Tokyo Girlfriend Guide.

Seeing that those guys in the back were going to walk on Hidenori Ishida like a carpet, Hojo Kyosuke chuckled and led everyone down in a different direction.

The small group of reporters who hadn't been able to take pictures just now ran to him, and one or two of them had already blushed before they started drinking.But yes, digging out the big news may be more intoxicating to them than drinking the [-]th generation Junmai Daiginjo.

"Hojo-sensei's friends are really straightforward."

The reporter of "Weekly Asahi" approached and said with a smile, he naturally wanted to ask these men who were not easy to mess with Hojo Kyosuke, who said "boss" to him, what was their origin, and what was their relationship with Hojo Kyosuke, But he won't ask directly.

"Yeah, wow, I was so shocked, I thought they were professional bodyguards from somewhere." Hirota Yoshitoki from "Weekly Bunshun" also came up. As an old acquaintance, he naturally knew that those people were absolutely nothing. Bodyguard, but that doesn't stop him from saying that.

The other reporters nearby also came together and showed 180 words.

Hearing this, Hojo Ichiro was a little worried that his son would not be able to bear the bragging and reveal the true identities of his subordinates.That kind of thing can be said by others, but Kyosuke himself can never say it.It's okay for children to play bosozoku, but if they are identified as a real violent group, it will be a big deal.

The old father took a step forward and was about to interrupt when he heard Hojo Kyosuke had already spoken.

He first laughed a few times, then dragged Hata Goro with his hand, and wrapped his arms around his neck intimately.

"My partner, I have always yearned to become a policeman and serve famous people."

police?

Opening his mouth is my uncle, can't wait to turn one word into a policeman with ten words?

Several reporters were shocked by Hojo Kyosuke's shamelessness for a moment, and even Hojo Ichiro looked at his son in disbelief.

How could it be my son who said such a stupid thing?

"That's right, Goro Hata's goal is to join the Osaka Prefectural Police. He likes the tough style of the police there."

Someone smiled and continued to say, this is not a lie, Goro Hata not only likes the way the Osaka prefectural police handle cases, but also likes the more intense physical confrontation in the neon police kendo competition.Obviously, as long as you can win, it doesn't matter whether it's with a sword or a fist!
"Hey, I will continue to work hard."

Hata Goro smirked and patted Chestnut's head.

Oh, the Osaka Prefectural Police, that's right.

Hirota Yoshitoki nodded, it was a group that had to wear uniforms when they acted, otherwise they would not be able to distinguish them from members of the gang.

Hojo Ichiro nodded in relief, very good, this is my son.

"This guy is also very good, and he has been working hard to become a teacher." Hojo Kyosuke pulled Onitsuka Hideyoshi to introduce him.

"Oh hiss~ Please teach me more, welcome to entrust your daughter to me to educate in the future."

Onizuka Hideyoshi opened his mouth to say hello with an unknown meaning.

Being able to speak like that is also to get close to young people, so that students can communicate with teachers harmoniously.This time without Hojo Kyosuke's explanation, Hirota Yoshitoki had automatically thought of a reason for him.

Then I didn't get entangled in this topic, for fear that if the Hojo teacher couldn't make up a story later, he just left a sentence, "You go back with my subordinates later, and he will explain it to you in detail."

The group laughed and left, as if they had completely forgotten that there was Ishida Hidenori lying on the ground.

But is that possible?Of course not.

The staff of the Motoya Grand Prize was about to go forward to greet Hidenori Ishida when several reporters rushed over like sharks smelling blood.Unfortunately, Hidenori Ishida's jaw was dislocated and he couldn't speak a single word.

"Sorry, sorry, please let me go."

Two smiling men pushed their way into the crowd.

"Oh, Ishida-san, why did you get drunk before you got home?"

"Really, madam is very worried about you."

"You have to go home quickly."

"Yep."

After singing, the two set up Hidenori Ishida, shouted again to squeeze out of the crowd, and the whole process was so smooth that even the reporters didn't realize what happened.After chasing to the door, I only saw a black car speeding away.

Of course, this is not to take Ishida Hidenori to Tokyo Bay, let alone send him to Myanmar by sea, but to send him home.

Who doesn't know that those who are full of tongues are good people, and they like to send other people's children and wives home.

One person drove, and the two sandwiched Ishida Hidenoria in the back row.

Seeing that Ishida kept saying things he didn't understand, with a frightened and uneasy expression on his face, the cleaning boy from the carbon dioxide animation studio kindly comforted him:

"Ishida-san, don't worry, the pain will be gone soon."

Consultant Misaki has already explained that Ishida Hidenori's chin can be restored with a simple click later.Not doing this now is mainly because I am worried about being too noisy, and I will help him recover when he gets home.

Boss Hojo is really kind. For this kind of person, not only send him home, but also help him fix his jaw.

"Hmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!?!"

When Ishida Hidenori heard it, both eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, and immediately began to twist wildly.

"Don't move, or I don't know what will happen."

The driver heard the movement behind and said something in a cold voice without any emotion.Ishida Hidenori could clearly see from the rearview mirror that the driver's eyes with sunglasses were full of murderous intent.

Angry, scared, x...

"Sanada, you bastard, you told me not to drive when you just got your driver's license!" The cleaning worker scolded with a smile.

……

On the other side, Hojo Kyosuke and the others had already walked to the izakaya that Kasumigaoka Shiwa had reserved.

A Showa-style building with a square body and small white rectangular tiles with a strong sense of age on the walls. At the entrance to the ground floor, a white fluorescent signboard reads "Akasaka Yakidori · Phoenix".

Hojo Kyosuke looked at his mother and sister, and then at the group of girls behind.When he turned his head, Shi Yu-senpai wanted to speak, but the latter spoke ahead of time.

"It's booked out."

Kasumigaoka Shiwa smiled and dispelled her lover's doubts. Some of the neon izakayas prohibit the entry of minors, and some prohibit the entry of preschool children.This is a regulation based on the characteristics of the store, which is convenient for you and me.

"Soga, I'm sorry to trouble you." Hojo Kyosuke nodded with a smile. If there were other guests, he would have to leave his subordinates here and take his mother and a group of female relatives home to celebrate.

"The signboard looks delicious." Aisaka just laughed, and started walking down with his arms around Hojo Kyosuke's shoulders.

The staircase leading to the basement is in line with the overall style of the building, a black old-fashioned spiral metal staircase.Standing at the stairs, looking at the black paint on the handrail, Kitajo Kyosuke began to guess whether it was the color formed by the long-term infestation of white by blood.

After all, it is somewhat embarrassing for a drunk person to climb such a flight of stairs steadily.

Before he could think too much, the people behind had already started to make him leave quickly.

These guys, can't wait to paint this staircase with new paint.

As soon as you go to the basement floor, the unique "noren curtain" of izakaya catches your eye.I don't know if this is an izakaya that is open all day, or because of the power of money, the boss brings his staff to greet big customers at the door at this point.

Hojo Kyosuke glanced at it, and on the white curtain was written Burnt Bird and Phoenix, which concisely and concisely showed the attributes of this izakaya.

"welcome--"

The imposing shout made someone have an illusion for a moment, whether he took his subordinates to the headquarters of the Yakuza to express their condolences.But fortunately, he quickly realized that those old men would not be so energetic.

He smiled and nodded in response, and then walked forward under the guidance of the waiter wearing the overalls with the name of the shop on it.

When he came to the door of the private room, he turned his head and looked at Senior Shiyu, his eyes were full of pain.

Why this tatami-style private room?
It is said to be a private room that can accommodate 40 people, but in fact, a large strip-shaped room is divided into small private rooms with paper doors. If necessary, all the wooden doors can be opened to form a large room.

Each table can seat about six people, a series of people seem to be eating a long street banquet, but it feels like a neon class reunion.

Forget it, everyone sprays deodorant anyway.

Hojo Kyosuke originally wanted to greet his friends to take their seats, but unexpectedly, everyone found their seats and sat down in less than two seconds.

The ladies all sat on the far left, and the men, especially Gang Aisaka, who planned to have a big drink from the beginning, pulled the reporter to sit on the far right.

Hojo Kyosuke's mother, Hojo Mikiko, sat in the first place on the far left. Her next head was undoubtedly Sakura, and Kashiko was squeezed between them.On the opposite side is Mitsuha Miyamizu. Before Hojo Kyosuke made up his mind where to sit, he had already heard Mitsuha and his mother sharing their experiences on grilling deer steaks.

Oh yes, Nara...

Mitsuha, who can happily hold up ribs and take pictures with her mother after eating venison in Hokkaido, has gone to Nara, where deer is everywhere, so how can she stop studying.

I don't know if Clover has realized what is the connection with food?Feed the deer with senbei during the day, touch its pointed ears, eat a venison burger made by unknown relatives of the deer at noon, eat deer short ribs at night, and have a small barbecue in the middle of the night.

Believe in this case, Yotsuba must be able to understand the true meaning of grandma.

By the way, how can you forget Yotsuba at this time?And Yuzuru.In this case, Kato can't miss it, and Yukinoshita can also invite him.

When Hojo Kyosuke came back to his senses and planned to choose who to pick him up, he saw those guys from Onitsuka holding a large glass of golden beer and looking at him.

What's even more frightening is that at some point, he also raised a large glass of beer, and the positions on the left and right were also occupied by Big Brother Maki and Misaki.

What the hell, you guys, one counts as one, and none of you can drink!

Hojo Kyosuke glanced at the reporter over there, and quickly put down his wine glass.

"Buckwheat tea! Buckwheat tea death!"

Onizuka, who was sitting across from him, saw his elder brother's movement, and immediately picked up the huge glass again and stuffed it.

Dog things, the brown one is oolong tea, the yellow one is tartary buckwheat tea, right? Isn’t the transparent one white water?
Didn't you see that the eyes of the reporters over there were so bright that they almost turned into light bulbs?After drinking this, my old father will have to hold a press conference tomorrow to apologize.

Hojo Ichiro, who was holding his mobile phone and typing non-stop, felt a chill in the back of his head, and quickly raised his head, and then saw his son's concerned eyes.

He was sitting in the middle of the two editors, and he was treated very well. These two can be regarded as the outsiders who most need to have a good relationship with Hojo Kyosuke here, so as to prevent him from being pried away.

He nodded to his son, indicating that everything was fine, and then lowered his head to send a message to his former partner in Tokyo, asking him to put down everything and drink, and humbly introduce his incompetent son to them.

Thinking of this, the smile on his face could no longer be restrained, and he couldn't help raising his head to show a bright smile again to his eldest son.

Look, look, have you seen the innocent smile of Comrade Ichiro Hojo?Don't you guys know that he is responsible for all my drinking?Do you have the heart to let him watch his son accept the award happily today, and apologize to the public with a mournful face tomorrow for not fulfilling his father's responsibility!

At this moment, even the opening dishes were not served on the table, but a drink was already placed in front of everyone.

Hiss, even if the degree is not high, this is not the way to drink it.

Hojo Kyosuke grinned. Although he didn't come to the izakaya many times, he still knew that these people really didn't need appetizers, they could just sit down and finish two glasses of beer.

He looked towards the end of the table, over there, his mother and Sakura were all looking at him, and under their influence, Kaseko, who didn't know why, also looked at him fixedly.

Oh, this is a banquet to celebrate his award, it's time for him to speak.

If I don't say it myself, I don't know which idiot will do it:
"Today is a very important day. I believe everyone knows how important it is. If it was not important, we would not be here. Since it is such an important day, I have a few words to share with you. Just a moment..."

Such annoying nonsense, although this person will most likely let Aisaka Gang, who is his senior, come to take over.

He held up the oolong tea and stood up. Everyone's eyes were on him. The reporters even took out their small notebooks and started to record with their pencils.

"My lords, drink to win!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he drank the oolong tea in the cup in one gulp, and then sat down directly.

The short but powerful words stunned everyone who was expecting what Hojo Kyosuke would say, and then raised their glasses and shouted:

"cheers--"

Hatagoro shouted especially loudly, as if he wanted to tell Onizuka Eiji and the others that he is now the most capable subordinate of the elder brother.

After receiving a new cup of oolong tea from the waiter and feeling the slight coolness in the palm of his hand, Hojo Kyosuke realized something.

Those who can represent themselves and drive have all drunk.

If this group of drunken idiots heard the sound of the gas pedal again, their heads would not be as simple as a log, but as a teapot, and the next second they would try to see if they could climb up the Tokyo Tower on a motorcycle.

But then he realized that he was no longer the one who could only ride a motorcycle wherever he went.Now he is "President (しゃちょう)"!

Although I walked here just now, there are still many cars parked in the Meiji Memorial Hall.

But who should I ask to help me pick up people?
He looked around again, focusing on Mitsuba and Nitro.

He walked over and sat down next to Nitro, and said in a low voice:
"I want to bring Yuzuru over to celebrate together?"

"Huh? Yuzuru just watched it on TV, and asked me to help her say congratulations to Kyosuke-kun."

Nitro was taken aback after hearing this, and then said hastily.Before Yuzuru came to Tokyo, he asked Kyosuke-kun to go back to Minato City to pick him up several times, which was too much trouble for him.Yuzuru just needs to watch TV, at worst, I will bring her some more gifts when I go back next week.

Who is Hojo Kyosuke, he knew what Nitro was thinking in an instant, pondered for half a second, and said in a low voice:

"I'll ask Yotsuba to come over too, it's more fun for children to play together."

"Oh~~ so~~"

Nitro blinked his eyes, and then the expression of rejection on his fleshy face immediately softened, and his voice became a little floaty and silly:

"Then let Yuzuru come to Tokyo by train and pick her up at the station?"

"That's fine, then you and Sanye will go with our company's car. Now I can't leave here." Hojo Kyousuke nodded.

"No problem~~"

Nitro's voice was still soft, it was clear that he hadn't been drinking, but he seemed to be drunk.

Kyousuke-kun's heart is really soft~~
Seeing Hojo Kyosuke squatting next to Sakura and talking in a low voice, a naive smile appeared on his round face.

Mitsuba’s younger sister is coming, so my younger sister is also coming~~~
Ah~~ Kyosuke-kun really, I, I clearly don't care about these things~~
Nishinomiya Glass thought that she knew Hojo Kyosuke well enough, but she didn't expect that this tenderness would extend until after she was a hundred years old. She was sleeping on a hospital bed, listening to Kyosuke-kun saying to the doctor, "My lover has a bad appetite today. good".

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