I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 14 Old people from the old place

This is a piece of uncut jade!

Fujii looked at Azusa Hase carefully, up and down, the hills on her chest were towering, her size was estimated to be E at least, and her waist was also unusually slender. Since she was much taller than an ordinary island woman, her pair of long legs was also a big plus.

Xiang, although islanders don't like girls who are too tall, her capital is enough to break this prejudice.

"Um, Fujii-san, can you... don't look at me like this."

Azusa Hase protested weakly, her voice as low as a buzzing mosquito.

"Want to become popular? Hase-san."

It reminds me of the Japanese TV series Wild Boar I watched in my previous life. The heroine in it was nicknamed Wild Boar, and the Hase classmate in front of me was nicknamed Giant Girl. There are quite some similarities.

"No, as long as I can continue to exist like this, that's fine."

Azusa Hase shook her head decisively. She only likes to read books alone. She is satisfied when she sees the joys and sorrows of the protagonists in the book. She will not participate in the beautiful lives of these characters.

"This is not up to you. I will confess my love to you on the school radio tomorrow. Beautiful Miss Zi, please agree to my pursuit as an admirer."

Fujii Shu made fun of her. It had been a month since he transferred to another school, and he still had no friends he could talk to in the class. The boys all regarded him as their enemy. Most of the girls had other thoughts, and only the elders were easy to bully.

Gu Zi, you can say a few words without any scruples.

"Please don't do this, please."

Azusa Hase held up the corner of Fujii's clothes and mustered up the courage to refuse.

"Is it okay to be friends? I usually read books with you. You have to support me in playing football. If someone bullies you, I will stand up for you."

Fujii said his ultimate goal, stretched out his hand, and raised his little finger.

"well?"

As if hearing something extraordinary, Azusa Hase raised his head and saw Fujii's bright smile, looking at him with a kind smile.

"Lagou, let's be friends for a hundred years."

She hesitantly stretched out her hand. If they were just ordinary friends, she could still accept it reluctantly. And judging from the way Fujii looked at reading in the morning, he should be a person who loves reading. In this way, he would not talk to her often and could bear it.

Come down.

The two fingers hooked together, forming a hundred-year agreement with each other.

Back in the classroom, the atmosphere did not change. It seemed that Asami Mao was also a person who wanted to save face and did not spread the matter to the class.

During football training in the afternoon, Fujii found Azusa Hase in the corner of the training ground, still holding the book of Memories of Lost Time in his hand, reading quietly.

After receiving the ball from captain Nakamura, Fujii wanted to show off. During training, he usually played with hidden strength, but this time he suddenly used his full strength. The center back Nagahama who was defending him in front was stepped on by him again and again.

Bicycle deceived him. Although he used this trick many times, center back Nagahama had to adjust his direction according to his body, otherwise Fujii would be able to throw him away with a sudden sprint. It was really torture.

When center back Nagahama's body swayed from side to side and lost his balance, Fujii passed around the opponent from the left. The school team defenders, who had been trained many times by coach Fukai, stretched out their defense in depth to prevent him from breaking the defense with a long pass.

However, Fujii didn't think about passing the ball this time. He used his skillful technical movements and used 1.3 times the physical fitness of ordinary people to pass defenders one after another. Facing the nervous Ryuunosuke alone, he unexpectedly took the ball with one kick.

Ryunosuke, who was hanging to the near corner and making a reverse save, watched helplessly as the football flew into the goal. After lying on the ground, he hammered the turf unwillingly.

Did his skills improve so quickly in a short period of time?

Off the court, Coach Fukai saw the level of Fujii's attack and touched his chin. His Nikon camera was always on, recording Fujii's training and competition, and planned to cut it into highlights at the appropriate time.

Sent to his mentor, coach Yasuda, he felt that if Fujii plays professional football, he will at least be more successful than his career.

"Good ball, well played."

Someone yelled on the sidelines, saying something incomprehensible, but the tone should be in Chinese.

Fujii Shu heard from the news that he was also a student of Hachioji High School. The two boys, one tall and one fat, should be Chinese in the international class. Hachioji High School has a special international department and recruits many foreigners, both Chinese and Korean.

The number is enough for each group to have an intensive class.

"Thank you, are you Chinese?"

It’s only 2012, and those who can afford to study abroad are probably from well-off families, right?

Stepping forward to communicate with them in Chinese, Fujii Shu thought to himself that in his previous life, he was from an ordinary family and was far from the unfamiliar word of well-off.

"Holy shit, brother, are you Chinese? Your accent sounds like a southern one."

The fat boy spoke with a Beijing accent, and the tall man next to him was obviously from Guangdong Province.

"We haven't seen you in the International Department, Huaqiao?"

"No, I am a local. I have studied Chinese with the overseas Chinese uncle next door for several years, so my accents are similar. Thank you for supporting me."

It was rare to meet fellow villagers from his previous life, and Fujii Shu couldn't help but chat with them. The fat boy's name is Geng Sibo, who is from Didu, and the tall Guangdong native is named Wu Ming. They are both first-year students in the International Department, and they also like each other.

Watching football is considered to be the level of an ordinary fan.

After talking for two minutes, the training ground was about to kick off again. Fujii greeted them and jogged back to the field to continue training.

"Football:LV3/1%."

After today's training, my football skills have finally been upgraded to professional level LV3. The upgrade speed should slow down in the future. It takes one month to reach professional level from scratch. If it were spread, it would be a fantasy.

"Let's go, Hase-san, I'll see you off."

Fujii saw Azusa Hase still reading on the sidelines. It seemed that she was really easy to manipulate and very honest.

"No need, Fujii-san."

Hase Azusa still wanted to refuse, but Fujii Shu forcibly pulled her up. She had been sitting on the sidelines for a long time. As soon as she stood up, her legs suddenly became numb and she could not stop trembling.

"You're welcome. There are so many perverts in the island country. If I let you go home so late alone, it will be my fault if anything happens."

Fujii has seen Azusa Hase go to school several times. She always walks on her legs, so her home shouldn't be far away.

He has a girlfriend?

Suhara, who had finished training at the same time, looked at them with surprise and surprise in his eyes. What he hated most about Fujii was that he was afraid that he would take away the one he loved, the quiet squad leader Chika Akiyama, a young girl with a single ponytail.

If your eyesight is bad enough, your face will be in vain.

Suhara didn't understand why Fujii fell in love with Azusa Hase. He was already 174cm tall and only one centimeter shorter than Fujii. Could it be that he liked to drive a big car?

Pushing out the bicycle from the parking shed, although the island country is not allowed to carry people on the back seat of the bicycle, but in such late weather, it should not be caught by the group of tax thieves (island police), right?

"Get in the car and let's go."

Fujii said hello to Azusa Hase, who was dawdling, and motioned for her to sit in the back seat.

Hase Azusa hesitantly got into the car. The bicycle started, and the wind blew through her long hair. Their figures were reflected in the lights on the roadside, and their shadows became slender.

(End of chapter)