Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

"The desire to talk is an innate instinct of human beings, and everyone is no exception."

With a humble smile, Hojo Kyousuke raised the microphone, his tone was clear, and there was no stickiness between each word. The clear and clear voice slowly spread into everyone's ears.

Without even looking at the people on the stage, just listening to the voice, everyone's perfect image of their favorite writer suddenly appeared in their mind.

Modesty, gentle as jade, well-spoken, and full of poetry and calligraphy...

Listening to this voice, Ishida Hidenori looked at the man on the stage who looked like an ancient celebrity, and kept cursing in his heart. Although he was momentarily restrained by the despicable methods of the thugs behind him, he would not give in easily.

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on him, Hojo Kyosuke continued to speak in a calm tone:

"However, if you just blurt it out based on your feelings, it may contain more sincerity, but it will appear a bit sloppy. Letters compiled into volumes become books, and narrating things in life also becomes books.

Just like the concept of the Honya Prize, writing itself is not something that is great as long as it is involved, but something that everyone does every day.

When looking at the chat box on the mobile phone, considering the tone, words, and even the time to send, everyone is already involved in the writing career. As for me, I just thought about it for a little longer and heard a little more voices from another world. "

With a slight smile, he ended with "the above."

Even if he has not become a writer, he still knows that whether he is a writer or a voice actor, he is essentially an actor. Whether it is the book he writes or the words he speaks, it does not matter whether it is true or not, the important thing is to give the audience what they want to hear.

In the same way, just like when I was in junior high school, I would stop and respond politely to the greetings from my subordinates at the beginning. But the subordinates were flattered instead. This may make him appear more friendly to the people, but what his subordinates long for and want is the cold "thug" with eyes as smooth as a thousand-year-old ancient well and an expressionless face, who can single-handedly dismantle a group.

As a writer, as a successful high school student, he should show a humble attitude. Saying this kind of thing makes it easier for readers to like you and make them pay for your next works.

Do what you do and love what you do. As a novelist of the new era, Hojo Kyosuke is a person with very professional ethics.

"Ah, that's amazing. As expected of Mr. Hojo. I thought I would hear some philosophy on life, but I didn't expect such kind words. Thank you for your answer."

Hirota Yoshitoki bowed and sat down. In fact, he still had some unfinished thoughts. He felt that Hojo-san was really a humble gentleman. Even if he didn't talk about some big truths to fool people, he should also talk about the difficulties when creating.

The participants in the audience also applauded.

Shameless! fraud! I'm so proud that I'm going to die laughing, you bastard! Didn't your mother teach you to be honest as a child? ah!

Hidenori Ishida's pig-liver-colored, twisted face was filled with crazy inner activities. He wished he could use his body to show off what it meant to be carried away and what it meant to be a sub-lineage wolf.

"Ishida-san, why don't you applaud? Weren't you very happy just now?"

Tetsuta Kisaki, who was applauding enthusiastically and had already decided to regard his elder brother's words as the first of the top ten weapons of the Navy, saw the black hole of applause in front of him and couldn't help but lean forward and said coldly.

My honest elder brother has finally become what he is now, and is growing into a qualified BOSS. Everyone gives me a big round of applause!

"Hehe, hehe... happy, happy——"

Ishida Hidenori thought he was forcing a smile, but in fact he was crying, and he really came to attend his own funeral just like Hojo Kyosuke said.

Amamiya Miki on the stage was asking who else wanted to ask questions. Hojo Mikiko looked at her son who was as glorious as a Buddha on the stage and whispered to her husband:

"Well, let me just say that Kyousuke is very suitable to be a lawyer."

This ability to tell lies with open eyes is simply more powerful than Ichiro. They were all telling the truth, but when combined they turned into lies.

"No, that kid will definitely not be able to stand the long, tedious and complicated procedures. Maybe when the written materials are exchanged for the first time, he will not be able to help but put a knife to the other party's neck to make the other party quickly admit defeat."

The former Tokyo barrister summed up his career in three words. As he spoke, Ichiro Hojo also fixed his eyes on his dazzling son on the stage.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but look at the man in the red suit who was sandwiched between three people in the front row of seats.

No, with these partners, maybe he will get a title like "The Undefeated Lawyer", and then get contracts from various big companies along the way, and open a law firm that is frightening to ordinary people.

With this in mind, Hojo Ichiro looked at the huge banner above the ceremony stage "2015 Honya Grand Prize Presentation". Great, Kyosuke, he found a job that was faster and easier than robbing money.

"Hahaha, what are you talking about? Kyosuke is not that kind of kid." Hojo Mikiko smiled and hammered her husband's arm. Well, she used the same strength as hammering beef balls.

"hehe--"

Hojo Ichiro, who didn't feel any pain at all, grinned, yes, Kyousuke didn't have the time to do those things.

The applause stopped for a moment. The media were obviously very eager to interview this genius who broke three records of the Grand Prize.

Although it has entered the Internet age, Neon is still one of the largest newspaper publishers in the world, which makes them, media people, quite happy. After all, the company has not closed down yet, and it seems that it can successfully help them take care of themselves in old age, and maybe their sons can also be together. Come in.

But enjoying such treatment, the people's requirements for them are correspondingly high.

People like Hojo Kyosuke, who have only published one popular book, have gained so much attention that they have become a new generation of national writers. It was the first time that he had won such a major award. If his newspaper had not published news about him, the newspaper's hotline would have been blown away.

The operator girl had to apologize constantly while receiving countless "go to hell" messages. Of course, they are not much better as on-site reporters. Tomorrow they can pack their bags and go to the icy and snowy countryside of Hokkaido to raise cattle.

"Then, Kawaguchi-san from "The Yomiuri Shimbun", please." Amamiya Miki started to call the names according to the list.

"The Yomiuri Shimbun", Neon, and even the world's largest circulation newspaper. In addition to normal news, a major feature is that novels are serialized in newspapers to attract subscribers. Neon's most famous novels in modern times have been serialized on it.

"Thank you. First of all, congratulations to Mr. Hojo for winning the Grand Prize."

When Kawaguchi stood up, he bowed as usual and then opened his mouth to spit out a stream of rainbow farts, hoping to make someone indulge in his flattery and get more revelations.

Seeing this newspaper interviewing him for the first time, although he knew that the media invited here must be a friendly media, Hojo Kyosuke still quickly searched through his memory, trying to find out the other party's attitude towards him from past reports. .

Well, the other party only reported that he won the Neon Mathematical Olympiad Gold Prize and the National Kendo Competition. There was no report on literature.

Let’s call it neutral and friendly.

Thinking of this, he smiled and replied, "please take care of me."

"We all know that Mr. Hojo is the youngest winner of the Honya Grand Prize, but I think many people may not know that in addition to achieving such outstanding results in literature, Mr. Hojo has also made many achievements in other areas."

Next, the audience felt as if the scene was reenacted, and they had a more complete understanding of how powerful Hojo Kyosuke is from another angle.

It is worthy of being the newspaper with the largest circulation in Neon. Not only the competitions that Hojo Kyosuke participated in, but also his time as the instructor of the high school kendo club in the club when he was in junior high school. It even revealed a few bad things. Under his guidance, the prodigal son returned to college and volunteered to become a teacher.

Hearing this, Hojo Kyousuke first thought that Onizuka was getting paid for his hard work by being interviewed again, but then he recalled that as early as junior high school, Onizuka had thanked him when he was interviewed by "Weekly Bunshun" , said that he could finally become a high school teacher, married seventeen-year-old JK, and said that he wanted to give himself...

Ahem, if this guy were to be a teacher, for the safety of his students, he would have to wear a chastity belt or something like that.

Kawaguchi Joichi was counting down Hojo Kyosuke's past achievements by year. Almost every achievement was added with the word "record-breaking", such as the most consecutive wins for those who dare to fight, the highest score in the Mathematical Olympiad...

"Too strong, he deserves to be the best swordsman in Tokyo!"

The loud exclamation made Hikigaya Hachiman turn away and try to avoid it, but there was no way. This dark house was so big, and Zaimokuza was as big as a bear.

"So why should we turn off the lights and watch it together?" He asked helplessly. Now he was in Zaimokuza Yoshiki's room, leaning on the bed, watching Hojo Kyosuke's award ceremony.

Although it was the award ceremony for his respected Minister Hojo, and although he had originally planned to watch it, on a perfect day like Saturday, which was neither Friday nor Sunday, he definitely did not want to waste his time sleeping with a boy. in the room.

Saturday, this is Saturday, not like having to go to class on Friday and having to watch the clock and endure the torture of time being slowed down. It’s not like you have to make up homework like you did on Sunday, and you have to worry about how to go to school next Monday in the locker room and face the embarrassment of no one asking you what you did over the weekend as if nothing had happened.

Really, if you ask Mingming, you will be like the world's greatest writer, Mr. Hojo, vividly describing to the other party how you elegantly spent a Zen-like weekend alone at home. Mingming listened. In the future, the other party will definitely be more satisfied with the weekend that just passed.

This is simply a win-win situation. I satisfy my desire to talk and enjoy the curiosity of others. Others complete a good deed every day and receive a buff that doubles their happiness.

WIN WIN, WIN WIN!

Oh, sorry for getting off topic, anyway. Saturday was such a perfect day. If possible, Hikigaya Hachiman hopes that today is Saturday, tomorrow is Saturday, the day after tomorrow is Saturday, and every day in the world is Saturday. In this way, the calendar will be neater when printed, and everyone's days will be happier.

On a day like this, I had already made a cup of coffee with a lot of sugar and milk, and sat on the sofa with my lovely sister Komachi, quietly waiting for the start of the Honya Grand Prize Award Ceremony.

He received a call from Zaimokuza Yoshiki.

"Hey, Hachiman, didn't we agree to watch Minister Hojo's award ceremony together today?"

Bastard, who told you this? I will not abandon my lovely sister to watch TV with a chuunibyou who talks nonsense. Playing video games is more like it.

Thinking like this, Hikigaya began to think about why he came to Zaimokuza's house as if he was hypnotized, and why he agreed to squeeze in this small and dark space to watch Minister Hojo receive the award.

Suddenly, the cool touch on his left elbow made his confused head clear.

Ah~~

It turns out that the despicable Zaimokuza invited the angel Ayaka in advance. In that case, it’s not a big deal even if we watch together in a small place like this.

"Hey, Zaimokuza, move a little over there, Ayaka won't have room to sit."

He used the words he learned sixteen years ago. What, he was just born at that time? That’s right, I learned it in my last life! Just say it for this moment, for this person!

"Haha, it doesn't matter. Haha, haha. It will make you feel like you are watching the ceremony." Totsuka Ayaka responded with a smile.

Listening to the clear and sweet voice like silver bells, Hikigaya just felt...

Ahem, it’s time to listen to Minister Hojo’s speech attentively.

This incident will definitely be a hot social topic in school next week. Even if we were discussing what to have for lunch one second, the next second we might end up wondering where Hojo-san will go to celebrate after receiving the award.

If I can’t recite the whole text, I’ll finally make friends in the kendo club and class. You may think that you are a nerd who only plays games and watch cartoons on weekends, and you may doubt your sincerity towards Minister Hojo.

The most important thing is that if Hata Goro and the others find out about this, they will definitely get extra training!

Hikigaya Hachiman perked up and checked with Zaimokuza again whether he had recorded the video.

"Of course, I plan to use all of this in my next novel!" Zaimokuza Yoshiki's voice was as loud as his body, making the whole room seem to shake.

Kawaguchi Joichi's rainbow fart finally came to an end. Amid the exclamations of the audience, he asked his own question:

"We all know that human energy is limited, and it is not easy for a person to achieve success in one field. But this law obviously fails for Mr. Hojo. I believe everyone is curious. After so many How does Hojo-sensei master the balance in a field that can be said to be unrelated?"

idiot!

Who wants to listen to what he said? Why did he ask so tactfully? Ask him directly how he studied in school, how to practice kendo best, and where did he get so much time to do things?

Hearing this question, a middle-aged aunt who accidentally turned to this TV station cursed in her heart, and she was already planning to call and complain about this reporter after buying the newspaper tomorrow. She has no professionalism and can't even ask questions.

Next to her, there was a boy who looked reluctant, but was coerced by his mother with pocket money and had to sit on the sofa and watch TV.

"Mom, what's so cool about this? Isn't it just because of a smart brain? What else could it be for?" The boy rolled his eyes, thinking that women just don't have good brains.

"Five hundred dollars, listen carefully to me. It's time for you to decide on high school next year. You won't suffer retribution if you listen to your seniors." The woman grabbed her son's arm. Although her hand was small, it was very powerful. I learned it by grabbing discounted vegetable toilet paper in the supermarket.

"Hi, hi, hi -" the boy drawled.

Hojo Kyosuke obviously had the same idea as this boy. Before he received the gift from Glass, he still had to work hard to get into Tojo City with good grades. However, after receiving the gift from Glass, even the University of Tokyo They all extended an olive branch to him. Talent is really a despairing thing.

As for energy, I'm sorry, even if there is not a drop left tonight, as long as I use Sanye's gift, I will be a good man again tomorrow. What's more, with the gifts he gave from Zhihua, his body has been tempered and tempered, and it is not so easy to reach the limit!

Thinking this, he smiled slightly:

"Human energy is indeed limited, but you can never be sure whether you have really reached your limit. When I get tired from studying and answering questions at night, I wonder if I can have more energy if my body is stronger. How much time do you have to study?

With this idea in mind, I started practicing kendo. As your body becomes stronger, your energy will naturally increase. "

Well, I’m still writing.