I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 11 Diamond Midfield

After the first round of the local competition, members of the school team received a certain degree of popularity. Fujii Shu, who had two goals and one assist, went to school on Monday and opened a sign with his name and class in front of the cabinet door where students change their shoes.

The long iron cabinet and several colorful love letters fell at my feet.

Ah Xiba.

Qi Yuan, who often watched Korean romance dramas, his eyes turned red. He only had smelly indoor shoes in his shoe cabinet and could not find rare props like love letters.

Bending down to pick up the fallen love letters, Fujii opened them one by one during class. Most of them were romantic confessions, beautiful handwriting, and fragrant stationery. If a boy like Suhara was innocent, he would definitely be in a dilemma of choice.

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Fujii put them into his shoulder bag and did not plan to go to the meeting at the agreed place in the love letter. Such a silent rejection should be less harmful to girls. He should take the initiative like Asami Mao in the class.

Yes, they are always in the minority.

“In the Taiyuan period of the Jin Dynasty, the people of Wuling made fishing their main occupation…”

In the last Mandarin class in the morning, the textbooks of the island country's high schools also included many famous works of Sinology. The monitor, Chika Akiyama, stood up and read aloud this famous work of Tao Yuanming in Chinese.

I always feel that the pronunciation of islanders has always been problematic, and both English and Chinese sound awkward.

Even after three years of soul piercing, Fujii was still not used to this kind of blunt Chinese. Teacher Miyagi on the podium noticed him, thought he wanted to express himself, and asked him to read it by name.

"Liu Ziyi of Nanyang, a noble scholar, heard about it and went there happily."

Fujii read to the end and pronounced the words correctly. He stood by the window, bathed in the sunshine, and ended the last paragraph under the surprised eyes of his classmates and Teacher Miyagi.

“Those who seek illness without success and end up with no one to care about them.”

"Please sit down. Mr. Fujii's Chinese is very good, and his pronunciation is very standard among Chinese people. If he usually uses Chinese, teacher, I would think he is Chinese."

Teacher Miyagi was not stingy in her praise. She graduated from the Department of Literature at Imperial University. Literature students from the island country all know a certain level of Sinology, and they are not cultural waste who can only use katakana.

The monitor, Chika Akiyama, turned her head and looked at Fujii Shu seriously from the middle seat. It turned out that he was not only good at appearance, but also very rich inside.

She wears a single ponytail that is easy to take care of, has a slender figure, a swan-like white neck covered with a layer of fine hair, a melon-seed face with a pointed chin, and delicate and small facial features. She has the pure temperament of Xiaojiabiyu, and her chest is mountainous.

Qiu is slightly undulating, with one hand holding it. Under her slender waist, there is a pair of straight long legs that are rare for islanders, almost one meter in length, and her height is exactly 1.69 meters, no more, no less.

, perfect proportions.

I was Chinese in my previous life, teacher.

Fujii Shu was thinking in his heart, but he couldn't tell the truth with his mouth. There was a faint smile on his face, as if he was enjoying it very much.

Fujii-san, you shine no matter what you do.

Azusa Hase, who was sitting in the back seat, secretly looked at Fujii who was sitting back in his seat with an unconfident look, spinning a gel pen in his hand.

In the corner, Asami Mao, who had failed to express her love before, saw Azusa Hase staring at Fujii and clenched her fists.

During the lunch break, Fujii went up to the rooftop of the school and nibbled on the school’s bread in the shade behind the entrance. Fried noodles and bread, a specialty product of the island country, he would not touch. He bought ordinary meat floss bread and a piece of bread.

A 200 yen bottle of orange soda.

Not long after sitting down, there was a knock on the door on the rooftop, followed by a series of footsteps, mixed with insulting words. Listening to the voice, the leader was Asami Mao, who was soft and weak that day. At this moment, her voice became cold and capricious.

"Stay away from Fujii-kun, giant woman!"

"You must be clear about your position and just stink in the garbage. You are not even allowed to look at boys like Fujii Shu."

"You know what? You idiot."

After a few slaps and a burst of sobs, the tormentors hurried away, leaving behind deep choking sounds. Fujii was no longer in the mood to taste the bread. He turned around to the entrance of the rooftop, and sure enough, the one who was hurt was Hase Azusa in the back seat.

Classmate, the lunch box she brought was spilled all over the floor, and she slumped down on the floor in embarrassment, covering her red cheeks with her hands.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you."

Azusa Hase didn't pay attention to who was coming, and only knew how to apologize, which was a useless and shameful escape.

"Want to eat? I can't eat anymore."

The freshly opened meat floss bread was still steaming, so Fujii handed it over.

"Thank you...you, Fujii-san."

Azusa Hase accepted his kindness and looked up again, seeing a face that made her heart beat faster.

"Why don't you resist? They are going too far."

Fujii crouched down and remembered that he had seen a similar situation in his previous life in middle school. There were always one or two people in the class who were often bullied, and he always stood by and watched like everyone else.

"The more you resist, the worse it will be next time. If you don't do anything, you will forget me in a few days."

Hase Azusa answered truthfully, Fujii Shu didn't know what to say, and the parties involved didn't resist. As an outsider, he had no reason to intervene.

"If they still use me as an excuse to bully you, just tell me."

He had no choice but to stand up and remind Azusa Hase.

"This is about both of our reputations, understand?"

"I understand, Fujii-san."

Azusa Hase replied weakly, she seemed to be a little afraid of such Fujii tree.

School ended at 3:30 in the afternoon, and the school team's football training started as usual. They changed into lightweight short-sleeved uniforms. There were more students on the field watching their training, both male and female. It was much more balanced than before, which was mostly boys.

"We changed to a 4-4-2 diamond midfield. This is a tactic promoted by Coach Ferguson of Manchester United in the Premier League."

Coach Fukai introduced his updated style of play to the warmed-up players. He put Fujii Shu in the midfielder position, Suhara continued to play center, Konishi Yoshinaga still stayed in the right wing position, and captain Nakamura moved to the midfielder.

Positioned in the back, used as the core midfielder in the midfield.

"Fujii has the right to command the frontcourt. When you have good opportunities or are in trouble, pass the ball to him and let him organize the attack. Suhara is at the forefront, attracting the enemy's center back, and Konishi Yoshiyuki pulls in to provide support.

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Coach Shenjing used a chessboard to give a simple example of his new formation. Fortunately, it was changed from the regular 442 to the diamond midfield 442. The difference is that the requirements for the attacking midfielder and defensive midfielder are higher. During this time, he studied Manchester United in the Premier League and also learned about it.

Coach Yasuda consulted a lot and gained some insights.

"As soon as Fujii gets the ball, you can decide whether to pass or attack by yourself. You are the core of our offense. Do you have confidence?"

Picking up the chess piece No. 13 on the chessboard, Coach Fukai put it in a key position and turned to ask Fujii.

"Yes, leave it to me."

Naturally, Fujii will not refuse, and no one will give up the opportunity to become the core. This is an honor and will also bring pressure.

(End of chapter)