My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

"You two sit in the middle!" Fuyumi stretched out her hand and ordered Natsuori Natsusa to sit down first, and then she and Haruna sandwiched these two overly lively little bastards, and then put Akitaro on the seat next to her , and Yoko also sat down on the other side, helping her to watch Akitaro together.

After they sat down, Fuyumi looked at the field. The two teams were playing tepidly. She looked at her watch and asked Haruna, "What time does their game start?"

"It's half past one according to the order, big sister." Haruna quietly replied, but the time of the baseball game is not accurate, and the regional games are not broadcast, so it is normal to be early or late.

"Then just wait." Dongmei fanned herself with her small hand to cool herself down.

The weather in late May was actually not bad, even at noon it wasn't too hot, the main reason was that she was upset—Xueli wanted to play baseball, she compromised, but she still didn't think it was a good thing. It's too silly to rush on the cusp of the storm!

She likes the whole family to be stable, but it happens that everyone in the family is uneasy. One day jumps, and the next jumps. Sometimes she really can't do what she wants, so she can only bear it with a sullen face, and when she can't hold it back, she will get angry and beat others ——Fortunately, there is another unlucky guy who is willing to marry Xueli, otherwise Xueli will grow bigger and harder to control, and she really doesn't know what to do.

Haruna noticed her movement, looked around, and asked, "Sister, do you want us to wait in another place first, it's more sunny here."

The Okazaki Civic Stadium has a non-reserved seating system, which means that you come in and sit wherever you want, first come, first served, and the regional competition is semi-public in nature, and students like them don’t need to pay for it—they don’t start selling tickets until the quarterfinals. It's very cheap. There weren't many spectators in the second round, so it was free. Now the seats are all relatives of the team, and there are at most one or two thousand spectators.

The place where they are sitting now is the first base unrestricted seat, which is above the bullpen during the private Daifuku Academy game. Next to it is the first base support seat, which is a seat specially reserved for support personnel of the game team. On the opposite side is the third base free seat. Seats, third base benches, and bullpens for opposing teams—anyway, whichever team you support and want to be closer to your own players, you can buy tickets for whichever side you want to sit on. .

Those who really like baseball usually sit in the central unreserved seats, where the tickets are the most expensive. The seats are right behind the home plate, facing the pitcher’s pitch, and they can see the entire field, giving them the strongest sense of substitution.

In addition, there are left and right outfield seats on both sides of the outfield. If you want to hit a home run baseball, you can go there and wait, but it is not particularly comfortable to watch the game, and the ticket price is also the cheapest.

Dongmei had no plans to change places, she shook her head and said, "No need to change, anyway, it's their turn soon." The current game is in the second half of the seventh inning, the score is 3:1, it should be over soon, but she noticed Yang Yoko was praying with her fists in her arms, and the midday sun shone through Yoko's straw hat, casting some colorful shadows on her little face, and there seemed to be a trace of worry in her focused expression, like a person in an oil painting.

Dongmei didn't look away for a moment. Yoko is about to grow up, she looks a little girly, cute and beautiful... How old is she this year? Is it twelve years old?

Yoko opened her eyes, noticed Dongmei's gaze, panicked for a moment, and asked sweetly, "What's wrong, sister Dongmei?"

"Nothing!" Dongmei touched her little straw hat, "I just think you are so good."

Yoko reluctantly gave a smiling face, feeling very sad in her heart—she wasn't praying for Kitahara Hideji's victory just now, but remembered the past.

This is the second time for her to come to the Okazaki Stadium. The last time she came with Kitahara Hideji to watch the ball, and when she came home, she found that her mother had eloped with someone again. Afterwards, she lived with Kitahara Hideji and lived together The happiest period of my life.

At that time, she was so happy that she couldn't sleep at night...

Now, she regrets that she can't sleep at night...

She really wanted to go back to the past, and prayed for a while, hoping to open her eyes to see Kitahara Hideji's gentle smiling face, just like the last time she was on the court, but she saw Fuyumi instead.

She was secretly sad for a moment, but Dongmei only thought that she was worried about winning or losing the game, and couldn't help but touched her sun hat again, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart—they are all younger sisters, and they are all the same size, why is her own so bastard?

She turned her head to look at the bastard sister, and was slightly taken aback, and found that they were also holding their chests with their little hands, closing their eyes and praying, and muttering in their mouths: "Oni-chan, we must win!"

Is this getting better? Sensible? Dongmei couldn't help being surprised and delighted, but Xiazhi Xiasha didn't notice it, and made a wish wholeheartedly, very piously.

They printed 5,000 close-up photos of Hideji Kitahara’s life, forged his autograph, and waited for him to enter Koshien and become famous so they could sell them—we’ve spent a lot of money, Oni-chan, can you Be sure to win!

...

They were talking here to pass the time, and the game on the field was over soon, the anti-aircraft siren was sounded, the stadium staff began to clean up the field, and then a large number of boys began to file out from the entrance and exit of the third base support booth on the opposite side, all of them were the same They were in dark blue uniforms, and the group was cut-cut. There must be more than 300 people. Their movements were orderly and orderly, and the support seats were filled in an instant.

Three boys with white belts fluttering around their heads and uniforms stood with their backs to the field, raised their hands neatly, their long sleeves fluttered, and shouted in unison: "Who is the overlord of Jiaziyuan Guanzhong?"

The 300 boys at the support booth held plastic bottles filled with a small amount of soybeans, beat in unison, and roared in unison: "Holy light! Holy light!"

"Who will win the second round!?"

"Holy Light! Holy Light!"

More than 300 male ducks roaring together really suppressed the audience in an instant, Dongmei and the others were all stunned-this is only the second round, do you need to be so exaggerated? But the opponent was so imposing before the start of the game, it was obvious that it was not a good thing.

Xia Zhi Xia Sha hurriedly took out her mobile phone to check it, and immediately gasped—is the opponent so strong? Aichi prefecture spring and summer general calculation record holder? Nobody told us! If I had known that I would not print so many photos, even if I printed them, I shouldn’t use coated paper... The part-time job last month wouldn’t be in vain, right? This is a sign of bankruptcy!

Their faces were ashen for a while, Dongmei came to her senses, and hurriedly looked around—where is our school's support team? Why is there no movement? Even if you lose, you can't lose!

Yoko was also taken aback by the opponent's momentum. None of them in this group know baseball at all, and they don’t even watch professional baseball games—they are all girls and girls-to-be, and those like Xue Li who like to play baseball are the odd ones. They never expected that an official baseball game is so intense .

She immediately worried about Hideji Kitahara, and she didn't want Hideji Kitahara to lose the game, but she felt like she was alone on her side, what would happen to morale after that? She quickly stood up and looked for the support team, and when she turned her head, she saw a group of people shivering at the entrance of the first base support booth, and she recognized a person, and quickly shouted: "Senior Shikishima, senior Shikishima!"

Shikishima Ritsu heard the prestige, and quickly ran here with more than ten girls, saw that Fukuzawa's family was there, and quickly said hello politely, but Fuyumi looked behind him, interrupted him, surprised Asked: "Are you the support team? This..."

Are there too few people?

Ritsu Shikishima quickly waved his hand, he is not, he just came to cheer, just happened to meet and take care of this group of girls, and An Yunai looked at the other side in a daze, and hurriedly said: "That... yes, Fu Classmate Ze."

She is the only sophomore in the cheerleading team. Behind her are ten first-grade Xinnen, all of whom are little girls. Looking at the more than 300 strong men opposite her, their legs are weak, and their little faces are pale——sacred It's understandable that only boys' schools are full of boys, but you guys are too careless. How can so many people come? This is a foul, right?

However, their duty lies in boosting morale is the meaning of their group, An Yunai quickly turned her head and said: "Let's start too!"

The ten little girls huddled together, and felt that the three hundred boys on the opposite side were going crazy, each of them was slapping the bottle, roaring hoarsely, and their eyes were red - the players from both sides hadn't played yet, this was obviously warming up, if they competed later Excited to start the game, they had to skip the court and eat them raw!

Their aura was directly suppressed, feeling very guilty, they asked in a low voice: "Senior An Yun, let's... how do we start?"

They are not gods, eleven girls want to overwhelm more than 300 boys, isn't that bullshit? If he didn't know that this is a stadium, there wouldn't be any danger, and he might have sat down to pretend to be a small quail--this is too exaggerated, isn't it a missionary school? Shouldn't they all be gentle and amiable boys like pastors and priests? How is it like a group of gorillas who have just escaped from the zoo collectively?

We are delicate flowers, we can't stand this kind of torture!

An Yunai looked at the other side and there was nothing good to do. She felt that she was fully prepared, perfectly completed Suzuki Noki's instructions, and formed a very beautiful and lovely cheerleading support team, but...

She was cruel: "Just follow the rehearsal!"

She bit the bullet and led the group of first-grade girls to the support positions, and raised her arms and shouted: "Dafu—sure victory!"

"Dafu... must, must, must win!"

A group of girls shouted coquettishly in unison, and it was still very irregular, but at last there was some movement in the cheering seats on this side, and there was a sudden silence in the cheering seats on the other side of the Holy Light, and hundreds of eyes looked at the eleven in unison. Little girl, the phalanx boiled up in an instant—there was a girl in the opposite school, she was still alive, and her uniform was pretty!

With a sound of "Aw", the more than 300 boys at the Holy Light Response Seat seemed to have been stimulated by something. They smashed the bottle even more violently, their collective eyes glowed green, and they screamed even hoarse, with white foam on the corners of their mouths—— Knowing that, I thought I hit a goodbye home run, and the winner was determined by one ball!

"Must win! Must win! Must win! Holy Light must win!"

An Yunai was taken aback again, raised her arms and yelled for the second time and only raised her arms, the words stuck in her throat—this is so scary, more than 300 boys gathered together is so scary.

The ten little girls in the back were also exhausted, feeling as if they were going to be eaten by the opponent, the formation was not neat, and they started to join each other again.

Dongmei is angry, what kind of support team is this, my boyfriend's face is embarrassing to you!

She rushed to the front of the support bench in a few steps, lay directly on the barbed wire fence, and roared to the opposite side: "Shut up, it's so noisy!"

She always hates being at a disadvantage, whether she likes it or not, but as a standpoint of supporting the private Daifuku baseball team, she can't accept that the opponent is better than her, but her nickname has the word "tiger", after all, she is not a real tiger It's not very powerful to roar at the opposite side across the court, let alone more than 300 people on the opposite side, even a real tiger may not be able to quarrel with her.

The voice on the other side directly drowned her voice, it was harmless, but it shocked the ten first-grade girls here—this is the legendary Aichi short-legged tiger Fukuzawa-senpai, this violent Temper lives up to its reputation.

Dongmei didn't care what they thought, seeing that the other party dared not listen to her, she was really angry. She lay on the barbed wire and roared again: "The competition is the competition, and if you are arguing, shut up!"

Bastard, if you dare to rely on the number of people to create momentum, if you have the spirit of fair play, you are all scum!

Haruna and Yoko kept pulling her from behind, "Sister (Sister Fuyumi), forget it, forget it."

Kitahara Hideji just came out of the player tunnel to warm up, first he was startled by the support team of the Holy Light, then he turned his head and saw Fuyumi roaring on the barbed wire, and was shocked again—do you like baseball too? Didn't you tell me before, you're so crazy about watching baseball?