Kōshū breathed a sigh of relief after submitting the application materials for the American exchange meeting at the last minute. It was supposed to be submitted yesterday, but a few people from Lang Zhi made a mistake in one detail. Today, I kicked out several people and read the requirements on the order of the information word by word before compressing them and sending them to the other side.
Empty dormitory, mission completed. He leaned on the stool and paused in his thoughts.
In the blink of an eye, it's early May, Kanto Tournament still has two weeks left, and physical training has been continuing, with two pitchers clamoring to challenge the ace.
The foreign teacher's weekly conversation continues, and occasionally the two of them chat. Recently, the other person has become interested in China.
In 2008, Olympics was about to be held in BJ in the midsummer. Thinking of this, Kōshū felt a layer of heat rising on his skin.
'After all, I still missed Torch Relay. ' Torch Relay's date was April 26, which happened to be the time of the game. Kōshū couldn't leave the team for this reason, so he just missed it.
I had a heated discussion with Rong Chun a few days ago. In the photo the other party sent him, there was a sea of red. "It has a little bit of a presence, China." '
"Buzz--" The phone vibrated again. It was still a foreign teacher. He was asking for advice on how to say hello in Chinese. Maybe taking advantage of this Olympics opportunity, this guy would go to China again.
"China is very big~" After Kōshū answered the question, he pointed out that the purpose of the trip was unclear.
The foreign teacher was noncommittal, and Kōshū said nothing more. Perhaps his advice was not particularly practical in front of Haiyan who had crossed the ocean. Moreover, after so many deliberate exchanges with an outsider, his inner box became loose.
'The standards of friends may not need to be so harsh. ' When I thought about this, some things that had been vaguely used as psychological standards disappeared, 'Maybe it's not that difficult to make friends. ' At the same time, the last bit of restraint in his throat during overseas exchanges disappeared, and even turned into an expectation, looking forward to meeting people from different worlds.
"Hey -" A person opened the door, interrupting Kōshū's thinking. The other person only poked his head in, "Are you okay? Those two guys are gone."
"Just leaving?" Kōshū was surprised. He felt that he had been sitting quietly at the table for a long time.
Lang Zhi opened the door and came in, reading the content of the automatic reply email without any concept of privacy.
"Pa", Kōshū closed the computer in front of him, "Let's go, it's time to practice on your own."
The next Sunday is a rare rest day for Seido Baseball Club. Even baseball clubs do not train 365 days a year. The time between major games occasionally gives these teenagers some breathing time.
During this time, most of the people who live on campus are because their homes are far away, so they cannot go back if the vacation is too short. They can only stay in the dormitory or continue training, and some people——
"Brother, do you want to go for a run?" Eijun sent the invitation.
"Rejected." Kōshū on the opposite side stared at the phone without raising his head. If you look carefully, you can see that this person's hair is still a little wet, and he looks like he has taken a shower.
"Are you going out?" Eijun Occasionally, such a flash of inspiration occurs.
The person opposite closed his phone and nodded, "Go and restock."
'Restocking? ' The little catcher, who was still lowering his head to pack his things, was confused for a moment.
"Oh - it's the comic that Jun-san mentioned!" Isashiki Jun, who was once a powerful senior at Seido, became a squeezed first-year student in college. He could only find the feeling of being a senior when he occasionally discussed comics with his juniors.
"Yeah." Kōshū simply agreed. This time he just wanted to keep it simple. Every time a group of boys gather together in Wuyang, it would be too eye-catching. What's more, what he is looking for this time is a girl's manga.
It's weird when you think about it, and it would probably scare the 'original people' in shoujo manga.
"Wait a minute, I'm going too!" No, once the news was heard, there would be a group of people. Kōshū stepped forward, threw his bag on his back, put on his hat and opened the dormitory door.
Then, outside the door, a hand was raised to knock on the door. It was the first grade students who were strolling over to eat after dinner.
"What are you doing here?" Kōshū then felt that he was talking too much. If he asked what he was doing, there would be an answer. Then someone would inevitably ask him what he was doing, and then he would be entangled, "Eijun Here you go! I have something to do, so I'll leave first!"
But it was too late.
In West Tokyo, the largest bookstore, there are stacks of books as soon as you enter the door, with book covers and recommendations specially recommended by the clerk. After walking through the door, there are rows of bookshelves to the right. There are reasoning, emotions, encyclopedias, etc. along the way. You can feel that the writing in front of you has changed from simple and elegant to colorful, and you have arrived at the comics section.
There are quite a few people standing inside, and most people come to the bookstore to take a look before making a decision before buying a book, so not all of the people here are the kind of people who just look at and buy the books that the clerk hates.
But today is a bit special. There are five people crammed into the pink area.
"Sure enough, I'd better go over there." Haruichi stood outside, already feeling the eyes of the store clerk, and facing several girls who originally wanted to come but were intimidated.
But in an instant, his friend grabbed his hand and said, "Block me." Oh, it turns out that you also know how to be embarrassed, so why, when Kōshū repeatedly emphasized that his goal today is shoujo comics, you stiffened your neck and insisted on following along.
Haruichi was sure that a mischievous signal flashed in Kōshū's eyes at that time.
"Oh, since you want to come so much, you can't run away for a while."
Lang Zhi felt that his friend next to him was still struggling. In desperation, he glanced at the people who could still be used.
Kōshū was looking for a book, and Eijun was helping to find it. Both of them looked magnanimous and did not seem to be panicking about breaking into enemy territory.
Furuya was stuffed with a comic book at the beginning. At this time, he clicked "Follow" and didn't pay attention to the information from the outside world.
Only two people, Lang Zhi and Haruichi, felt awkward because they were inexperienced in the shojo manga area.
For today's plan, there is only——
The two good friends instantly connected. One on each side, they put Furuya on the outside and used him to block other people's sight.
"No." Although it was most convenient to ask the clerk, Kōshū and Eijun both made a tacit understanding not to ask the clerk.
"Ah, this book seems to have a good setting." They even started to communicate with each other.
"Sure enough, it's different to look for it on your own. You can make some unexpected discoveries."
Eijun A flash of lightning struck his heart, "I understand, and it will be very atmospheric."
Kōshū nodded, "Sometimes I can read it in one sitting at the bookstore, but when I get home I feel so lazy that I can't read it anymore."
"Yes, that's it."
Lang Zhi followed behind. After reading those shameful titles, his eyes were almost blinded. He turned to his friend and said, "I really don't understand what they are communicating. So, why did you look at it??"
Haruichi actually picked up a book and started. He seemed a little helpless, "Since I already said I would join."
Lang Zhi's face was full of hatred, and he looked around and saw that there was no ally, so he had to fold his arms and close his eyes to rest.
I had a hard time opening the computer today
I would like to call it "Writer's Rehabilitation"
Recently, I have been using a few small daily routines to regain my feeling.