I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 29 Fan Club

The lights on the football field have been turned off with the timer switch. Furusawa Yumi is lying on the dim grass, his chest heaving violently, and scattered footballs covering the entire half of the field.

"As expected, you haven't left yet."

Center back Yukihei Maeda, who transferred from the Kashima Antlers youth training team with him, shone a flashlight on his tired face.

"The opponent in the next round is a very strong opponent, and I can't be compared."

The outstanding performance of Yuya Furusawa and Itsuki Fujii in consecutive games even appeared in local sports newspapers in Tokyo. This high school student who is a little more handsome than him is no less popular than him now.

Turning off the flashlight, Maeda Yukihei sat down in front of him, took out his mobile phone, and found the news section about football on the Internet. The second cover photo was of Fujii's final kick from the High School Affiliated to the University of Technology. It must be said that it was indeed very impressive.

Attractive, whether it's the impeccable profile or the muscular lines.

Most of the comment sections below are filled with nymphomaniac women, and there are also content that objectively evaluate Fujii's strength. The cover photo is accompanied by a short video reprinted from China, which was produced by the genius.

Does this excite you?

Maeda Yukihei guessed his friend's thoughts. Furuzawa Yuya always lives under the attention of everyone. Once something more dazzling changes his attention, he will crazily improve his strength so that he can return to the state of being noticed by everyone.

"There are still ten days left. I must defeat him. Maybe coach Yasuda will also see our performance."

Furusawa Yumi rested for more than ten minutes, stood up again, and called on Maeda Yukihira to continue practicing.

"I'm back."

Mana Sakura pushed open the door of the apartment where she lived alone and turned on the light switch at the entrance, illuminating a space of more than 40 square meters in one bedroom and one living room. She took off her tight female professional suit and put on light sportswear.

It also has the nameplate of Hirano High School, but it's a little blurry.

Turning the knob of the microwave oven and heating the cheap bento from the convenience store for five minutes, Sasakura Mana simply took a shower, sat down at the kotatsu table in the living room with the bento, and ate while scrolling through her mobile phone.

Her dual-purpose skills are one of her few advantages.

She accidentally clicked on the sports section, and the young man on the cover who raised his leg to shoot a goal caught her attention.

I clicked on it and took a look. It was a reprinted video, which lasted for more than three minutes. It was accompanied by Chinese pop songs that I didn't understand. After watching it once, my heart beat faster. I clicked on the barrage again to enjoy it again.

"Fujii-kun, I like it very much."

"Why don't you make your debut? I really want to see him on TV!"

"From today on, I am Fujii-kun's fan."

As expected, the barrage was full of words of admiration, and Mana Sakura was awakened by something. She created a support group of thousands of people on the communication software and changed its name to Shu's support group.

"Everyone can join this group. I checked and found that the next round of the Tokyo High School Local Competition is on June 27. We can make support items in advance and go to the scene to cheer for Fujii."

She typed up a long list of words and group numbers and posted them in the comment area. Within an hour or two, more than a hundred people applied.

"The cheering color should be the deep red of their school team."

"We are going to make five banners. If you are willing, you can voluntarily donate a small amount of production fees or make them yourself and bring them."

The group quickly decided on the details of the support, and several senior people who had promoted other idols were given administrator rights by her. Such a temporary fan group was established in a hurry.

"By the way, the competition venue is an open-air stadium in Shinagawa District, Tokyo. Friends who are far away please be careful to travel in advance. The address can be found on the official website of the local competition."

After typing the last paragraph, Sasakura Mana threw down her mobile phone, lay down on the tatami of the kotatsu table, and showed a proud smile.

It felt like I had done something extraordinary.

She thought, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes, it was the early morning of June 27th, an ordinary Sunday.

Sasakura Mana finished washing up, put on her favorite dress, and went out with a combined support banner. At the agreed subway station, she met several members of the support group who lived nearby. In addition to the banners, they also prepared

Bright red support air sticks and even air compressors were brought.

The Tokyo subway on holidays was not as crowded as it is during work. I got off the train at the Shinagawa Ward station and walked for less than ten minutes to the stadium where the competition was held.

The ticket price for the high school local competition is a symbolic 100 yen. Their support group generously booked half of the bleachers, with a total of 300 seats. Because the size of the support group has expanded to thousands of people, considering the number of people who signed up to participate,

Some of the more than 400 people may not be able to come, so we only reserved so many seats.

As a result, more people came than those who signed up. Fortunately, the remaining tickets were not sold. This rare open-air stadium with 20,000 people was almost full of spectators.

"Is it so exaggerated?"

Suhara, who was the first to represent the Hachioji High School team, was a little dumbfounded. Looking around, there was actually no one absent from the stadium at Nottingham University. This was just a game between ordinary high school students!

"Furuzawa Yumi, the best in the world!"

On the south stand, several blue banners more than ten meters long were hung, the same color as the Horikoshi High School uniforms. Hundreds of female fans of Yumi Furusawa stood in a group to build momentum for him and shouted slogans in unison.

Did you pay for this with your own money?

Suyuan was so jealous that he was about to explode. They were both high school students. Why was there such a big gap?

"Everyone, we can't lose to them!"

The support group in the North Stand also erected banners in response, and when Fujii walked out of the tunnel, he also shouted words of support.

"Fujii Shu-kun, invincible in the universe!"

The fanaticism of female fans in the island country is no worse than that in China, and they can even make more exaggerated actions due to the extreme social environment.

Name; Fujii itsuki/fujii itsuki

Age; 17/26

Strength; 1.45

Physique;1.44

Agility; 1.44

Intelligence; 1.32

Charm; 1.31

Free attribute points; 2.2

Skill;

Painting; LV3/81%

Literature; LV4/3%

Driving; LV3/14%

Cooking skills; LV3/46%

Judo; LV2/11%

Football; LV3/89%

Fujii opened the gold finger panel in the player channel. He didn't add any points for a month. Most of the free attributes were given by improving his fast football skills. After Literary reached LV4, he was directly rewarded with some free attributes.

When the attribute exceeds 1.3, the cost of adding points doubles. Fujii first raised his strength to 1.6, but found that he could not increase it at 1.5.

"When a single attribute exceeds 1.5, other attributes also need to reach the same level."

Goldfinger directly gave the hint, and Fujii was speechless. It would be fine to increase his intelligence, but what's the use of forcing him to increase his charm? He is not a succubus, nor is he a cowherd from the Rokugi district.

(End of chapter)