Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

When the awarding is over, take photos; when the flower presentation is over, take photos; when the speech is over, take photos...

For a moment, Hojo Kyosuke realized why some people regard taking photos as the true meaning of travel. I am afraid that it is also a sense of ritual.

Originally, he should have held the trophy again during the speech session after the flowers. But now, the trophy has been transferred to the audience, the hands of Hojo Mikiko.

Someone had thought about holding the trophy high and waving it to his family before, but before he could do it, his mother did it for him.

The stupid beauty who looked very slender held Kashiko in one hand, raised the Grand Prize Award trophy high in the other hand, and waved it towards her son on the stage, with a joyful smile on her face, as if She is the winner.

"Now, I would like to invite the winner, Hojo Kyosuke-san, to give his acceptance speech." Amamiya Miki shouted expectantly.

Hearing this sound, the staff who were already at a loss because they couldn't find the trophy became even more panicked.

Haha, Shiyu, you really like to mess around.

With this thought in his mind, Hojo Kyousuke smiled and shook his head at the staff, indicating that he didn't mind, and then bowed to the audience with flowers in his arms.

Compared to trophies, he still prefers flowers. Let's put this bouquet in the vase today.

The invisible man stepped forward again and helped Hojo Kyosuke turn up the microphone, and he nodded in thanks.

"Good day, gentlemen, I am Hojo Kyosuke, the author of "The Devotion of Suspect X"."

Holding colorful flowers in his right hand, and saying this to the audience with a smile, Hojo Kyosuke once again thanked the salesman for his efforts.

There was warm applause inside and outside the stadium. Looking at the man on the stage who seemed to be wearing a golden glow, every girl's eyes seemed to be shining.

Kisaki Tetsuta looked at his elder brother on the stage with an extremely enthusiastic expression, as if he wished he could turn into a microphone. But from time to time, his eyes would drift to Ishida Hidenori.

This man was the biggest heretic on the scene. Others would show congratulatory expressions even if they were pretending. Only he gritted his teeth, his eyes breathed fire, he kept mumbling words like "impossible", and clenched his fists with both hands.

Wait, maybe his acceptance speech was "impossible"?

Although he didn't think this person would have the guts to act irrationally, Qisaki still paid some attention to him, but soon he found that his worries were unnecessary. I saw that the two men who were surrounding Ishida Hidenori before and were mindlessly complimenting him were now restraining him one on the left and one on the right. Not to mention causing trouble, even if they wanted to yell, I'm afraid they would be the first. Time was muzzled.

Of course, it was impossible to leave the venue early. I could only sit here and watch Hojo Kyosuke pick up the trophy and deliver his acceptance speech.

As the saying goes, if you can't be decent, I will help you be decent.

It seems that the sequence of that person will be adjusted up in the future. Looking at this scene, Qisaki was secretly shocked by that person's methods, and thought this while feeling shuddered in his heart.

I thought she was an insignificant one among the women around my eldest brother, but I didn't expect her methods to be so cruel.

Relieved, he continued to turn his head and look at the ceremony stage.

On the stage, Hojo Kyousuke held a bouquet, stood upright, and looked straight ahead with clear eyes:

“Thank you very much for your selection and awarding me with such an outstanding award.

The first round of selection by 567 clerks in 465 bookstores, and the second round of voting by 431 clerks in 405 bookstores and writing of recommendations, selected my work as the book they most want to sell and recommend to customers.

As a person who was taken to bookstores by his mother when he was still illiterate, and looked at another world from the picture book stories read by the clerk. I really feel that the meaning of the Honya Daesang Award is too heavy. .

Just thinking about my family and friends walking into the bookstore and seeing my works placed in the most conspicuous position by the clerk makes my heart feel so hot that it feels like lava is about to burst out.

Thank you for your hard work and for creating such a great award! "

Don’t forget the people who dug the well, even the world’s best-seller Kyousuke Hojo, so naturally you won’t forget to thank the organizer.

Warm applause rang out, and this time it was going to be even more enthusiastic, because a new force was added that could not even compare to those guys like Onizuka Eikichi.

Miki Amamiya, the emcee was so excited that she even forgot to turn off the microphone and started applauding, but all the staff forgave her for her gaffe.

Thanking the organizers is something that every winner does, but Kyousuke Hojo is the only one who remembers all the bookstores, the number of store employees, and even told how he became associated with the bookstore.

Amamiya Miki was so excited that tears filled her eyes.

Some people think that courier is a profession that brings happiness to people, because every recipient waits at home for the delivery of the express delivery every day. At the moment of signing for the delivery, the voice of thanks is full of happiness and sincerity.

Some people think that chef is a career that brings happiness to people, because every diner, whether he comes hungry to fill his stomach, or just wants to sit down and let his tired body rest, must start from the moment he sits down. From the moment you start looking forward to how the dishes that will be served will taste.

As Hojo Kyosuke said, the reason why people read neon is so high. It’s not about how high the quality of the people is, but how hard every aspect is working to make people pick up the book and turn the pages.

Not to mention the coverage of the library, even a bookstore with an area of ​​only ten square meters will carefully compile a list of recommendations from the clerks. Slightly larger bookstores will have a special children's corner, where store clerks will tell stories and picture books to children.

Amamiya Miki, a woman who is so good even as a host, her colleagues think that she will be successful no matter what industry she is in. Why did she end her studies after graduating from high school and choose to enter a bookstore? Because this is the "fate" between her and bookstores.

She will never forget the first time her mother took her to a bookstore. When she, who could not read yet, stood in front of the huge bookshelf at a loss, the clerk with a white light on her face took her to a room full of children. on the sofa.

She opened the "huge" picture book and displayed the magnificent and magical ocean world in front of her. The beautiful mermaid lady, the carriage pulled by the shark, the bed made of shells, the prince in a white dress...

The little girl's eyes were big, round and sparkling. She looked at the clerk and the picture book without blinking for a moment...

Fantasy worlds one after another, completely different from the real world, beautiful, cruel, and fantastic, were displayed in front of her through the clerk and books.

At that moment, she decided that she wanted to be that person.

Not everyone can create such a world, it requires unique talents. But she can enter it, tell others about the beautiful scenery, and let "children" like her see a different world.

Amamiya Miki, who had turned off the microphone, was already applauding vigorously. Her big eyes looking at Hojo Kyosuke were just like looking at the all-powerful clerk sister when she was a child, shining brightly.

Everyone was moved by Hojo Kyosuke's speech, only the Hojo couple and Yamauchi Sakura had strange expressions on their faces.

"I remember that Kyosuke stopped reading children's books when he first went to a bookstore, right?" Ichiro Hojo asked with some uncertainty.

"You remember wrongly, Kyosuke is so cute, of course he keeps begging me to read fairy tales to him!" Hojo Mikiko flatly denied.

"Um?"

Hojo Ichiro scratched his head. He was very confident in his memory.

My son and his wife took him to the bookstore at the time. The clerk pointed out the children's book section, but Hojo Kyosuke didn't appreciate it at all. He went directly to the social sciences section and started reading the encyclopedia.

It was an adult book filled with Chinese characters, which was completely different from picture books that were mostly written in kana. Not to mention Hojo Kyosuke, who was only five years old at the time, even children in fourth and fifth grade found it difficult to read fluently. But my son knows every Chinese character.

Well, the child who is having a hard time is none other than Yamauchi Sakura.

"Sakura, did Kyousuke-kun like storybooks when you were a child?" Glass asked in a low voice. In his memory, he didn't seem to have seen them in Kyousuke-kun's house.

"Yes, he likes it very much. Every time he goes to the bookstore, he will pull me and read me stories non-stop." Yamauchi Sakura smiled and said confidently.

Upon hearing this, not to mention Zhihua who was already rolling her eyes, both Glass and Mitsuha guessed the truth immediately.

Yes, the person who really looked at another world through the trickling chanting in the graphic novel was Yamauchi Sakura.

Every third-grade child has mastered Hiragana and Katakana, but there are too many Chinese characters and it is too difficult. Of course little Sakura doesn't, either. Just as she didn't like reading when she grew up, she also didn't like reading when she was a child. She is such a consistent person.

Just as she liked watching movies when she grew up, she also liked listening to stories when she was a child. As a person who looked at the cement wall and looked forward to whether a cavalry team would rush out of the corroded hole in the wall, storybooks and so on. The most interesting!

Therefore, whenever she went to a bookstore, she would find a pile of storybooks and put them aside, constantly begging Kyousuke to read stories to her. Aunt Meijizi? Like other children, she would sit quietly and wait for Kyosuke to finish sighing and start reading a story.

Even on nights when there are no bedtime stories, Kyousuke's warm and clear voice like a stream will flow in the girl's ears, accompanying her to sleep and nourishing her soul after a tiring day.

No matter how warm the applause is, it will stop for a moment, and the scene will become quiet again. The eyes of the whole world are focused on the man on the stage, looking forward to his words.

"Just yesterday, the last petal of the cherry blossom tree in my house also fell. When the pink, fish-like petals fell into my palm, a question also appeared in my head.

When we are moved by the vitality of the cherry blossoms at the moment they bloom, shocked by the wabi-sabi at the moment when the cherry blossoms wither, cheer for the cherry blossoms year after year, and give her many names, what kind of mood will the cherry blossoms have? ? Will she be happy? Will she be embarrassed? Will it bother her? "

Hojo Kyosuke's voice was as clear and clear as the cold wind on the ice field. At this moment, everything was silent. Only his voice echoed in the huge venue, and every word was clearly transmitted to people's ears. Everyone couldn't help but Concentrate, listen to his words, think with him, and look forward to his answers to your questions.

"Can Sakura think?"

Hojo Kyosuke raised his left hand and lowered his head slightly. Everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at his hand, as if there really was the last cherry blossom of spring in that generous palm.

"A gust of wind blew off the petals in my hand and brought me the answer."

He spread his fingers slightly, then clenched them again.

"Of course the cherry blossoms can't think, and she doesn't know that people's heartstrings will tremble with her blooming and withering. Just like the spring breeze doesn't know that it will bring warmth to the cherry blossoms and bring vitality to all things.

I am very ashamed to receive this award. When the spring breeze blows, the cherry blossoms bloom and this story appears in my head. I told everyone the story of Shi Shen and touched everyone's heartstrings with the book "The Devotion of Suspect X".

Like everyone else, my heart was struck by the Stone God’s love. Because of everyone's love, this honor that does not belong to me has been given to me. "

Pah pah pah pah——

When Hojo Kyosuke paused slightly, applause rang out again. Everyone had heard too many humble words, it was just a traditional performing arts. But it’s really rare for someone to be so fresh and refined and so sincere like what the person on stage said.

Not only the reporters, Onitsuka Eikichi even started screaming.

That's it, that's the kind of man I like.

In the darkness, Kasumigaoka Shiyu's burgundy eyes shimmered with light.

No matter when, Kyousuke is always so humble and polite.

At that time, he who saved his life was also so humble. There was no arrogance at all, and he did not even regard this rescue as a favor to himself. He even sent Onitsuka Eikichi to explain to him so that he could accept the help with peace of mind.

Kyousuke, Kyousuke...

A slight moan came from the girl's throat, and her water-cut eyes seemed to contain endless affection.

Now, it's my turn to protect you.

Hojo Kyosuke nodded to thank everyone for their applause, and then continued:

"The idea of ​​writing this book came to me in April last year, when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. At that time, the seniors who took care of me in the club left school and started a new chapter in their lives. I think, my new Chapter, when should it be opened?

As I said before, the spring breeze brought cherry blossoms, and it also allowed me to write this book while standing under the tree.

As some seniors said when "The Devotion of Suspect them. "

Thanks to the boss "Gehui" for the two million rewards. I can only owe the extra money temporarily. I will work hard to write the story well.

There's still 6,000 to go. I'll finish it before four o'clock.