I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 41 The habitat of time

After receiving Fujii's clear rejection, He Wei was not too disappointed. It was not up to him to decide whether he could join the Chinese national team, nor was Fujii's ability a guarantee of success. The two exchanged contact information and said goodbye.

Look at our neighbors! They all have the same physique. Why can they enter the World Cup again and again? There are so many of us, but we cannot cultivate local talents and continue to sink.

Before He Wei left, he used his mobile phone to take pictures of the Hachioji High School players who were practicing hard on the training field. The focus was on Fujii Shu who was protecting the ball.

"On July 25, 2012, a new program was recorded in Tokyo, the island country. Hachioji High School was a participant in this high school national competition. The ball was protected by 17-year-old No. 13 midfielder Fujii Shu. He has professional-level skills and can have a promising future.

Period. When will our Chinese football team be able to cultivate such young players?"

He pressed the send button, captioned the picture, and posted it on Weibo.

At the end of July, after people from Fuji TV finished filming the promotional video, Coach Fukai suddenly announced that he would lead the school team to participate in a month-long professional training.

"The school pays to take everyone to a professional training ground at the foot of Mount Fuji. Each person is given an additional 2,000 yen per day as living expenses. Participation is voluntary. I won't force it."

Coach Shen Jing sent a sunglasses emoji to the school team’s contact group, and all 25 people on the team agreed. This kind of special training is not at the school’s football field, but at a professional venue frequented by professional teams.

It’s impossible to book a monthly ticket without spending a lot of money.

The departure time was set for the early morning of August 1st. The rented bus stopped at the school gate. The school team players got on the bus one by one, accompanied by two school teachers, one male and one female.

"Good morning, I am Hikaru Sazen, a chemistry teacher in the first year of high school. I am responsible for everyone's daily life and safety management. Please give me your advice."

After Mr. Mitsuru Sazen looked very young and introduced himself enthusiastically, it was Mr. Miyagi's turn to speak.

"Good morning, I am Miyagi Wakika, a Chinese language teacher in the second year of high school. My duty is to shoot some promotional videos. Please give me your advice."

"Qiyuan, she is the beautiful teacher in your class."

"Teacher Miyagi, let me help you put your luggage in the car."

The members of the school team are very excited. There are not many beautiful teachers in Hachioji High School who are such legendary creatures, and Miyagi Wakika is the most outstanding one.

"Uncle Tianhai, there are still more than ten chapters of Chainsaw Man's manuscripts. I have put them in the drawer of the studio on the third floor. You can send them out regularly. Don't forget."

Fujii Shu lowered his head and finished the text message, then boarded the bus with the crowd and chose a window seat in the front row. Suhara happened to sit next to him.

"Miyagi-sensei, do you need motion sickness medicine?"

After getting on the bus, chemistry teacher Mitsuru Sazen took out a box of medicine and asked Mr. Miyagi next to him.

"No thanks."

Teacher Miyagi forced a smile and declined his kindness. Since she was drugged last time, she has become afraid of things handed to her by others.

"This time I go to Mount Fuji to see the scenery. The eighty-kilometer drive is not too far."

Mitsuru Sazen tried to strike up a conversation from another perspective. He was the nephew of the vice-principal. In fact, the trip was originally arranged by two senior teachers who were about to retire. For some purpose, he asked his uncle to be the vice-principal.

It was temporarily changed to him and Mr. Miyagi.

Another fly was attracted.

Teacher Miyagi turned away and ignored him. The smell of cologne sprayed on Mitsuru Sakuma made her breathless.

Looking at the rapidly passing street scene outside the car window, Fujii's delicate face in the front seat was reflected on the glass. She looked at her phone quietly, and then looked at her own face. At the age of twenty-six or seven, it is the time when life is mature and perfect.

In a few years, after her youth is gone, she will no longer receive so much attention and trouble, right?

"I have preserved my precious innocence until now."

Putting his fingers on the boy's chin, moving from bottom to top, he sealed the corners of his lips.

"Is Fujii-san's first kiss still there? Mine is still there."

Breathe close to his face, feel his panic, and feel his heartbeat speed up.

What happened that night, like a shell being picked up at the beach, reappeared in his mind. Teacher Miyagi's face suddenly turned red, and he buried his head and covered his mouth. Why do you have to recall such a shameful memory now?

Hehe, she is shy, she must have sensed my charm.

Next to him, Hikaru Sazen noticed something strange about Mr. Miyagi, and he had an illusion. He took out a comb from his coat pocket and styled his hair with a neat back, feeling a little proud.

After more than an hour of patience, Mr. Miyagi finally got off the bus. The Toki-nosu training base at the foot of Mount Fuji, as the island country's youth training mecca, was not as magical as imagined.

There are several courts separated by fences, including standard competition venues, small five-a-side football venues, and two half-courts dedicated to practice. A few hundred meters away is a dormitory and supporting facilities.

An indoor training hall. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the training hall, you can see mostly physical training equipment.

"Teacher Shenjing, the school has spent a lot of money. One month's venue fee and training expenses are not a small sum of money. You must train well so that our school team can perform well in the national competition."

The principal's personal teachings echoed in the ears of coach Shen Jing. He came to this familiar field again, but no longer as a player. Disillusioned by all the past events, he had no choice but to sigh and end the sadness of this moment.

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“The scenery is really nice!”

Fujii looks at Mount Fuji in the distance. In summer, although the white top of the mountain is gone, the colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, creating a unique scenery. The sky is clear and blue, and the outline of Mount Fuji almost blends into the sky. White clouds dot the sky.

, stretching to the sky.

"I am your physical coach, Hisahoro Aoki. Please give me your advice!"

A professional from Tokihiro Training Base, a strong middle-aged man wearing Nike sports tights, stepped forward to greet their arrival.

"Excuse me, I'd like to thank you for this time."

After coach Fukai and fitness coach Hisahoro Aoki exchanged business cards, they nodded to each other and got close to each other.

"Don't you remember me, Fukai-san? When Kashima Antlers came for training during the winter window five years ago, I was also responsible for the physical training."

Hisahoro Aoki seemed to be no stranger to Coach Fukai, and he was also curious why Coach Fukai took the initiative to exchange business cards with him.

Looking carefully at the business card he just received, the information on it made him laugh in surprise.

"Sorry, you have become a coach! Congratulations."

"It's not worth mentioning. It's all thanks to the hard work of the children that our Hachioji High School can win the Tokyo A Division and train here."

After waving his hand, Coach Fukai greeted the school team members who were still taking photos of Mount Fuji. He went to the dormitory at the training base first and arranged the room.

"Then everyone, follow me first. The dormitory is a double room. The environment is not bad. You can see Mount Fuji in the distance at any time."

Aoki Kuhoro led the way and led them towards the dormitory building.

(End of chapter)