I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 72 Before Camping

After sending Hase Azusa off, Fujii is still thinking about the combination of guitar and her. If Hase Azusa can be popular through this, it is really a good thing.

Lying on the bed after eating, he was still thinking about it. The scene of Azusa Hase ten years later wearing colorful makeup and smashing the guitar wearing fishnet stockings on the stage is very cool to think about.

After thinking about it, he still couldn't fall asleep, so he simply got up and turned on the light, put on his coat and sat down at the writing desk, took a pen and copied a song from later generations according to his memory.

One of the great benefits of raising your intelligence to 2.0 is that you can fully recall all the memories of your past and present lives. This song called Don`t is full of personality, and it is best used as the first promotional song.

After copying the song, he went to sleep satisfied, and it was dawn.

The next day, when Fujii came to the classroom and showed the song to Azusa Hase in the back seat, he was rejected.

"I can only play guitar, but not sing."

"Not at all?"

"Yes, I have been tone deaf since I was a child."

The submissive Hase Azusa lied, and his plan to develop a singer was temporarily suspended indefinitely.
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After school, I joined the baseball team's training. Yesterday, Coach Mizutani introduced himself to the members of the first team and the reserve team. The number assigned to him is only the main pitcher.

For the physical training, Fujii no longer needs to participate. This time, Mr. Hayakawa Naomi recruited the best hitter in the team, a slender and long-haired man Toru Harada, who is a rare creature in the baseball club with an average head.

The catcher is Shuji Kobayashi. What Fujii needs to practice now is to adapt to actual combat conditions. He needs to bypass the hitter's stick and throw the ball into the catcher's strike zone.

The so-called strike zone refers to the area below the shoulders and above the knee of the hitter, and translates an area above the home plate (45 cm wide). It's a strikeout that knocks out a batter.

Fujii didn't intend to play with flowers, and he still threw a straight ball and swung his arms. Toruto Harada, who was holding a wooden bat, didn't even react. The baseball fell into Shuji Kobayashi's glove, and his body shook slightly.

"Good shot, come again."

Mr. Hayakawa Naomi, as a teaching assistant, recorded on the sidelines.

This ball speed?Why come to play student baseball?
Toru Harada is a little puzzled. He can have a straight throw speed of more than 150 kilometers. Wouldn't it be better to go to the major leagues to make money?

On the second ball, Toru Harada swung the bat, but that was after Fujii made the ball. It was another good ball. Once again, according to the rules of the game, he should be struck out.

Nervously watching Fujii's third pitch, Toru Harada's hand holding the baseball bat was dripping with sweat. On the opposite pitcher's mound (a sandy field 18.4 meters away in front of the hitter), Fujii turned around and swung his arm, a white spot appeared His vision zoomed in infinitely, and he swung the bat subconsciously, but he didn't feel the touch of hitting an object.

"Boom!"

The flying baseball deviated from home plate and hit the barbed wire fence behind him, making a loud noise.

"Riot cast, continue."

Naomi Hayakawa picked up the ball herself and threw it to Fujii.

In terms of accuracy, it really takes practice.

Hiding the baseball in the pitcher's glove, Fujii realized something, and estimated that when he reached LV3, this kind of mistake would not be made again.

The baseball was shot again, Toru Harada swung the bat early, the white ball rubbed against the bat, and slipped into Shuji Kobayashi's hands.

"Three strikes! Start over."

Ignoring Toru Harada's reluctance and discouragement, Hayakawa Naomi ordered the training to continue. The key now is to improve Fujii's pitching accuracy. In the first ten days of July, only one winner will be selected in the local competition to participate in Koshien. With an ace like Fujii, there is every hope of qualifying.

It wasn't until it was completely dark that Fujii finished his day's practice, came to the parking shed, and sent Hase Azusa home.

After returning home, Azusa Hase went upstairs to her small room after eating, and couldn't wait to pick up the Martin guitar. The lyrics written by Fujii were still notation, and she memorized them in tens of seconds.

"Go, go, go, commuters use their bicycles like chariots, housewives."

With a deliberately mischievous voice, he sang while playing.

"Battle yourself, move forward dreamer, and working girl with high heels."

Playing and singing is getting better, Azusa Hase can feel that this is a highly completed song, full of youthful personality.

"Ah, Ah, Don't."

Moving on to the next passage, she starts adding some variations.

"The degree of drunkenness is just right, but I can't help drinking it. It's a delicious cocktail."

Knocking on the guitar, Azusa Hase was intoxicated into the world of music, shaking her head non-stop.

It wasn't until the end of the song that she recovered, dropped the guitar in a panic, and buried herself on the bed with her head down, like an ostrich being attacked.

It is indeed a good song, Fujii-san, can you even write songs?
Azusa Hase checked on her mobile phone, and this song has not been sung by anyone, it is completely 'original' by Fujii.

The gap is getting bigger and bigger.

She was a little gloomy, and began to worry about gains and losses in her heart.
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On the other side, Fujii Shu, who had returned home, saw Uncle Tianhai preparing his luggage. After calculating the time, it happened to be his annual camping period.

"Where are you going this time?"

Fujii often goes camping with Uncle Tianhai, and tomorrow happens to be Saturday. He doesn't plan to spend too much time on baseball practice like football. He can throw high-speed balls, as long as he practices correctly.

"Before we transferred schools last year, we went to Mount Fuji, right?"

Uncle Tianhai thought about it and asked Fujii Shu.

"Yes, where are you going this time?"

Fujii still has a little impression of Mt. Fuji. He went there once in spring and during football training in summer. He didn't want to go again.

"Then how about we go to the National Forest Park this time? Experience the real nature, the air is good."

Uncle Tianhai carried the combined tent out of the utility room, and asked him excitedly, seeking Fujii's opinion.

"Okay, are you going to a place with a campsite this time?"

To be on the safe side, Fujii made a special question. He had the experience of not going to a campsite to save money before, and the end was quite unbearable.

"Of course, two days and two stays (night), it's only less than [-] yen, and charcoal fire and electricity are provided for free. It's near Tokyo."

Uncle Tianhai, who had been prepared for a long time, took out a crumpled leaflet and showed it to the worried Fujii.

Hehe, is it another cheap sale you received?
Twirling the corners of his mouth slightly, Fujii tree secretly complained that he accompanied Uncle Tianhai camping because he was afraid that this only surviving relative would have any accidents in the wild, but this time, this artificially developed place does not seem to be dangerous.

(End of this chapter)