Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Chapter 366 Someone wants to know if the "handless devil" has been influenced by an angel.

The sun rose as usual, and Tetsuta Kisaki had already put his phone in his pocket.

After taking the hot wet towel handed over by the subordinate next to him and wiping his face, his expression returned to calm. It was as if there was another person who was frantically making phone calls and was so angry that he was hysterical. However, the hands hanging on both sides of his trousers had been clenched into fists, and veins bulged out from using them.

"Commander, what should we do next? It's not far from the time for big brother to get up..." Next to him, Toshitaka Hirata, who also stayed up all night and ran around all night under the command of Kisaki, asked with an anxious expression.

Hearing this, Tetsuta Kisaki clenched his teeth again and his cheeks bulged out, and his eyes as yellow as his hair bloomed with infinite ferocious brilliance.

After two seconds of silence, he regained his composure again. Except for those violent eyes, no one could see any emotion from him:

"Don't do anything. When big brother gets enough sleep, he will solve everything."

When she said these words, red blood flowed from Qisaki's clenched fists, and her nails had dug deeply into her flesh.

inability! You are so incompetent, Tetsuta Kisaki! What an incompetent subordinate!

How can you still have the nerve to follow that adult like this? Is it just because he is so powerful that he can solve everything without any help? In that case, where is your value? What is the meaning of your existence? Why do you use that adult's power to realize your dream?

The taste of rust appeared in his mouth, and Xisaki's eyes became more and more fierce.

If the eldest brother hadn't strictly prohibited his subordinates from sitting down, Xisaki would have knelt at the door of Ruyi Lao. Of course, before that, he would kill the woman first. The ugly head was made of salt and presented to the eldest brother in a fine black persimmon wood box as an apology.

Just like what my elder brother said, when you encounter difficulties, just close your eyes and sleep. If you can't solve the difficulties, then just get rid of the people who caused them. Isn't that what I have always done?

I am Tetsuta Kisaki. I am a person who dreams of standing in the shadow of my elder brother and climbing to the top of the world with him. It should be my nature to do all kinds of evil!

Countless crazy thoughts collided in Xisaki's head, and his nails dug into his flesh more and more.

Finally, his palms lay flat, hanging naturally on both sides of his legs. The madness on his face faded a lot, and then he spoke calmly without looking back:

"Don't call me military advisor, call me executive. My eldest brother is the president. And you are the driver and the person in charge of general affairs."

After a pause, Xisaki's eyes became a little dark:

"Remember who you are."

This is what the eldest brother said to himself.

"Yes!" Hirata Toshitaka quickly stood up and bowed, then stood behind Kisaki with his face down and breathless.

The sun slowly rises, and the white morning light slowly dispels the early morning mist. This should have been a pleasant sunny day, but now it felt a bit more eerie.

The street lights went out, and the sunlight cast their shadows on the wall, growing longer and shorter.

The chatter of the ladies who got up early with their shopping baskets stopped abruptly when they walked to the door of Ruyi House. They carefully glanced at the two silent men in black suits with doubts and horror on their faces, and quickly moved away from the other side of the road. .

"Take, Mrs. Takemura, is that Hojo-san's home, right?" Mrs. Oda, whose husband is a dentist, asked in a low voice with an uncertain expression, looking back carefully from time to time.

"Yeah..." Mrs. Takemura is the little red of the red, yellow and blue triplets who lives in front of Hojo Kyosuke's house. Her husband runs a clothing factory. Unlike Mrs. Oda who is confused and uncertain, she has more contact with Hojo Kyosuke now. Just a face full of gossip.

"What should I do? Should I call the police? Or call Hojo-san?"

Mrs. Oda continued to ask. When she spoke, the two of them were already standing on the street corner. Now they pretended to be standing here chatting, but in fact, they were both leaning sideways and looking at Ruyi Liao and the two black suits at the door.

"Why call the police?" Mrs. Takemura was stunned, and then she heard that Mrs. Oda probably didn't remember Tetsuta Kisaki, the person who came with Hojo Kyosuke to give moving gifts, so she quickly explained:

"That's a subordinate from Hojo-san's company. Judging from his expression, I'm afraid he has something important to do."

It was because she knew this that she could join in the fun at close range with such confidence, otherwise she would have to run farther away.

"Subordinate? Then why don't you just ring the doorbell?" Mrs. Oda was stunned.

"Oh, you can tell by that expression that you must have messed up the matter!" Mrs. Takemura is very experienced in this matter. After her husband's subordinates messed up the matter, their wives had this expression when they invited her out to give gifts. , absolutely can’t go wrong!

But these two people are really stupid. At this time, if they don't quickly seek help from the girls around Hojo-san, why are they just standing here?

"That's it." Mrs. Oda suddenly realized, and then said in surprise: "I didn't expect that Hojo-san usually looks so gentle, but is he such a stern person in the hearts of his subordinates?"

"Anyone who is not strict would have gone bankrupt long ago." Mrs. Takemura said disdainfully, so even though they all live in the same residential street, everyone's layout is still different. There is no comparison between the one who runs a small clinic and the one at home.

"That's right." Mrs. Oda nodded, thinking of her husband's harsh attitude towards the little girls in the clinic, and she felt deeply convinced, but her expression quickly changed:

"The supermarket activities have begun!"

"Ah!" Mrs. Takemura glanced at her watch, her face changed, she glanced at Ruyi Liao with reluctance, and quickly caught up with Mrs. Oda in front of her. Today was a special day for green onions, and they were special-grade green onions shipped from Saitama. It’s 20% cheaper than usual!

Time passed slowly, and when the two housewives finished their shopping in the supermarket and walked back to the block with their overstuffed bamboo baskets, chatting and laughing, they saw a familiar person at the door of Ruyi House. .

"Good morning, Hojo-san."

The two wives said hello in surprise. Hojo Kyousuke actually left home so early today? You must know that in the past, those who would get up at this hour were usually the brown-haired little girl Nishimiya Shoko who spoke softly, or Yukino Momoka who looked like a classical oil painting beauty. Occasionally, the girl named Yamauchi Sakura would follow with a yawn. Together.

Yes, the girls have successfully integrated into this quiet and peaceful neighborhood and have become familiar with the housewives.

"Good morning, the harvest is good, Mrs. Takemura, Mrs. Oda." Hojo Kyosuke greeted with a smile.

"Yes! Today is really amazing. I thought the green onions in Saitama Prefecture were on sale, but..."

Mrs. Takemura became excited as soon as she talked about this. She was about to walk towards Hojo Kyousuke with a basket in hand and started to show off her victory. But as soon as she took a step forward, she saw the two men in black suits who were bowing at ninety degrees. Although the smile on Hojo-san's face was still as gentle as usual, the two men in front of her seemed to be about to break their waists. Reminding her.

Hojo Kyosuke is not as gentle as he seems on the surface.

"Stand to the side." Hojo Kyosuke's smile remained unchanged and he said in a calm tone.

"Yes!" X2

Kisaki Tetsuta and Hirata Toshitaka didn't say any unnecessary nonsense and stood directly against the wall.

"Look at this radish, it was definitely no more than two days ago when it was dug out of the soil. It's so fresh!" Mrs. Oda came over and lifted a clean white radish from the basket.

"Oh! It's amazing, it looks delicious!" Hojo Kyosuke exclaimed in unison.

"Right! I'll bring you some later."

"And green onions too."

"Haha, then I'll start looking forward to it." Hojo Kyosuke didn't refuse. Doing this kind of thing with neighbors is very helpful for maintaining relationships. Their family usually does this kind of thing. Even Erili brought a crisper box to deliver some Second-rate.

It was rare to see a big celebrity in this neighborhood free. Mrs. Oda wanted to continue chatting for a while, but she was dragged away by Mrs. Takemura. There was obviously something going on.

"Then we'll leave first."

"Well, see you later." Hojo Kyosuke said goodbye with a smile.

After the two housewives walked for a while, they turned around and saw a classic neon light truck parked in front of Hojo Kyosuke's house. Staff wearing uniforms with the words "Omura Food Hall" on them got out of the truck. , constantly unloading plastic baskets filled with ingredients one after another from the car.

"It's so rich..." Mrs. Oda muttered to herself with her eyes blank.

"Yes." Mrs. Takemura also nodded. Even though both families are already considered middle-class, ordering vegetables and meat from high-end stores is still a bit luxurious. It's not that it's impossible, but it's completely no need.

But after thinking about the people living in Ruyi House, they had to admit that any man would never be stingy in these places when there were so many beauties living at home.

On this side, Kisaki did not express himself by stepping forward to help the food hall employees move vegetables. Instead, he took a brown paper folder from Hirata Toshitaka and handed it to Hojo Kyousuke with a bow.

"Come in, Hirata, go and help Komura-san. Then go back to the car and stand by."

Hojo Kyosuke smiled and nodded to the food hall Komura, then walked into the house with Kisaki, and then crossed the living room directly to the courtyard without stopping. The metal blinds in the living room behind him also dropped again, blocking the view here.

Without his instructions, Qisaki skillfully went to the tool room and took out the folding table and chairs, laid them out, wiped the dust, bowed, and stood aside to wait for the next instruction.

Because there are too many female relatives at home, Hojo Kyosuke rarely talks to his subordinates at home, and when he does, he always chooses to do so in the courtyard. You need to be more careful in the morning like this, because there are always some idiots who will walk out of the room disheveled for some unknown purpose.

Xisaki is also very clear about this. If his eldest brother had not spoken, he would not have stepped into Ruyi Lao at this time even if he was killed. If he saw something he shouldn't have seen, he would definitely execute him without hesitation due to his coldness. of.

Sitting on the chair, Hojo Kyousuke crossed his legs, put the brown paper bag on his legs and slowly opened it, without looking back he said directly:

"sit."

Kisaki Tetsuta gritted his teeth, feeling that he was not qualified to sit, but he knew that what his elder brother hated most was repetition.

He sat down with a serious face, lowered his head, and clenched his hands into fists on his knees, as if he was expecting Kyosuke Hojo to draw his sword and chop off his useless head.

Pulling out the document, before starting to read it, Hojo Kyosuke suddenly smelled the smell of blood. When he turned around, he saw that Kisaki's clenched fists began to ooze blood again.

"There is a medical kit in the tool room, take care of it yourself."

"This little injury, no...it is!"

Kisaki originally wanted to experience the sense of atonement that the pain brought to her, but the moment Hojo Kyosuke raised his head, he lost all courage to speak, stood up numbly, and walked towards the tool room again.

Hojo Kyosuke opened the folder, and the top pile was full of character files. They were talents that Kisaki contacted with the help of his connections and headhunters who were willing to change jobs to his studio.

Well, in fact, most of them cannot be called talents. At most, they are parts that allow them to build an animation studio. The few people who can be called talents are all the people he met at BOX Animation Production Company when he participated in the production of "One Punch Man", as well as a few people introduced through the relationship between two editors. The comics were Cut in half the cartoonist who lost his dream.

The interview day was set for today, the anniversary of his and Ying Lili's acquaintance. This studio was his gift to the girl.

From the selection of personnel to the creation of the project, he hopes that every step can be filled with shared memories between the two, just like when they drew "One Punch Man".

In the conference room of BOX Animation Production Company, while watching the broadcast of "One Punch Man" together, the dazzling and wonderful smile that bloomed on Ying Lili's face was the only scenery he had ever seen in his life. That smile, he hoped, would become a permanent expression on the girl's face in the days to come.

But now, these character files are marked with bright red marks.

"Confirmed to give up the interview"

Early this morning, after defeating the evil bed that wanted to hug him tightly, he got up happily and wanted to prepare a hearty breakfast for his family. However, when he opened the door, he saw Tetsuta Kisaki and told himself Such sad news.

Whether it was the people contacted by the headhunting company or the people contacted through their own connections, they all chose to give up the interview overnight. Most people even blacklisted Kisaki's phone number.

This is crazy...

Hojo Kyosuke instantly had the urge to punch through the wall. At that moment, the murderous aura that emerged from his body made his two subordinates turn pale with fear.

But in fact, looking at Tetsuta Kisaki who looked fierce and seemed ready to commit seppuku at any moment, Hojo Kyosuke didn't actually feel much blame in his heart.

Kisaki is still too young, he still needs to grow up. When facing those truly powerful people, his face that couldn't hide his thoughts was enough to swallow him whole.

Kisaki Tetsuta quickly returned with the medical kit and began to disinfect the wound with a gloomy face. The pain did not change his expression at all.

"Don't look so ugly. Today is a big day for our carbonated animation studio."

Hojo Kyosuke said with a smile.

"Yes." Xisaki's trembling lips showed an ugly smile.

"Even when you are pointed at a gun and pushed to the edge of a cliff, remember to smile, Kisaki."

Hojo Kyosuke stuffed the documents back into the document bag, squinted at the rising sun in front of him that was slowly becoming dazzling, and continued speaking unhurriedly:

"Only by making the other person unable to see clearly what you are thinking can you convince him that, in fact, the cliff behind you is not a cliff, but a sea of ​​flowers planted with sunflowers. Only in this way, when he wants to come over and find out, can you There is a chance to jump into the abyss with him."

"..." Xisaki stopped cleaning the wound, and the fierceness and gloominess on his face turned into calmness at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although he could not smile, he was expressionless at least:

"yes."

"That's right. You are my military advisor. If you panic, everyone will think I'm about to die."

"yes!"

It's like this, Qisaki has always known this. As long as his elder brother is here, there is no difficulty that cannot be solved. What he hates is his own incompetence.

"Don't let people see through your thoughts easily."

"yes!"

"Do you know who did it?"

Hojo Kyosuke's smile is still gentle. It's understandable that he can't solve the dilemma, but it doesn't mean he can't even determine who his opponent is, right? In this case……

The pair of black eyes that gilded the sunlight with a layer of golden color looked at Tetsuta Kisaki. He believed that his subordinates would not be such useless people.

"Yes, the other party doesn't seem to want to hide it."

Qisaki reached for the document bag, pulled out a character file from the bottom, and handed it to her eldest brother respectfully.

Hojo Kyosuke took it and looked at the information on it, his expression unchanged.