Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

"Your problem is very serious and I need to think about it again and think of other ways."

Yukinoshita Yukino turned sideways and gave calm orders to her face, which was rapidly heating up. The touch of the other person's chest muscles seemed to still be on her hands.

Solid and elastic, it is worthy of its previous sports performance. Without such strong chest muscles, it would never be possible to perform such powerful chops. The size of the hand holding his waist is also amazing. The help this grip provides in the kendo is definitely not small...

The girl's thoughts were wandering randomly, and a picture of human bone structure seemed to appear in her head. Then the empty area in the middle of the bones was quickly filled, using what she just sensed, it gradually turned into a picture of human muscle anatomy with incomplete parts. picture.

Although the lack of muscles in her thighs and waist and abdomen made her a little uncomfortable as a perfectionist, fortunately, her face that had gotten hot for no reason finally calmed down.

"What's wrong? There's still time. I feel like I've made a lot of progress just now."

Hojo Kyosuke asked, for a spoiled person like him, since the precious lunch break has been ruined, it is better to enjoy the current situation.

Perfectionism is actually one of the core symptoms of obsessive-compulsive personality disorder, including the desire to win and the so-called absolute justice, relying only on one's own strength, etc., all of which can be explained by obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Coincidentally, someone also has mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, but just like his bottom line, it can be messed up as long as it doesn't involve the people he values. But now that he had decided to show off, he stopped suddenly, which made him want to hit someone, or skip the afternoon class to catch up on his sleep.

"I thought Yukinoshita-san would say that the only way to find a solution is to keep working hard. It's not in line with your character to give up like this."

Well, what Sakura said, "The attraction to Yukinoshita Yukino with the provocative method is just like that of Kitamiri to cats." After two days of getting along, Hojo Kyousuke has already fully understood it. Perhaps 30 to 40% of cats can resist catnip, but no cat will refuse it.

The same is true for Yukinoshita Yukino, but this is what makes her scary and awesome. Although he knew it was a provocative method, he just revealed it with disdain, then proudly accepted the challenge and crushed it with dignity.

Therefore, facing his own words, Yukinoshita would definitely...

"Are your ears for decoration? Or did you damage your head when you fell down just now, so you can't even understand such simple words."

New Era Machine Gun complained about Teishoshita Yukino launching a "meaningless repetitive rhetoric" attack, which can be summed up in one sentence, are you deaf?

"I have not given up, just because the current situation is far worse than I imagined, so it takes time to find more effective methods. I admit that I did not correctly realize that your talent in dance is so..."

The blush on her face had disappeared, and the girl turned back to a cold white color. She turned around, and there seemed to be an icy blue breath trailing from the corners of her eyes. After saying this, she paused slightly and then sadly uttered four words: "It's hard to describe."

"I am also at fault for making you realize this. Even I, who is so good, cannot teach you well. You must have even more despair in your heart..."

"No, it's not like this at all..." Hojo Kyosuke shook his head quickly, what's wrong with this man, why is it that he seems like he can't live if he can't dance. But his words were quickly interrupted.

"But I'm not giving up. If I continue to work hard as you said, it will be really in vain. No matter how many times I teach you, it will just be scooping up the water in Tokyo Bay with a spoon."

"But isn't Tokyo Bay connected to the Pacific Ocean? It's impossible to scoop it dry." Sakurara, who came over at some point, interrupted.

"Yes, what a despairing fact."

Yukinoshita sighed, her pretty face seemed to be shining with the light of compassion:

"Incorrect efforts will only go further and further in the wrong direction. The most efficient solution is to teach other students first and then deal with you."

Yes, yes, I am the stubborn and chronically ill person in the team. Even an excellent Minister like Yukinoshita needs to activate 200% of his ability to deal with it.

"Since I have nothing to do, I'll take a shower first."

Smiling and agreeing, Hojo Kyousuke decisively chose to avoid him. Just like in Dongcheng Middle School, he also has a separate lounge here.

"I'll rub your back!"

Yamauchi Sakura raised her little hands and cheered happily. This made Glass next to her eyes flash slightly. She was thinking about whether she could use the rest room to wash off the sweat after Kyosuke-kun finished washing.

"Please pay more attention to the next situation!"

Yukinoshita pulled Sakura's coat painfully and kept her where she was. This guy really had no scruples, and what was even more frightening was that the other person also accommodated her unconditionally. The combined power of the two of them was simply terrifying.

Hearing this, Jiazi also came to his senses, his face turned red.

"Then let's go for Ni-chan!" Yamauchi Sakura sent the top general.

…

Regardless of the farce here, Hojo Kyosuke walked into the exclusive lounge, quickly took a shower and changed into his school uniform. When high school students rent a house in Neon, they don’t have to have other things, but a washing machine is definitely a must. Because few people buy five sets of school uniforms and change one set a day, and as long as the uniforms are slightly dirty, they may be teased and disliked by classmates if they are found the next day.

After changing into his school uniform, he took out a can of Coke from the small refrigerator, walked out, and sat down cross-legged against the wall. In front of them were Sakura and Glass who were carefully teaching girls how to dance. The movements of girls and boys were slightly different. Yukinoshita belongs to the city, but now she is also in charge of girls.

Isn't this very well done?

The current Glass is not shy at all. I don't know whether it is because he wants to hone his teaching skills and teach Hojo Kyousuke, or because he likes this kind of helping people.

Smiling as he watched Glass patiently correct the girl's movements bit by bit, he waved to summon Kisaki over. Eating watermelon while watching military training is something people do when they are facing people they don’t know. Nowadays, if a person just hides and drinks iced Coke and is lazy, he will be despised by his classmates.

"Go buy some drinks."

He ordered, and Kisaki nodded and went with Hata Goro and others. This is not a treat to cause trouble, but a gift of condolence, which everyone will happily accept. Just thank them for taking good care of hygiene. Yes, everyone takes off their shoes to practice here.

After a while, even Yukinoshita's feet became pitch black, so Glass had already planned to take a bath.

The lunch break ended quickly, and Kisaki and others came back.

"This is a gift prepared by Hojo-san for everyone. Come and pick one you like."

Knowing that his eldest brother was not short of money at all, he took a lot of each type, without any thought of "it would be nice to drink some". It's rare for the eldest brother to want to do something like this to increase his popularity. Of course, he should do it as well as possible and leave the rest to the kendo club for everyone to drink slowly.

After the exercise, the students who were discussing buying drinks looked at the drinks piled at the door in surprise, and then looked at Hojo Kyosuke. The latter raised the Coke in his hand and shouted, "Thank you for your hard work in training."

"Haha, thank you Hojo-san~"

"Hojo-san, please work harder in the next practice~"

…

Probably because of someone's miserable situation during practice, everyone saw his ordinary side, so they all started joking after thanking him.

After chatting and joking for a while, everyone did some cleaning together after having enough rest, and it was almost time for class.

Facing Yukinoshita, who still wanted to let her go to practice after school, someone firmly said no. Even a strong baseball school would not let its members participate in training five days in a row... Well, okay, it will of. In short, today he said he had to go home and carry out his own club activities.

"For a dull person like me, Yukinoshita-san should prepare a few more teaching plans. Wrong efforts will be as wasted as scooping Tokyo Bay dry with a spoon."

After saying this, he walked out of the teaching building with Glass. As the leader, Sakura must stay, and today she is going to see how the curtain leader's work is being done. The performance content of the troupe has been determined, and the door manager, curtain manager, and costume manager can also prepare it.

On the contrary, it seems that the most important part of the sports festival, the athletic director, has the lightest task now, because his athletes are busy participating in various aspects of preparations.

Well, that is to say, if someone does not escape, they will face Yukinoshita Yukino's alone teaching. But he didn't care. Although member Glass had to go to class, he had other non-staff members. This may be too vague to say, but in short, he is looking for the girl who is the best at dancing among the people he knows.

When I got home, I changed into a set of regular clothes, a simple white T-shirt and black straight jeans. No need to take the train, just walking four blocks, Hojo Kyousuke arrived at the place they agreed on.

"Kyosuke~~"

In the distance, a pleasant female voice rang, and then she walked quickly towards him.

"Oh, did you recognize the wrong lady? I don't remember knowing such a beautiful female college student."

It's true. Among the people he knows now, Mitsuha Miyamizu is the only female college student. As for Yukinoshita Harano, I'm not very familiar with her. Mitsuha can get full marks just based on personal feelings, not to mention that she is really amazingly beautiful now.

"Does Kyousuke want to say that I'm very old?"

Upon hearing such compliments as soon as they met, Sanye's face immediately filled with a happy smile, and the slightly raised corners of her mouth were filled with happiness.

But she still looked at Hojo Kyousuke with big eyes that were crooked in a smile, and started acting coquettishly.

"Um?"

Someone frowned tightly, as if your head was broken.

"If you look like this, no matter whether you are a junior high school student or a college student, some people will believe you."

"Hehehe~~ This is too exaggerated." Mitsuba patted Hojo Kyousuke's arm with satisfaction.

Yes, it is indeed a bit exaggerated. In any case, junior high school students will never have this kind of beauty. On this point, no one has more say than Hojo Kyosuke.

A simple skirt with a white skirt that just reaches her knees and white flat shoes on her feet. A cornflower blue thin short coat was also added to the upper body to block the spring sunshine that might leak out from the side, and she was carrying a college-style Cambridge bag of the same color.

Full of youthful vitality but also mature as a college girl, she has completely become the fashionable Tokyo beauty of her dreams.

"Very beautiful, especially the hairstyle."

With a heartfelt admiration, Hojo Kyosuke stepped forward and raised his hand to touch Mitsuha's head, but hesitated slightly.

The girl came forward, stuffed her head under the generous hand, then raised her little face, squinted her eyes and smiled sweetly at him:

"Yes, I like this hairstyle very much too!" The voice was as light as a ribbon fluttering in the wind.

The girl's thick black hair was no longer braided into exquisite braids with gorgeous knots, but was hung casually on her back. It's not a unique hairstyle at all like the two people said.

But no need to say more, both of them understood the meaning of each other's words tacitly.

The exquisite hairstyle represents Mitsuha Miyamizu, the miko who is the heir to the Miyamizu Shrine and has high hopes from her family and townsfolk. Even the hair needs to be prepared for more than ten minutes at a time, not to mention other actions. Every detail must be paid close attention to, and we must be tight at all times for fear of making mistakes or being rude.

Now, she is just Mitsuha Miyamizu, not the heir of the Miyamizu family, not a divine miko who can be recognized when walking on the street, but just a girl who is going shopping with the person she likes.

"But I took care of the knot~"

Sanye raised his right hand, and on his white wrist was the orange knot that connected the two people. The proud look was like that of a child eager for praise, so Hojo Kyousuke also raised his left hand, which had the same knot on it.

"Let's go, let's go to a delicious cafe I found today!"

Without saying a word, the girl took Hojo Kyosuke's hand, her movements were extremely natural, she let out a joyful cheer, and started to move forward.

How is this going? Someone held it back, held the girl's petite hand tightly, and walked forward obediently, but there was a slight doubt in his heart.

After not seeing each other for a week, not only did the two of them not feel unfamiliar at all, they even felt closer, and their level of tacit understanding was not much worse than that of Sakura.

"Sanye, has your memory been completely restored?"

After thinking for a moment, he stopped and asked in surprise.

Mitsuha Miyamizu, who was holding hands, also stopped, turned around, holding her handbag with her left hand behind her back. Looking at the expectant Hojo Kyosuke, she tilted her little head to one side and showed a playful smile on her face:

"Well, well, guess what, does Kyousuke think it's better for me to recover my memory, or not?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Of course I hope you recover!" Hojo Kyousuke said without any hesitation.

"But if I regain my memory, then of course we should become a couple after we kissed."

Sanye smiled and looked steadily at the boy opposite.

"..." Just tell me if you can recover your memory. Why do you want to make such a proposition?

Hojo Kyosuke's whole body went numb. As soon as he said these words, all idiots knew that Mitsuha Miyamizu had recovered all his memories, and the relationship between the two of them had also recovered. On the top of the mountain, traveling through time, space, life and death, a breathtaking kiss.

In the future of Neon Kendo, a ruthless pick-up machine who can fight back fiercely in the face of a machine gun, Hojo Kyosuke, who is unparalleled in both wisdom and courage, was defeated in an instant by the female swordsman of Nara and the shrine maiden of the former Miyamizu Shrine.

He used a sharp sword called love, and even his body, which had been tempered for many times, was completely unable to defend against it.

His lips moved, and he really didn't know what to say now. No matter from which point of view, he should just accept it, step forward and give the girl a tight hug, and press his soft pink lips again.

Miyamizu Mitsuha felt the entanglement in the other party's heart just by holding his big hand with a slightly stronger force. I smiled helplessly in my heart, you idiot, I didn't even plan to tell you.

Thinking about this, the girl stuck out her tongue cutely and said playfully:

"I'm lying to you. Thanks to the diary Sakura returned to me, I remembered some things again, but most of them are still vague. If you want me to be your girlfriend, you have to work harder. You have to know that you have learned a lot. Sister wants to ask me to go to the party together, you..."

"Ah~"

Before Miyamizu Mitsuha finished speaking, he let out an exclamation and was hugged tightly.

Because she has gone through a lot of training, the girl's body is a little more powerful compared to the slenderness of other girls, but she is still petite in front of someone's strong body, and the two people's bodies fit together 100%. .

"That's great, Sanye."

Yes, the first thing to think about is not your dirty thoughts, but to be happy wholeheartedly. The bond between the two is finally complete again.

His voice even trembled a little, and Sanye, who had lost his memory, was disappointed but sad. But as for him, facing the girl he loved in the past, he now had to think about whether it would be rude to even touch her hair, which made him feel even more sad.

He and Sanye said that they could fall in love before, and they can still fall in love now. It was to comfort Sanye and himself. Although there was a moment of confusion, his heart was soon filled with joy.

"Yeah, that's great."

The exclamated little mouth closed, a nostalgic smile appeared on his face, and Sanye hugged the person he liked tightly. Whether it was his reaction or his words, it proved that this was still the person he liked. He hasn't changed at all and has been silently waiting for his return.

"I like you."

She heard him say this in a trembling voice, slowly but firmly.

"Well, I know, I like you too."

She buried her face into that comforting chest and whispered.

"Three leaves."

"a."

The arms around her back gradually became stronger, as if she wanted to rub herself into his body, as if she was venting some emotion in her heart.

She understood that only at this moment was the real reunion between the two.

She is also very happy!

The slender fingers curled up and clasped his back hard, calling his name countless times in her heart, just like when she was on Dragon God Mountain.

At that time, I had lost the memory of the two of them and could no longer call this name. But now, no one can separate themselves from him.

"Asshole!" she cursed in a low voice.

"Um?"

"Kyosuke is a philandering bastard!"

Why should he be so nice to me when he already has Sakura, Glass and the others? Why do you have to let yourself fall in love with him! Why make yourself inseparable from him!

Mitsuha Miyami raised her little face, her eyes were already a little sparkling, and I felt pity for her pretty face with tearful eyes.

Lowering his head and looking at the girl's face, Hojo Kyosuke was speechless. Why, why do you have to be so good, so that I can't bear to let anyone go no matter what.

"Sanye, I..."

Don't get me wrong, it's not that you are too embarrassed to speak. With someone's face, this will never happen in this life. However, the girl blocked her mouth with her soft lips just as she was about to speak. There was no skill in the green kiss, just a simple touch of lips.

Although he knew he was still on the street, he didn't hesitate at all. He raised his hands and held the small face tightly, then stuck out his tongue, and then let out a scream.

"San...Sanye, what are you doing?"

The burning pain on my tongue has now turned into a real passionate kiss, so hot that it bleeds.

"Kyosuke, I love you and I will never leave you."

Mitsuha Miyamizu raised her arms to wrap around Hojo Kyosuke's neck, with a touch of delicate red on her lips.

So why are you biting me while saying you like me? Don't tell me that you went to college and became a yandere, Sanye. Hojo Kyosuke swallowed a mouthful of blood.

"I know that compared to Yamauchi Sakura, I was the one who penetrated later, but feelings are never calculated like this, right?"

Mitsuha Miyamizu raised her little face, and there was a complex emotion in her brown eyes that even Hojo Kyosuke couldn't understand. All he knew was that the fragrance of white plum blossoms had not faded at all, but had become stronger.

"My love for you will never lose to them, so let's make a promise. We will not be a couple. Likewise, you will never be a couple with anyone else."

The most outstanding swordsman in the history of the Miyamizu family used absolute secrets.

Um? Hojo Kyosuke opened his eyes wide.

"You want to ask me why I know what you think?"

Seeing the boy's surprised expression, Miyamizu Mitsuha chuckled and spoke.

Someone glared again.

"Ask me again, Kyousuke, are you a big stupid pig?" The girl smiled more and more happily, as if she was helping someone whose tongue was injured to express what was in her heart.

"It's not mind-reading. We are in love with each other. Isn't it natural for me to know what you are thinking?"

"It's not because of the side effects of body swapping. How can something like this become a side effect? ​​It's really rude."

One after another, the girl seemed to be reading the thoughts in Hojo Kyousuke's mind.

Could it be that in order to help me create a better future, the system finally turned the world of romantic comedy into a fantasy world? Someone couldn't help but think.

The little hand held the big hand again, Miyamizu Mitsuha took Hojo Kyosuke to a cafe not far away, and skillfully ordered two ice creams and various small cakes.

In order to facilitate dating for couples from nearby schools, the store has been divided into small booths.

She put her hands on the table and looked at someone who was still a little dazed. As if mumbling to herself, she spoke slowly, her voice light and airy, as if she was not the one who was so excited on the street just now:

"Before I recovered my memory, I thought about how we could have this relationship even though we have a connection like exchanging bodies but have never had actual contact.

The answer to this question was answered after getting the diary. I saw how I used to fall in love with you.

Through your eyes, I saw the scene that only you can see; through your hands, I touched your world; gradually, I got to know you.

It is a wonderful feeling that no one can imagine. I am using your body to feel everything you reveal to me without reservation.

I saw the memory, and I couldn't tell whether I entered your body or whether I finally returned to my body. My familiarity with you is no different from mine.

This feeling revived in my body, and the suppressed memories in my head bloomed like fireworks.

It's great to have my memory back and it's great to see you again. "

Mitsuha Miyamizu stretched out her hands, held Hojo Kyousuke's left hand tightly, and gently touched the orange knot with the hand covering it.

"From the unattainable longing at the beginning, to you asking me if you can call me 'Mitsuha', to the meeting of Itomori.

Like knots, I think, gathering, shaping, twisting, twining. It is obviously such a thin thread, but after turning into a 'spirit', it becomes so tough that it can even connect two people in time and space together.

I think, I can't leave you. "

As she spoke, she slowly raised Hojo Kyousuke's hand and intertwined her fingers together, like a knot on it.

"Three leaves..."

Hojo Kyosuke sighed slightly, and the bite Mitsuha gave him was like giving him an explanation. He would not let them go, but he would still feel distressed, so he decided to give 100% love to everyone.

"I promise you, I will never let go of your hand in this life."

"Asshole, you're talking like I'm going to let you go, but it's me who's holding your hand, you coward." Sanye muttered in a low voice.

If this idiot had one hundred thousandth of his emotional decisiveness, he wouldn't be like this. Mr. Ono Yamamura would be pissed off if he continued to practice kendo like this.

The holding hands never let go.

The waiter quickly brought the food. Mitsuha's was chocolate ice cream, and the one she ordered for Hojo Kyousuke was matcha. Both of them were swordsmen, and neither of them took the small wound on their tongue seriously.

On the one hand, the girl is not willing to use really hard force, on the other hand, no one understands the perversion of that body better than her. Even with a soft tongue, I have actually experienced it with my own body.

"My tongue hurts and I can't eat ice cream on my own."

Spreading his hands, someone said ruthlessly.

Mitsuha Miyamizu raised the corners of her mouth slightly and looked at him with slightly raised eyes. Picking up the silver spoon, he scooped up a scoop of ice cream and slowly handed it over.

The two people who had just kissed passionately on the street openly showed off their affection in the restaurant. Although no one could see them due to the concealment of the booth, someone still felt that he had become some kind of hateful person, so he decisively picked up the spoon and punished the accomplices.

He scooped up a big scoop of ice cream and stuffed it into the little mouth of a girl named Mitsuha Miyamizu. It was because of this person that he committed such a sweet crime.

"Ah, so ice, so much!"

Mitsuba, whose lips were stained brown, exclaimed softly.

"You have to eat ice cream in big bites. If you lick it in small bites, don't you become a puppy?"

"That's weird, such a delicious thing should be savored slowly."

"This..." lowered his tone.

"How delicious is this? Tomorrow, uh, or the day after tomorrow, you come home and I will prepare something more delicious for you."

"Huh? Why is your tone so uncertain?"

Mitsuha Miyamizu asked. She didn't think there was anything inconvenient for her to go to her home. She was the one who chose not to live in it.

"well--"

After swallowing the cake handed over by Mitsuha, the unknown powder on it slightly irritated the wound on his tongue, and Hojo Kyousuke let out a long sigh.

"Our school is preparing for the sports festival."

"Oh, it's about time, it's great." Senior senior Miyamizu Mitsuha sighed.

"The sports festival is good, but the troupe performance is not good." Someone sighed.

"A troupe? Haha, can you see Kyosuke dancing?"

Sanye laughed happily.

"You will smile even more by then." Hojo Kyousuke's scalp went numb at the thought of performing wrestling in front of so many people. This is not a chorus, it is just a fake song.

"What's wrong? With the flexibility and flexibility of your body, Kyousuke, dancing should be easy, right?"

Mitsuha naturally tried dancing when she entered Hojo Kyosuke's body. It was a wonderful experience, just like seeing her original father.

Of course, the sacrificial dance is not just performed by shrine maidens. Mitsuha's memory still retains the scene when her mother taught her father to dance. At that time, my father was like a robot with incorrect programming. He would fall twice in five seconds. Siye next to him couldn't stop laughing happily.

"That's what I say, but actually I'm not good at dancing."

After hesitating for a moment, someone added:

"I don't know how to dance at all. I can't learn how to dance."

"How can it be!"

"it is true."

The image of her mother teaching her father to dance that just emerged has not faded. Now Kyousuke is also facing the same dilemma as his father, and Mitsuha can feel a wonderful feeling in her heart.

"Then let me teach you!"

She didn't ask what kind of dance she was dancing at all, because no matter what kind of dance, even if it was a Western dance that she had no experience in, Miyamizu Mitsuha was confident that she could learn it quickly. This is the margin she has been training for as long as she can remember.

"Sanye, will you teach me?"

Hojo Kyosuke was stunned. Although he had thought of this before coming, and he wanted to meet the best dancer, he had never had such an idea at all.

If you can't learn on your own, it's not because the teacher is incompetent, but because of yourself.