I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 11 The Diamond Midfield
After the first round of the local competition, the members of the school team were sought after to a certain extent. Fujii, who had two goals and one assist, when he went to school on Monday, opened the sign with his name and class in front of the student's shoe changing cabinet door. In the long iron cabinet, several colorful love letters fell under his feet.

Ah Xiba.

Qiyuan, who often watches Korean romantic dramas, his eyes turned red. He only has smelly indoor shoes in his shoe cabinet, and he can't find such rare props as love letters.

Bending down to pick up the fallen love letters, Fujii Shu opened them one by one during class, most of them were romantic confessions, beautiful handwriting, and fragrant letter paper. If a boy is as innocent as Qiyuan, he will definitely fall into the dilemma of choice .

Fujii put them into his shoulder schoolbag, and didn't plan to go to the meeting at the agreed place in the love letter. Such a silent refusal should hurt the girl less, and he took the initiative to attack like Mao Asami in the class Yes, always a minority.

"In Jin Taiyuan, Wuling people fished for a living..."

In the last Mandarin class in the morning, many famous Sinology texts were included in the textbooks of Daoguo High School. The monitor, Chika Akiyama, stood up and recited Tao Yuanming's masterpiece in Chinese loudly.

I always feel that the pronunciation of the islanders has always been very problematic, and both English and Chinese sound awkward.

Even after three years of soul wear, Fujii is still very unaccustomed to this kind of blunt Chinese. Teacher Miyagi noticed him on the podium, thought he was trying to express himself, and called him to read it too.

"Liu Ziyi from Nanyang is a noble scholar. Hearing this, he is pleased to go."

Fujii read to the end, pronouncing the words correctly, he stood by the window, bathed in the sun, and ended the last paragraph under the surprised eyes of his classmates and Mr. Miyagi.

"Unable to find a disease, and finally no one cares about it."

"Please sit down. Mr. Fujii's Chinese is very good, and his pronunciation is quite standard among Chinese people. If he usually uses Chinese, the teacher would think he is from Hua country."

Miyagi-sensei was not stingy with her compliments. She herself graduated from the Department of Literature of Imperial University. Students of the Department of Literature in the island country know a certain degree of Sinology, and they are not cultural waste who only use katakana.

Class leader Akiyama Chika turned her head from the middle seat and looked at Fujii seriously. It turns out that he not only has an appearance, but also has a lot of inner things.

She wears a single ponytail that is easy to manage. She is slender and long. Her swan-like white neck is covered with a layer of fine fluff. Qiu undulates slightly, with one hand that can be easily grasped. Under the slender waist, a pair of straight and long legs, which are rare for islanders, are almost one meter long, and her height is just stuck at the height of 1.6 meters, no more, no less, The proportions are perfect.

I was a native of China in my previous life, teacher.

Fujii thought in his heart, but he couldn't tell the truth, and there was a faint smile on his face, as if it was very useful.

Fujii-san, you are dazzling no matter what you do.

Hase Azusa in the back seat secretly looked at Fujii who was sitting back in his seat with unconfident eyes, spinning a gel pen in his hand.

And in the corner, Mao Asami, who had failed to express his confession before, clenched his fists when he saw Azusa Hase staring at Ju Fujii.

During the lunch break, Fujii tree climbed onto the roof of the school, and in the shade at the back of the entrance, gnawed on the school’s bread. He wouldn’t touch fried noodles bread, which is an island specialty product. He bought ordinary meat floss bread, and another A bottle of [-] yen orange soda.

Not long after sitting down, there was the sound of pushing the door on the roof, followed by a series of footsteps, mixed with insulting words, listening to the sound, the leader was Mao Asami, who was soft and weak that day, and her clipping voice became cold and impermanent at the moment.

"Stay away from Fujii-kun, giant girl!"

"You have to be clear about your own position, obediently stink in the garbage dump, you are not even allowed to look at a boy like Fujii."

"Know it? Stupid."

A few slaps, a burst of sobbing, the perpetrators left in a hurry, leaving a deep choked sound, Fujii tree was no longer in the mood to taste the bread, he turned to the entrance of the roof, as expected, the one who was hurt was Hase Azusa in the back seat Classmate, the bento she brought spilled all over the floor, she slumped on the floor in embarrassment, covering her flushed cheeks with her hands.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you."

Hase Azusa didn't pay attention to who the visitor was, she only knew to apologize, and to escape in a useless and shameful way.

"Want to eat? I can't eat anymore."

The meat floss bread that had just been opened was still steaming, and Fujii handed it over.

"Thank you...you, Fujii-san."

Hase Azusa accepted his kindness, and looked up again, seeing a face that made her heart beat faster.

"Why don't you resist? They are so excessive."

Fujii Shu squatted down. He remembered that in his previous life in middle school, he had seen a similar situation. There were always one or two people who were often bullied in the class, and he always stood by like everyone else.

"The more you resist, the worse it will be next time. If you don't do anything, you will forget about me in a few days."

Hase Azusa answered truthfully, Fujii didn't know what to say, the parties didn't resist, and he, an outsider, had no reason to intervene.

"If they still use me as an excuse to bully you, tell me directly."

He had no choice but to stand up and remind Hase Azusa.

"It's about the reputation of both of us, understand?"

"I see, Fujii-san."

Hase Azusa replied weakly, she seemed a little afraid of such a Fujii tree.

After school at 03:30 in the afternoon, the football training of the school team started as usual, and they changed into light short-sleeved uniforms. There were more students watching their training on the field, both male and female, which was much more balanced than before.

"We changed to a 442 diamond midfielder, which is a tactic carried forward by coach Ferguson of Manchester United in the Premier League."

Coach Fukai introduced his updated style of play to the players who had warmed up. He placed Fujii in the front midfielder position, Qi Yuan continued to play center forward, Konishi Yoshinaga still stayed at the right winger position, and captain Nakamura pulled to the midfield The back position is used as the core midfielder in the midfield.

"Fujii has the command of the frontcourt. When you have a good opportunity or are in trouble, pass the ball to him and let him organize the attack. Qi Yuan is at the top to attract the enemy's central defender. Konishi Yoshiyuki pulls the side to support .”

Coach Shen Jing used a chessboard as a simple example of his new formation. Fortunately, it changed from the regular 442 to the diamond-shaped midfielder 442. The difference is that the requirements for the midfielder and midfielder are higher. Coach Yasuda has consulted a lot, so he has some experience.

"Fujii, once you get the ball, you can judge whether to pass the ball or attack by yourself. The core of our offense is you. Do you have confidence?"

Picking up the NO.13 piece on the chessboard, Coach Shen Jing put it in a key position, and turned to ask Fujii Shu.

"Yes, leave it to me."

Naturally, Fujii would not refuse, and no one would give up the opportunity to become the core. This is an honor, but it will also bring pressure.

(End of this chapter)