arms and cry your eyes out later? You…
"boom!"
The scene was repeated; Mitsuyoshi interrupted Imai's words again with his fist, but this time his fist did not land on Imai.
It's Fengniaoyuan!
The leader of the Kanto baseball team rushed forward with lightning speed, using his chest to shield Imai and take three or four of the cannon-like punches from the Italian Dragon!
"I...you...Minister, why are you helping him? He..."
Sanliang Yidalong was stunned, looking at Fengniaoyuan Kazama with a face full of pain, and was at a loss for what to do.
Fuu-tori clutched his chest, taking a long time to catch his breath. He gasped, "This is a baseball field! Violence, damn it!"
These words reignited Sanliangyi's anger. So, he can only let that idiot curse me and humiliate my mother, but he can't let me punch him in the face, right?
He reached out and easily brushed aside the head of the Wind Bird Institute as if snapping a dandelion seed, then his fist slammed down...
"Minister?! Why are you blocking his way?!"
Yes, it's Kazama Fuuchoin again.
This guy took two or three solid punches, and all his gentle and refined demeanor vanished, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Now everyone around looked at Sanliangyi with hatred. Several tall members shouted nervously, "Minister, are you alright?" and were about to come up and beat Sanliangyi up.
But! It was him again! Kazama Kazatoin! He stood in front of Mitsuyoshi just as he had stood in front of Imai, taking several punches for him with his back.
This time, he really vomited blood.
But Fengniaoyuan didn't even wipe away the blood; he just looked at Sanliangyi and said with a serious expression:
"Violence is prohibited on baseball fields!"
Then he added:
"He said all you do is fight. Is that all you do? Isn't retrieving the ball part of baseball?! Huh? You're so clueless! Do you even know what baseball is?!"
Amidst the sharp shouts, the three or two Yi Dalong's tall body was buffeted backward as if by a hurricane.
He opened his mouth but didn't speak. He just glared fiercely at Imai, then looked at Kazatoin Kazama with a complicated expression, before finally turning around and heading towards the baseball field exit.
Half an hour later, Sanliangyi returned home.
"Oh? Da Long, what brings you back? Is the baseball team on holiday?"
The mother in the kitchen asked in surprise, then casually placed a plate of food in front of her son.
Hearing this, Sanliangyi suddenly felt a little scared, afraid that her mother would look disappointed after hearing that she had been kicked out of the baseball club for hitting someone.
But he still spoke, and in his nervousness, he heard his mother laugh.
"Oh, I see. My Da Long really did bring his talent to the baseball field."
The mother smiled, her eyes narrowed, without a trace of disappointment.
She took off her apron and hung it on the back of the chair, sat on the left side of the dining table, propped her chin up, looked at her eldest son, and said with a troubled expression:
"Looks like the baseball field isn't really welcoming to my Da Long. What should I do? Become a policeman? Or ice hockey, boxing? Or maybe I should just become a bad guy?"
Sanliangyi Dalong raised his head speechlessly: "Mom..."
"Haha~~ Now that you're back, get some sleep. Mom will go to school with you tomorrow."
The mother patted her big son's head.
Sanliang lowered her head and continued eating. She knew what her mother was going to the school for: to help her resolve the matter of hitting someone—to apologize and so on.
夜
Lying in bed, Sanliang Yidalong stared at the ceiling with his eyes open.
He raised one hand, then released it and clenched it again, tossing it upwards like a baseball.
My head is spinning.
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