Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

"Yinglili Yinglili, listen to what I'm telling you. Just now, the woman held Aniki's head and chewed on his mouth hard, and made some strange noises. Aniki seemed to be out of breath."

The squeaking, white furball Momotaro was jumping on the ground, reporting the situation to Eiri who was drinking milk. My heart was filled with disbelief that Aniki, who was invincible, was actually subdued by that woman. She was indeed the witch that Eiri was afraid of.

The scene he accidentally saw just now left an indelible shadow in his mind. Brother Hojo, he was pushed against the wall and bullied. It is really unforgivable! Yinglili, it’s time for you to stand up and protect Aniki!

"Momotaro, haven't you already given your breakfast glass? Puppies can't eat so much, they will get fatty liver!"

Eiri put down the hot milk, bent down and tapped the furry Momotaro's head with her slender index finger, criticizing seriously.

"Oh, no, I've eaten enough. I'm talking about Kasumigaoka Shiu. Look, look, she's still staring at big brother's mouth!"

Momotaro anxiously stretched out his little foot to pick up Eirili's toes. In this family, the second person he trusted was Eirili, but it was a pity that her brain was really hard to use.

"Hey, I really can't do anything about you, you are just as annoying as your master."

Eiri murmured softly, picked up a piece of beef on the plate, and put it into Momotaro's dog bowl.

"Oh, I already said no, no... As expected of Aniki, the food she makes is delicious! Could it be that the witch wants to snatch something from Aniki's mouth?"

While eating, Momotaro screamed.

"It is indeed a greedy dog, just like its owner."

Eirili straightened up and stared at Kasumigaoka Shiyu opposite. In this family, she is the one who spends the least time playing with Momotaro. She is obviously the real owner.

"That's right, Eiriri, you finally understand. Kasumigaoka Shiu is a glutton. She hugs Aniki and keeps kissing him on the mouth."

Momotaro happily stepped on Eri's instep with his foot.

"Ara, but it seems that Tut Tut-san just put all the snacks that Kyousuke brought back last night in his school bag. Tut Tut-san who is not a glutton must have taken the wrong things. Do you need me to help you take them out?"

Kasumigaoka Shiu stretched out her hand and licked the sauce on her index finger and thumb. Although she was talking to Eri, her burgundy eyes kept looking at Hojo Kyosuke opposite her while she was licking her fingers.

"Who is this, classmate Tuttut? Your guy's head is finally broken!" Yinglili said angrily.

"Hey? As for my other words, are you acquiescing to my other words? Then I will do it for you. It just so happens that I don't want to go to the cafeteria to eat at noon today."

That’s weird, I just want to pass the test in a cute way!

Yinglili muttered in her heart, then quickly took her schoolbag and placed it on the empty chair next to her.

"These things have expired since last night. I will take them to school and throw them away later."

"So that's it. Thank you for your hard work, classmate tut tut."

"Lusuo, eat your food quickly and don't talk while eating."

For Sawamura Spencer Eiri, there are three keywords that run through her entire life. The first is toughness, the second is toughness, and the third is toughness!

Use proud words to cover up your shyness, use a tough attitude to block others' mouths, and hand out a shut-up notice to everyone present.

Yukino Mokari, who was sitting on the right side of Hojo Kyosuke, lowered her head and kept laughing. The others had similar expressions. Sakura even started to blow bubbles in the milk with a straw.

If Glass is the cutie in the family, then Yinglili is the pistachio in the family. As long as this guy opens his mouth, everyone will be ready to start laughing. Especially when she was being teased by Kasumigaoka.

After eating the last bite of corn tortillas, drinking the last sip of milk, and licking clean the white milk stain on her upper lip, Yinglili put down the cup and announced with great momentum:

"After school tonight, I must go home as soon as possible! The one named Yukinoshita in your school is not good at all. For an idiot like Kyousuke, dancing requires artistic accomplishment, and I have to take action."

After all, didn't Kyosuke say that it was because he stayed with me, the best painter in the world, that he, who was dull, could continue to improve. From the beginning of the compass robot to the current cartoon master. All of this is what I, Yinglili, can do!

Sakura raised her head from the bowl of papaya and tremella soup, and looked at Glass next to her in confusion:

"Nitro-chan, haven't you shown Eiri the video of Kyousuke practicing dancing?"

If she had seen it, Yinglili probably wouldn't be so confident, right?

"Hmm~~"

Glass pursed his lips and smiled sheepishly, then leaned close to Sakura's ear and whispered:

"I just came back from the training center and I was dragged by Eri to watch cartoons. I also played a dubbing game with her for a while, so I completely forgot about it."

"Soga~"

Sakura nodded, not intending to dampen Eiri's self-confidence. The corners of his mouth raised, and a wicked smile appeared on his delicate little face.

"Understood! Leave this task to me, Supervisor Sawamura! I promise to take Kyousuke home as soon as possible after school!"

Sakura stood up, stood at attention with her legs together, and saluted.

"Very good. As expected of Private Sakura Sakura, he is reliable!"

Yinglili also stood up and patted this junior on the shoulder.

"Wait a minute, there's no such thing as practicing dancing for three days in a row, right? I plan to have hot pot at home today, and I've even ordered the ingredients."

Hojo Kyosuke protested. When he and Glass were making breakfast together, he found that vegetables were really refreshing, and the sweetness in his mouth awakened his memories. In the last moments before the cherry blossoms fade, how happy it is to have a hot pot meal under your own dreamy cherry blossom tree.

"Hot pot..."

The expression on Ying Lili's face changed, and hesitation and hesitation visible to the naked eye appeared on her face.

When we were still at home, the whole family would complain about British food together, and then talk about food from other countries by the way. Kyousuke mentioned many foods from that country that he couldn't avoid.

Hot pot, of course, Neon also has hot pot, and sukiyaki is one of the representatives. Other seafood pots and offal pots are also foods that are eaten as a celebration meal every day. But they all have a lighter soup base, the kind of hot pot filled with red oil and chili. Even if you see a chain store on the street, you won't dare to step in.

After hearing his fear of Sichuan hot pot, that idiot Kyousuke immediately rushed out to purchase ingredients and made a pot of hot pot filled with chili peppers in the courtyard.

It's spicy and delicious, but there's no embarrassment after eating like what is said online.

After asking Kyousuke, he said it was an exclusive secret recipe.

"That……"

She hesitated and spoke slowly.

"Yinglili is a glutton!"

Momotaro raised his head and screamed while using his front feet to pull at Eri's instep.

"Puppies can't eat spicy food like that. They'll kill them. Momotaro, you're a glutton. You get so excited when you hear about food. Really, that's not okay!"

Eiriri criticized, and then she saw the playful smile of Kasumigaoka opposite her.

"Hmph, let's dance first, and then eat hot pot to replenish energy. After all, it must be very tiring to teach this idiot like you."

Got it, let’s put the dancing aside for now, the hot pot is more important. Just prepare and I will eat it all! "Sawamura Spencer Eiri's special translator" Hojo Kyosuke nodded.

The day in Ruyi Residence began in such a lively manner. After bidding farewell to Momotaro one by one, they walked out of the door. The group of people walked out of the courtyard and walked in two directions.

Although it could be seen early in the morning that it was a sunny day, in order to avoid sudden rain, Sakura-sama still asked Hojo Kyosuke to carry the umbrella he gave him.

Someone completely believed that if the current sun couldn't even provide warmth, that guy Sakura would have used the sun as an excuse to open the big black umbrella.

Fortunately, even though Sobu High School's uniforms are in the style of suits, anyone with long eyes can recognize them as school uniforms. Otherwise, he looks like a killer wearing a suit and carrying strange weapons. As long as Hojo Kyosuke frowns and reveals a fierce look in the corners of his eyes, no one who sees him will suspect that there is a famous sword made by a famous Edo craftsman attached to the umbrella handle. .

This is a plot that often appears in neon sword and halberd movies. Whether it is a spy from the shogunate or a killer disguised as a businessman, an oil-paper umbrella that can draw out a sharp blade is a standard feature.

In particular, the one given by Yamauchi Sakura is a parasol. It is thick, big and heavy, and it will not break even if it is used to hit someone directly. The red umbrella cover and black umbrella handle look full of chilling atmosphere.

"Good morning, Minister Hojo!" A super energetic greeting came from the side.

Hojo Kyosuke could identify who it was without looking at him, it was Hikigaya Hachiman and Zaimokuza Yoshiteru from his companions. Turning around, the two of them looked similar to him, both carrying a strip on their backs.

"you……"

Although I know you are carrying bamboo swords, this is too shameful. You are not a beautiful girl from the Kyudo Club. Why don't you hold the bamboo swords properly in your hands? If you see a female high school student on the street carrying something longer than a human being, there is no doubt that she must be from the Kyudo Club.

"Hojo-san, are you carrying an umbrella sword!?"

Zaimuza asked impatiently, his eyes gleaming. Although Hikigaya next to him was more reserved... no, his eyes were also bright, but what he wanted to say was preempted by Zaimokuza.

Damn it, you bastard, I am Brother Hojo’s official demonstration tool. If it were really an umbrella sword, I would be the first to be beaten. Why are you here to steal the limelight? Hikigaya roared in his heart.

Yamauchi Sakura and Glass in front looked at each other and smiled, then stepped forward a little faster, leaving room for Hojo Kyosuke and his friends to talk.

"No, how could the umbrella sword be brought to school? General Jianhao, please wake up."

Someone said with a smile, then he held the umbrella cover with his left hand and pulled it downwards. He raised his right hand and held the handle of the umbrella, intending to pull it out to show it.

And this scene, in the eyes of Hikigaya and the two of them, seemed to be seeing dark flames burning behind the smiling Hojo Kyosuke, and a monstrous murderous aura attacking the two of them.

"Zamokuza, what should I do? Is it too late to kneel now?" Hikigaya asked with his eyes.

"With this slash, it won't be of any use to you even if you run forty meters. You'd better die standing tall and have some backbone!"

Zaimokuza responded with his eyes, twisting his huge body, and dodged behind Hikigaya Hachiman with agility that was not suited to his body type.

This bastard, I think you are not a swordsman general, but a running away general.

Not to mention the imagination of the two chuunibyou here, relying on his height and long hands, Hojo Kyosuke took out the umbrella smoothly, and opened the big black umbrella as he walked.

The dark umbrella surface looks as warm and noble as satin, and the scattered cherry blossoms have not faded at all, and the pink color on it is still full of vitality.

On days when it doesn't rain, Hojo Kyosuke will maintain the umbrella regularly just like he maintains his bamboo sword, ensuring that when he takes it out again, it will still be as beautiful as when Sakurara first gave it to him.

Raise the umbrella and hold it over your head.

Yamauchi Sakura in front turned around, looked at the person standing under the dark umbrella, tilted his head, and grinned.

"Awesome, this is so handsome!"

Hikigaya Hachiman exclaimed, this is even cooler than the wand he snatched from Pigsyforth's castle. Although he has escaped from the chuunibyou, he still can't help but be envious when he sees such a thing that is full of chuunibyou.

No, how could it be possible for Minister Hojo to win in the second place with something that everyone in the Victory Group of Life holds! This is pure fashion!

Yes, that’s it. I’m going to buy a similar one after school today!

It was the peak time for school at this moment, and the avenue leading to the teaching building was full of students. Someone who suddenly opened a big umbrella instantly became the focus of the crowd. Although he was also the center of attention in the first place, people who had nothing to do with him and did not dare to come up to say hello now all gathered around him.

"Okay, okay, class is about to start, let's go."

Seeing that he was about to become the council of master umbrella maker Yamauchi Sakura, Hojo Kyosuke quickly put away his umbrella.

"Boss Hojo, can I ask where you bought your umbrella? We want to buy one too!"

Walking side by side, Hikigaya asked.

"Mine was made by Sakura himself." You will definitely not be able to buy the same one!

When he said these words, a strong sense of happiness filled Hojo Kyousuke's chest, and his tone of voice couldn't help but become gentler:

"For similar umbrellas, there is a large Japanese umbrella store in Kagurazaka, Shinjuku. The owner is from Kyoto. You can go there and have a look."

Handmade...

Hikigaya and Zaimokuza looked at each other and saw the bitterness and pain in each other's eyes. They didn't expect that they would be attacked here. If the price was too high, the two of them would feel better.

The three of them quickly arrived in the classroom. Hojo Kyousuke walked to his seat while responding to the questions raised by Kirisaki and others.

"Zaimuza, please make a Japanese umbrella and give it to me. I will give it to you as well. This is a symbol of friendship!"

The smart Hikigaya Hachiman thought of a solution with just a slight turn of his head. Love and friendship are the most important emotional needs of human beings. There is no distinction between high and low, and sometimes the affection between brothers is even more touching.

"As expected of you, the second swordsman in Tokyo, Yoshi, just do it! I will add 130 layers of protection for you on it to protect you from any evil." Zaimokuza was excited. call out.

"Hey... let's forget it, I suddenly feel very sick."

Looking at Zaimokuza's fat face, Hikigaya instantly strangled himself who had just spoken.

"Huh? 8th edition, you!"

"Eh? What's the code? Are you going to make a Japanese umbrella?" A clear and sweet sound, like the most advanced violin played in the hands of the world's top musicians, came from in front of Hikigaya.

Hey, who put on the fill light? This is too strong! Fire immediately!

Oh, it’s the angel halo on Ayaka’s head, so that’s okay.

It’s great that Ayaka was the first person to talk to me after arriving in the classroom!

Hikigaya Hachiman, whose mind turned ninety-eight times in an instant, put a smile on his face and said in a voice he had practiced for a month before confessing his love to a girl for the first time in junior high school:

"Yeah, I suddenly became interested in the classical art of Japanese umbrellas and wanted to study it a little bit."

Who is the speaker? Hikigaya Hachiman, be normal!

"But I am the only one who wants to make a Japanese umbrella. Zaimokuza is not interested in this kind of thing at all. Ayaka, do you want to study it together? I can give it to you as a gift after I finish it."

Don't blame me, Zaimuzuo, you betrayed me first, on the first day of school, in the bicycle shed, do you still remember!

"Okay!" Totsuka Ayaka clapped her hands and shouted happily.

Ah, I want to add 1,800 blessings to this smile and protect it for the rest of my life.

Hikigaya Hachiman was declared sunk.

Hojo Kyosuke casually responded to Hatagoro's idiotic statement of "Damn it, is it going to rain today? I didn't even look at the weather forecast." He sat down and leaned his umbrella against the locker behind him.

Just as he was about to start a pleasant chat session before morning reading, he saw a boy walking in front of him.

As for the name, it should be Hayama Hayato. Since there was no intersection, Hojo Kyousuke almost deleted the name from his mind.

"Good morning, Hojo-san." Hayama Hayato's smile was as bright as his golden hair. When he spoke, a breeze blew in from the window, causing the hair on his forehead to flutter slightly.

"Good morning, Hayama-san."

Hojo Kyousuke, who was not sure why, also responded with a smile. There were two blonds in the class, Miura Yuko with wavy blond hair, and Hayama Hayato with blond hair. Both of them were dyed, although it was obvious that they cost a lot of money.

But in the eyes of Hojo Kyousuke, who was used to seeing Eriri's handicraft-level blond hair, it looked very inferior, and it didn't look as cute as the pink hair dyed by Yuigahama Yui. Of course, among the girls in the class, Sakura and Glass's brown hair is the most beautiful!

"Excuse me, what's the matter?" he asked proactively.

"It's like this. I heard that Hojo-san is a little slow in preparing for the troupe project, so I wanted to ask if there is anything I can do to help."

Hayama Hayato bent down slightly, keeping his tone as soft as possible, trying not to sound condescending. As he spoke, the broken hair on his forehead was once again blown up by a gust of wind blowing from the window.

"???"

This classmate, you are too enthusiastic.

This is the second time Hojo Kyosuke has met such a good person. The first one was Maki Kyosuke. The first time they met, he gave him a 4 million motorcycle as a gift without saying a word. This person who actually wants to take over even the absolutely righteous Yukinoshita has a headache, is a living Bodhisattva.

"You are such a good person, Hayama-san." He sighed sincerely.

"Pfft——" X2

Sudden laughter rang out from in front and to the right of Hojo Kyousuke, it was Sakura and Glass who knew the stories of good people. Yuigahama, who was chatting with Glass, was stunned for a second and then started to giggle. Although she had no idea what she was laughing at, it would be very unsociable if everyone laughed at her and she didn't laugh.

"Haha, it's not that exaggerated. You are too polite, Hojo-san."

Hayama Hayato scratched his head in confusion, but this time the wind failed to blow his hair.

Hojo Kyosuke looked out the window in surprise. This was the third time. As long as Hayama Hayato spoke, an inexplicable wind would blow outside the window. It was like filming a movie or TV series, and someone was responsible for creating the wind.

"But no need. As for the acting troupe, I have a very professional teacher, so don't worry!" He showed his eight shining teeth.

"...Oh, that's it, then I'll be relieved." Hayama Hayato laughed awkwardly at the two of them, leaving a final word of "cheer up" before turning around and leaving.

Miura Yuko kept staring at Hayama's back until he returned to his seat, and began to wonder why he did this. The same question Yuigahama Yui wants to know.

The only people who don't care may be the person involved, Hojo Kyosuke, and his two beautiful girls.

After seeing off Hayama Hayato, the three of them, plus Yuigahama, finally started having a pleasant chat. For the three of them, this kind of thing is not as important as what to drink at noon. They are just an enthusiastic classmate.

The expected morning reading did not come, but a math quiz came.

I don’t know what the test is for after only two weeks of school. Is it because they are afraid that the students will overdo it because of the sports festival, so as to give everyone a blow and let everyone know their true level?

Hojo Kyousuke finished the test within five minutes while complaining casually, walked up to the teacher and handed it to the teacher without stopping, and then walked out of the classroom.

The back is straight, the speed is moderate, and every step is as standard as if it were measured with a ruler.

At this time, you must not look back at the classmates below. You must neither smile nor be sullen. Everything must remain natural.

This is what he summed up during his long career of submitting papers in advance. When it comes to how to create a style, he is a late learner, but as long as he behaves as calm as the night, others will add the appropriate style for him.