Tokyo Barrister: Start the law firm bankruptcy

Chapter 138
"Click!" The crisp knocking sound echoed on the green field.

A girl in sportswear and a sun hat, who looks only eighteen or 19 years old, is standing on the grass of the court. She steps forward slightly with her left foot, with the back of her hand facing her body, holding a one-meter-long mallet.The mallet swung slightly between her legs, aiming at a billiard ball sized in front of her.

Then, she swung the mallet and hit it lightly, and the ball immediately rolled towards a palm-sized goal in the grass.The strength of the mallet seemed to be just right, and the ball rolled directly past the palm-sized goal as if pulled by a thread.

There are three such goals on the entire field, and a small flag that is only the size of a palm is also planted on the grass.

On the seat next to the stadium, there were three people sitting, namely Kitahara, Miyagawa, and the owner of the stadium, Masahiko Takai.

Gao Jing looked about forty years old, with dark skin, an inch-shaved head, and a pair of sunglasses.The whole person was dressed in sportswear, and the T-shirt vaguely outlined his somewhat sturdy chest.He stared at the girl's batting action with great concentration, and then took a pen to write and take notes in the notebook in his hand.

Sitting beside Gao Jing, Bei Yuan felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird.From the time he called Gao Jing, the owner of the court, to Gao Jing who invited him in, sat next to the court, and watched the training.He and Miyagawa have been watching silently for almost an hour.Gao Jing beside him didn't take the initiative to bring up the case either.

The three of them sat silently like this, watching the ten girls on the court waving mallets and practicing hitting the ball past the palm-sized goal.

However, Bei Yuan was quite curious about the sport in front of him.The game looks a bit like golf, but it's definitely not.

That mallet is huge and obviously different from a golf club.

Secondly, golf is about hitting the ball into the hole, but the grass sport in front of you seems to be hitting the ball through the goal one by one, and finally hitting the small flagpole.

The girls training on the field were also divided into two teams, fighting against each other.Each team has four balls on the field.They seemed to take turns hitting the ball, trying to get their own team's ball into the goal and knocking the opponent's ball away.

Although this sport looks very simple, it seems to contain a kind of strategy and wisdom competition in the ordinary hitting, which needs to be weighed between scoring and destroying the opponent's goal, which is quite a bit like Go. The sense of Tao is a trade-off between taking land and occupying land.

After Gao Jing finished recording the notebook in his hand, he stared at Bei Yuan beside him from the corner of his eye, and looked up and down the young male lawyer beside him. Suddenly, the corner of Gao Jing's mouth curled up in a strange arc, he stretched out his hand, and patted hard. Touch Beiyuan's back.

"啪" sounded.

Unexpectedly, he was slapped on the back, and Bei Yuan suddenly coughed, "Mr. Gao Jing...you...why..."

"You are very healthy." Gao Jing said with a bright smile, "Although you are wearing a suit, I can tell that you have practiced. And you have not practiced in general. I am afraid that it is comparable to those professionals in the gym. .”

Bei Yuan smiled awkwardly, "It's just average. When I was in college, I was a high jumper in the National University Games."

"No wonder." Gao Jing said with a smile, "I like young people who love sports the most. Nowadays, young people don't like sports. They just lie on the bed and face their mobile phones or computers all day long, looking sick. .Seeing that you are a young man who loves sports, I am relieved. I think we should have a lot of common topics, hahahahaha."

Gao Jing's hearty laughter came.

Like a vigorous uncle.

Bei Yuan's brows twitched slightly, the client in front of him was really a bit too full of energy.It looks like the kind of early riser who gets up at 5 o'clock, gets up for a morning run, and shouts "slogans" while running.

"So, what is the name of the sport in front of you?" Bei Yuan couldn't help asking.

"Crown." Takai said, "This is a very unpopular sport. It originated in the English Isle in the Middle Ages and was introduced to Dongyang about a few decades ago. By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Dongyang Youth The coach of the gateball team is also the president of the Toyo Gateball Association."

Gao Jing handed over a worn-out business card, and said with a silly smile: "Don't listen to my team called the Dongyang Youth Gate Team. In fact, we are not a national team, but a private team. This sport is very unpopular. There is no corresponding national project in Toyo. The title of president of the Croquet Association sounds bluffing, but in fact this association is just a non-governmental association.”

"However, these children in front of me..." Gao Jing looked up at the girls who were hitting the ball on the green field, "They are very remarkable. They just won the national gateball championship in Toyo. Now, they have won the championship in the world Qualification for the Croquet Championship."

"Did you know! Lawyer Beiyuan, it's a world competition! A world competition! Such a group of seventeen-year-old girls will stand on the world stage and compete with top players from all over the world. How youthful they are and blood!"

As he was talking, Gao Jing's eyes seemed to shine brightly, as if he was already in the gateball field of the world at this moment, as if at this moment, there seemed to be countless spectators watching their game in the seats, and in the Cameras broadcast on TV next to the venue were aimed at him like long guns and short cannons.

This area of ​​about 400 square meters, less than a third of the size of a football field, seems to be the center of the world at this moment.

"Hmm..." Beiyuan coughed twice, wanting to interrupt the client's immersion in fantasy, "Mr. Gao Jing, why don't I talk about the case first..."

Beiyuan wanted to talk about the case first. After all, the trial of the dispute over the right of way in the neighboring land will be held next Wednesday, and it is already Saturday.Not much time left to chat about life and dreams.

Gao Jing seemed to have more to say, and interrupted Bei Yuan's words directly, but Gao Jing stepped hard on the green field under his feet, then bent down to touch the grass on the ground, and said to Bei Yuan: "Lawyer Bei Yuan, come and touch it, The grass on this field. And lawyer Miyagawa next to you, come and touch it too."

Amount ~.

What's so good about this grassland, the corners of Bei Yuan's mouth twitched slightly, but he still couldn't stand the uncle's enthusiasm, so he had to reach out and touch it.

The moment the fingertips touch the grass, a strange feeling spreads from the fingers. The grass of this court seems to have a very peculiar special texture, which is both soft and tough, and the two contradictory textures are perfectly combined. natural.

Beiyuan also played football in college and is very sensitive to the texture of the grass.His experience told him that this piece of grass was absolutely extraordinary.

Seeing the somewhat surprised expression on Kitahara's face, Gao Jing smiled, "Lawyer Kitahara must have never thought of that. These grass fields come from the football field of the Tokyo Olympic Stadium. When they refurbished the grass field last year and shoveled the old lawn, I I entrusted people to transport a lot of old turf from the inside and spread it on this site. The turf of the Olympic venues is high-grade, a mixture of artificial grass and natural grass. Don't look at it like this, it costs a lot of money just to maintain it. "

"It turned out to be the grass of the Olympic venues, no wonder the texture is so special." Hearing Gao Jing's words, Beiyuan couldn't help being secretly surprised.Just now, Bei Yuan, who was a little disgusted and didn't want to touch the grass, seized the opportunity and touched it a few more times.

Gao Jing raised his head and looked ahead, as if seeing something he didn't want to see, his eyes suddenly dimmed.

On the opposite side of the field, a large hole had been cut out in the iron net with pliers.It was also covered with various A4 papers, scolding the stadium owner for not opening the stadium.As for the place near the big hole in the iron net, the grasslands had been trampled to the point where they had long withered and withered, exposing ugly loess clods.On the entire green field, it looks like a big scar is branded on it.

"It's a pity. Recently, the owner of the apartment opposite us sued us and asked us to open the stadium to them. Lawyer Beiyuan, what should we do?" The uncle Gao Jing, who was still full of vigor just now, suddenly darkened his face, clasped his hands, and frowned. Lock.

(End of this chapter)