Kato Yusuke's answer made Mr. Hirakawa seem to become more enthusiastic, and he came up and put his arms around his shoulders and said.
"Ah~~ You can actually speak Chinese? It's really difficult to speak Chinese. Teacher, I study hard because my wife is a Chinese woman... You are very good."
While he was talking, the other person kept patting him on the shoulder, as if he couldn't express his inner joy without doing so.
Kato Yusuke had a bitter smile on his face, but he also understood where the other party learned his Chinese.
Judging from the gentle look in Mr. Hirakawa's eyes when he mentioned his wife, it must be that the relationship between the couple is very good.
So he nodded slightly to express his approval, and said to the other party: "Although I only understand a little bit of Chinese, I can still understand what Mr. Hirakawa is talking about, such as those two um... modal particles."
Upon hearing his prompt, Teacher Hirakawa immediately reacted, then scratched his head in embarrassment, and then said this.
"Ah hahahahaha, sorry, sorry, sometimes I say it accidentally, and I didn't expect to meet you, teacher... I will pay more attention next time."
Kato Yusuke shook his head and said it didn't matter.
It was only then that Ishikawa finally found the opportunity to interject: "Mr. Hirakawa, it seems that he will not join the baseball club as you thought. Do you know about this?"
"Huh?"
Teacher Hirakawa was stunned for a moment, and then asked the boy: "Is that true? Kato-kun?"
Kato Yusuke nodded in affirmation, "Sorry, teacher, I have never wanted to join the baseball club, and I already have a club."
“Is there a club??”
Teacher Hirakawa asked reluctantly: "What clubs did you join?"
The various sports clubs in the school flashed through his mind one after another, and Hirakawa frowned and thought.
According to his idea, if Yusuke joins clubs run by teachers he knows well, he might be able to get Yusuke to switch to him through negotiation (PY).
After all, this kind of rare two-handed pitcher and hitter who has already shown strong talent is something that no baseball coach will miss.
‘At worst, I’ll treat them to a kaiseki meal.’ Teacher Hirakawa couldn’t help but think with some heartache.
I'm afraid it's not easy to explain to my wife... I'll have to ask Kato-san to help explain it then.
There were so many thoughts in his mind, but his face was full of confidence, and he was waiting for Kato Yusuke's answer.
Even though he felt that the other person's expression was a bit confusing, Yusuke still said truthfully: "Although I am asking for leave during this period, I am still a member of the art club."
"Art Department???"
"Yeah, art department."
There were many question marks on Mr. Hirakawa's head, and the elegant figure of the opponent in yesterday's game appeared in his mind.
No matter how he imagined it, he could not connect the young man in front of him with the art department.
Although it seems quite suitable based on appearance alone...but this is definitely not a reason for him to give up.
After thinking for a moment, he asked the young man.
Hearing this, Teacher Hirakawa nodded thoughtfully, "I understand, let's leave it like that for now. We'll talk about the club later."
After saying hello to Yusuke, he called Ishikawa and left together. I don't know if he was worried that the two sides would argue again, but the four members of the baseball club were left here.
"Kato-san."
"Kato-kun."
Himekawa Yoshiko and Megumi walked up together, and asked Yusuke concernedly if everything was okay.
Facing the latter's clear, watery eyes, the young man let out a tired breath and replied, "It's nothing."
Seeing this, one of the boys in the group of four suddenly had an idea in his head, and then walked up and bowed to Kato Yusuke.
"Thank you for your hard work. If you don't mind, please use this."
As he spoke, he took out something from his uniform jacket and handed it over with both hands.
Another boy jumped out to stop him, "Idiot, this is in front of the school gate, you idiot."
While talking, he used his hands to help cover the items in the former's hands.
"No, I just saw that Brother Kato looked very tired, so I thought of taking it out." The former defended himself.
The latter retorted unceremoniously: "Even so, at least go to the toilet or a deserted place behind the sports warehouse!"
Then he turned to Yusuke and whispered: "Sorry, brother, this guy is really stupid."
"Hey, what what?"
Jia Zi said curiously: "What are you talking about? Could it be a special collection of books for boys?"
Apart from being startled at the beginning, Kako has regained her usual vitality now.
Even Hui's eyes were a little curious.
Seeing this scene, the boy who blocked him couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, then looked at Yusuke Kato and said: "...Brother, can you tell me this?"
So the two women turned their attention to him again.
Kato Yusuke frowned slightly, and then said to the boy: "Don't call me that way. If you have anything else, just say it."
"yes, Sir!"
The boy looked around, then kept his voice low among several people and said: "This... is actually the cigarette that guy stole from home..."
Hearing this...
"What, it turns out to be this kind of thing..." Himekawa Yoshiko said with some disappointment: "Well, although it does seem like something a delinquent would do, I still feel an indescribable feeling... right Xiao Hui
?”
"...That's not possible."
"Xiao... Megumi?" Kako couldn't help but murmured, with a slightly confused expression on her face.
This situation occurred simply because the expression shown by the girl who was his friend was something she had never seen before.
"That won't work, Kato-kun." The girl said.
"……Um?"
Kato Yusuke's eyes were slightly stunned, and he asked a little belatedly: "What's not working?"
So the girl said again: "Smoking is absolutely not allowed, right?"
"…………"
What caught Kato Yusuke's eyes was an expression that theoretically should not exist on the other person's face.
The slender eyebrows are slightly frowned, the corners of the mouth are curved downward, and the fair and flawless face is dotted with a touch of rosy.
The eyes that usually seemed a little dull were looking at him seriously, with an inexplicable courage.
It's like anger and exhortation, and there's also a hint of concern in it.
Every eyebrow and every painting is beautiful.
It's as vivid as a character walking out of a painting, and it's touching.
There were waves in the young man's eyes.
After a long time, he nodded silently and said "Hello".