Chapter 103: System: I Will Sortie in Gundam Form

【Countdown to the National High School Baseball Championship: 53 days】

Here it comes again.

Today is May 4th; while most people in Japan are still enjoying the holiday, Kaimei High School has already begun returning to school.

"We're returning to school for the Ball Games Tournament, which isn't bad; some high schools return to school to attend cram school." Kobayashi Shiki wiped the soccer ball as if wiping a trophy.

"I've heard that too," Aizawa Jun nodded, "purchasing courses from professional cram schools so students can take online classes in the classroom."

"Doesn't the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology care?" another boy said.

"Care?" Kobayashi Shiki laughed, "That's a high school with a University of Tokyo admission rate one point higher than ours; without the resolve to endure hardship, they wouldn't get in in the first place."

"Are you talking about Shinkawa?" the Basketball Girl who plays center came over.

Shinkawa?

Qingshan Li, who was doing homework at his seat, came back to his senses slightly.

I feel like I've heard of this school somewhere.

"Supposedly it wasn't very strict before, but it's getting stricter and stricter now."

"Maybe our school will become like that too."

The return-to-school time is in the afternoon, but for some reason, most people came in the morning.

But soon, these people all left again to participate in club activities.

The instrument sounds of the Brass Band Club, the shouts of the Track and Field Club, the cheers of the Cheerleading Club, the roars of the Baseball Club

Qingshan Li stood up and closed the window.

There were ten-plus people in the classroom, everyone doing their own things like self-study.

Qingshan Li sat down and continued writing.

Thanks to Detective A and Seiten Band, he didn't write a single bit of his homework.

"Qing Shan Jun."

Qingshan Li raised his head; a short-haired girl stood beside the desk.

"May I ask you a math question?" she held her textbook.

Your grades are better than mine, right, by the way, what's her name?

"If I can help you." Qingshan Li said.

The girl sat down in front, smiling softly and gently: "Qing Shan Jun's math grades this time are first place in the class."

Oh, this guy is the Class Representative, come to think of it.

【At this level, Qingshan, you actually can't remember the other person's name? Trash!】

Qingshan Li was very worried the other person would suddenly ask "Who am I" type questions.

As for the math problem before his eyes, whether it was because his grades had improved or because it was originally simple, Qingshan Li explained it with ease.

"Better than the teacher!" the Class Representative exclaimed in admiration.

"Classmate, if there's nothing else, I'll continue writing my homework."

"Sorry, thanks, Qing Shan Jun, I'll treat you to drinks later~" the Class Representative playfully closed her right eye.

Looking closely, actually the Class Representative is also quite handsome and beautiful!

But Qingshan Li plans to escape.

Because that bottle of drink is not a reward for teaching the other person to study; no merit, no reward.

As time approached, Qingshan Li packed his bookbag and quickly slipped out of the classroom.

Let's go to the library from now on; the library is the true place for learning.

Qingshan Li went to the Baseball Club, and with the help of the female manager, put on a baseball uniform that not only fit well but also smelled of soap.

"Qing Shan Jun, do your best!" the female manager encouraged.

"One point, today I'll strive to get one point."

The female manager smiled: "Mm~!"

Qingshan Li's jersey number is Number 5.

According to his understanding, in high school baseball, Number 1 is a hundred percent the soul figure, sometimes also the absolute ace.

What is the meaning of Number 5? He couldn't remember for a moment.

Forget it.

Anyway, he's out in one pitch.

【Teacher Kuze Oto, Qingshan here, I'm coming again!】

The umpire blew the whistle, both sides appeared, bowed to each other, and the match officially began.

The other side attacks first.

Qingshan Li's defensive position is Left Field, equivalent to the leftmost point of the sector.

Of course, the specific location depends on the other side's hitting ability.

"Eight out of ten of the other side's hits are long hits; outfielders stand further back." Before going on the field, the coach riding a balance scooter instructed.

"Yes!" Qingshan Li also responded along with everyone.

"Don't be nervous." Number 1 Club President passed by him and whispered a sentence to him, so light he doubted he had misheard.

Qingshan Li jogged to Left Field.

He glanced at Center Field and Right Field, estimated their distance from home plate, and stood at the same distance.

【Qingshan, it's simple; just catch the ball and throw it back!】he encouraged himself.

He doesn't care about winning or losing; he only hopes not to affect the Baseball Club.

"Do your best!" Ono Mizuki smiled.

"Add oil! Add oil! Add oil!" the Seiten Band shouted.

"Noisy!" Qingshan Li shouted toward the field.

"Hahahaha!" the girls laughed heartily.

In the distance, Miyase Yaeko and Mikami Ai sat together, these two who were said to not get along.

Besides them, there were the Cheerleading Club and residents near the school.

Whenever the school had a baseball practice game and these people had free time, they would come watch.

In addition, there were former members of the Kaimei High School Baseball Club who had already graduated, either coming on their own or invited by junior students.

In short, the number of spectators was not small.

The Club President standing on the Tou Shou Qiu lifted his leg.

Qingshan Li held his breath, staring fixedly at the opposing batter.

Would the ball be hit?

If hit, where would it fly?

The white ball fell into the Qin Shou's glove.

"Strike!"

The batter did not swing.

Slightly relaxing his shoulders, Qingshan Li continued staring at the batter.

Number 1 Club President pitched for the second time.

"Strike!"

"Strike!"

The opposing batter was quickly struck out on one pitch.

The Cheerleading Club cheered up, and even the Brass Band Club's instrument sounds from afar became stirring.

"Is this a strikeout?" Ono Mizuki asked curiously, "Was big brother defeated like this last time?"

Wordy.

The top of the first inning ended quickly; the opposition had a runner on base, but only reached second base, with no runs scored.

The bottom of the first inning, Kaimei High School on offense.

"Did you all see?" Number 1 Club President said, "The Student Council President came, and is watching us!"

"I heard even the Kendo Club was almost abolished; our Baseball Club is not safe—this is not win or lose, but life and death."

"Can we survive?!"

"We can!" the crowd roared angrily.

Qingshan Li silently recited in his heart: "I'm sorry."

It was he who invited the Student Council President.

Qingshan Li is Kaimei High School's First Place batter, carrying a black baseball bat out of the rest area.

"Qing Shan Jun, add oil!" the female manager cheered from behind.

Qingshan Li walked to the Batter's Box.

——9、1、3

【Arena Scene detected, enable Intelligent Guidance?】

——Transform!

The opposing pitcher lifted his leg.

Qingshan Li did not lose focus; last night's practice greatly increased the 【Koshien】 material, but it was still far from enough.

Even with the system, to wipe away shame, for money, he must put in a certain amount of effort.

The opposing pitcher swung his arm and threw the ball!

"Hoo!"

According to the female manager's introduction, the opposition was a team good at defense, meaning the pitcher's strength was very strong.

Ball speed 151km/h.

It shot over like a killing shot!

Even at Koshien, it absolutely counted as a monster; finding a Qin Shou to match it was difficult.

Condition not bad; after the ball left his hand, the pitcher thought secretly.

Usually 140-plus; today should be above 149.

Clang!

The ball was smashed out!

"What?!" the crowd stood up all at once.

Everyone watched the white ball flying in the air; even the Cheerleading Club stopped moving.

"Does hitting it out mean winning?" Ono Mizuki asked the person beside her.

"Don't know, but it can definitely prove your big brother is awesome!"

"Go out!" Ono Mizuki shouted.

"Go out!"

"Go out ah!"

Someone shouted intermittently.

"Qing! Shan! Jun!" the female manager's voice overwhelmed everyone, "Run! Run to base!!"

It did not move, pointing the baseball bat toward the distance—a Home Run Declaration.

"This idiot!" Coach cursed angrily.

"It's out! It's out! The ball went out!"

"Ouch~" The ball hit the ground, bounced up again, and struck the buttocks of a girl from the neighboring Tennis Club.

At this moment, he leisurely ran past first base, second base, third base, and home plate, returning to the dugout amid the cheers of the entire stadium.

The female manager's face flushed red with Excitement as she handed over a towel.

"Too stupid!" Coach scolded.

He didn't speak, took the towel from the female manager's hand, and sat alone in the farthest corner of the dugout, like a Gundam without a pilot.

——Huh?

——Hey?

——You're still playing?!

Physical condition Upgraded? Nearest no Lianhuo ah!

(Chapter End)