Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

"receive!"

Xisaki responded loudly, and then hesitated for two seconds. He felt that there was no need to block the door, so he opened the door, grabbed An Yilun's left leg and dragged him out. During this period, An Yilun was holding his head. His messy-haired head kept rubbing against the ground.

For someone whose elder brother directly told him to deal with it, he no longer needed to restrain himself. Although he was led astray by his elder brother on the first day he became a delinquent in junior high school, and gradually turned into a false delinquent, but before he made up his mind to dominate the country, he had already known a lot of people related to delinquency. Something.

If it were Onizuka and his friends who naively followed the "Ren Xia" delinquency, the biggest form of bullying might be to drag them to the toilet and beat them up, or to use bamboo sticks to drive them to the school playground to jump around a few times. If it was a spanking, he would considerately ask the other person to take off his clothes to avoid getting them dirty. He was so gentle.

But Kisaki Tetsuta is different, he is a person who has the consciousness to become the dark side of the eldest brother.

He is not proficient in all kinds of small tricks that are not on the table, but at least he has no problem in dealing with incompetent and arrogant high school students like An Yilun.

By the way, he was also responsible for Ishida Hidenori’s previous follow-up.

Instead of escorting the other person home as the elder brother said, he took him directly to the nearest station, which was Shinano Station on the Chuo Line. Then he pressed the guy's head against the edge of the platform and described in detail to him what would happen after jumping down and what kind of feeling his head would feel.

He originally thought that he would need to show two videos of other people jumping off the rails in the past before the other party would finally give in. Unexpectedly, even if he just said the words about jumping off the rails, the company that operates the tram would also claim compensation from the family of the deceased. Ishida Hidenori The good-for-nothing guy was so frightened that he screamed, "Honey, I don't dare to do that anymore."

He is really hopeless. It seems that he has already made plans to be the ghost of his wife even if he dies, letting the other party bully him for the rest of his life.

It's even easier to deal with an otaku like An Yilun. As long as the other party's school is determined, there is no need to recruit subordinates in the school. As long as the news like "An Yilun has also offended the Rampant Angel" is revealed, then The bad students nearby will consciously swarm in.

You must know that the real bad guys are creatures who cannot survive without bullying the weak. They are like balloons. The fear of others will make them expand and grow endlessly, but as long as the other party is a little tougher, they will burst like a balloon.

You don't even need to tell the other party how bad An Yilun is, they will figure it out by themselves. An Yilun also licks the desks of female classmates in the class with his tongue every day before class. An Yilun also molests girls on the tram...

Such rumors sound outrageous, but they do not exist in Neon School, and as long as there is one, all kinds of more outrageous and disgusting things will happen to An Yilun. Neon's Campus 80 is often not that exciting. Just saying "that girl likes to lie" is enough to destroy a person. His psychological fragility is incredible, or delicate.

However, because this matter was specially explained by the elder brother, Qisaki did not want to see the accusation against the elder brother in An Yirunya's suicide note, so he decided to use a more upright approach.

In his hand, he still kept the information that his elder brother had asked him to investigate An Yirunya a few years ago. He couldn't remember it because it was too far away in time. Now after hearing the conversation between his elder brother and Miss Sawamura, he finally connected people and memories. .

There is no need to lie at all. As long as he tells his current classmates and neighbors what An Yilun did in elementary school, he will no longer need to do anything.

An Yilun also bullied his classmates in elementary school.

Although the acceptance of two-dimensional culture on campus is now very high, various game clubs and comic research clubs can barely be called popular when recruiting new students on campus. But for people like An Yilun, who chases after strangers with comics and rubs their heads to make money, squeezes away the class teacher to talk about comics and animation during class meetings, and occupies the radio station to play animation songs non-stop during the lunch break. …

Even if a senior A-Zhai hears this, he will feel that the two-dimensional Feng Ping was killed all because of this kind of person. Not to mention ordinary people, this level of badness is comparable to buying lunch and handing over your wallet.

Oh, by the way, now that he is a high school student, An Yilun should also be working part-time, right? No store manager would like someone who squeezes the store manager out of the way to talk about anime during the morning meeting, right?

Although many years have passed since my elementary school days, in a society like Neon, once you are stamped with that mark, you can never get rid of it.

After making up his mind, Tetsuta Kisaki dragged An Yilun down the stairs. The head soon made a thumping sound, which was so sweet that it made Kisaki want to eat watermelon.

Walking downstairs, the group of subordinates who were standing idle and leaning against the wall after wiping the tables and sweeping the floor looked more like violent men now.

Seeing these bastards still staring at him, Tetsuta Kisaki took a deep breath and cursed helplessly:

"How many times have I told you, don't stand with a group of people crowded in the corridor like this! It will scare others! We are a serious animation company, please show some awareness! The commander-in-chief will not be happy if he sees it! "

Really, it’s a rare visit from my eldest brother. What if the patrol comes to investigate later? If you ruin your eldest brother's interest, it will be a big deal.

"yes!"

After hearing the military advisor's instructions, everyone stood up and yelled.

"Baga! You don't look like a good person now!" Kisaki scolded again.

"Military advisor, how about..."

"Call me the special agent!" Kisaki interrupted the driver Hirata Toshitaka.

"Yes! I'm really sorry! I remember, Special Agent Kisaki!" Toshitaka Hirata apologized first, and then said:

"How about changing your work clothes into sportswear?"

"Asshole! I saw you expelled from the organization, and you actually want to be promoted to the commander-in-chief's personal attendant!"

Tetsuta Kisaki only felt his head hurt. He had never thought about taking care of his eldest brother nearby. How dare Hirata have such an idea? Did he want to rebel?

He dragged An Yilunye with his right hand, gently held up his gold-rimmed glasses with his left hand, and raised his eyes to look at the group of guys in front of him.

Toshitaka Hirata, driver and sales manager, has a big head and looks like a game character with insufficient funds.

Ryozo Sanada, who is in charge of reception and foreign affairs, has medium-long hair and narrow eyes. He looks like a professional killer when hiding in the dark.

Okawa Miracle, the person in charge of the equipment department, has naturally curly hair that is dull yellow, and wears black wide glasses. He should obviously look very honest, but no matter how you look at it, he seems to be mentally disturbed, but whether it is a computer or He is very proficient in the maintenance of other equipment.

Kojima Madou…

Tetsuta Kisaki glanced around and felt that apart from his eldest brother, he was the only one in the company who looked like a good person. No wonder the neighbors misunderstood him.

Hirata Toshitaka looked at the military advisor. Although he was just holding his glasses in an ordinary manner, there was an insidious aura about him, as if a cobra had straightened up and was about to attack at any time, making people feel chilled all over.

"What, what's wrong, Special Agent Kisaki? Is the commander-in-chief angry?" After being pushed by the person behind him, he stepped forward and asked. He said this because he saw the dead man dragging in the hands of the military counselor.

"I'm looking at your fingers." Tetsuta Kisaki said thoughtfully.

"finger?"

Hirata Toshitaka swallowed. He had been working behind Tetsuta Kisaki all night, and he knew that there was a huge mistake in the company. Someone has to be responsible for something like this.

"Do you want one or two?" He gritted his teeth and asked. Although he didn't understand why the military advisor told him not to behave like a violent person before and now he had to cut off his own finger, he still decided to admit his mistake.

"Huh? Of course it's ten!"

Kisaki frowned, not knowing what this idiot was talking about.

"Ten!?"

Everyone in the corridor shouted together, and the air in the entire space was sucked out instantly. Everyone looked at Tetsuta Kirisaki in horror.

It is indeed not a violent gang. How can a violent gang compare with our strict rules? ?

Hirata Shunlong turned pale with fright. He felt as if his fingers had disappeared. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't feel it.

"Yes, I was thinking about how to let the neighbors see your ten intact fingers." Kisaki Tetsuta said.

"It's this ten!"

"That's great, Brother Hirata! My finger is saved!"

"Oh, what do you mean by saving! Since you have made a mistake, you should give your finger to the commander-in-chief!" Hirata Toshitaka said with sobs. No matter how tough a guy is, he can't bear the joy and sorrow of losing two girlfriends. Want to cry.

"In this case, our company's reputation here should improve." Tetsuta Kisaki continued.

"Well, I think what needs to be shown most is your fingers, which are dedicated to you!" Okawa Miraculous from the equipment department stood up and said. For him who is obsessed with electrical appliances, nothing is more important than his fingers.

"Mine?" Xisaki was confused.

"Yes, after all, not everyone is qualified to cut off their fingers." Okawa Miracle continued, and the others nodded together. On the streets of Tokyo, if you can be the person in charge of a neighborhood, you must not have a little finger.

"That's right." Xisaki nodded, and while thinking about how to show his ten intact fingers to the neighbors, he threw An Yilun out as well.

"This person is here to cause trouble in the company. You know what to do, right? If you don't understand, call Onizuka."

After leaving these words, he walked upstairs. Although the possibility was very small, maybe he still needed to drag someone down?

"Oh hiss!" Hirata Shunlong and others shouted in unison.

"No! I don't want to cut off my fingers! I still have my fingers to play with the figures!!!"

An Yilun, who had been as motionless as a dead man, also got up, using his hands and feet to push through the crowd and rush towards the door. But it's a pity that these former members of the Rampage Angels were selected by Qisaki to join the company. In addition to those with special talents, they are physically superior, more like Italian or Russian gangsters, or bodyguards than neon gangsters. Two people were enough to block the corridor, so how could An Yilun escape?

Neither Tetsuta Kisaki, who had been thinking about how to show the company's friendly image, nor his subordinates who had just been scolded not to act like violent elements, felt any surprise about Erenya Aki's rampage.

After all, the person they were following was Hojo Kyosuke.

What they longed for was the unparalleled violence that was the best in the world. They were deeply impressed by the absolute power and were willing to crawl under the command of that adult and act as lackeys.

Not sure if it was an illusion, Akane Benisaka felt as if she heard Aki Rinya's screams. How is it possible? Didn't that loser have a concussion? It's impossible to wake up so quickly.

She raised her head and looked at Hojo Kyousuke standing in front of her, feeling as if she felt the despair and helplessness she felt when she saw her debut as a piece of shit.

Just when she couldn't help but wonder if the other party was going to stab her in the head, the man opposite spoke.

"President Hongsaka, do you know what the so-called business war is?"

The man's voice was clear and clear, and his expression was gentle and gentle. There was no hint of the ferocious and beast-like attitude just now. The two completely different faces switch freely, just like a schizophrenic madman.

No, wait, judging from Hojo Kyousuke's past works with completely different styles, he might not be normal, but not necessarily!

The moment this idea popped into his head, Akane Benisaka was surprisingly not afraid anymore. After all, if you really want to say it, I am not a normal person! Which normal person can sacrifice his life for his works like himself?

"Business competition? The simplest thing is to poach the key figures of the other company and cut off the other party's development possibilities like I did today."

After realizing that she and Hojo Kyosuke were actually of the same kind, the woman regained some of her previous energy.

"No, no, no, this is far from the easiest." Hojo Kyousuke chuckled and shook his head, looking at Akane Benisaka with gentle eyes like a model teacher, encouraging the other party to continue talking.

"Use overwhelming advertising to instill the product into the minds of the audience."

"No."

"Stealing each other's ideas and blueprints?"

"No."

“Be the first to fill all the gaps in the market with garbage?”

"No."

Hojo Kyosuke shook his head again, and had no intention of letting Akane Benisaka talk anymore. This woman's head was still a little stiff.

"A philosopher once said that the weapon of criticism cannot replace the weapon of criticism. And I have just shown you the simplest way of business warfare."

He raised the "silver" in his hand and shook it at Akane Akane, his smile still gentle.

Akane Hongsaka swallowed and realized again that the philosopher, no, this person's brain was not normal. Does this mean that if you don’t succeed, you will draw your sword and chop?

"That's true. It's really the simplest business war." She nodded stiffly, with a hundred thoughts running through her mind. I wonder if you are still a writer? Is the violence too much? Shouldn’t a writer’s violence be violence against himself?

"President Hongsaka showed me the strength of you and Mars before we met."

Hojo Kyosuke lowered his head and looked at the knife in his hand. Even if his head was tilted so ugly, the shiny black scabbard was not dim at all, and the lightning patterns on it were still beautiful.

“But please remember one thing, the so-called power is not something built with money and power that can be knocked down at a push, but absolute power that can cut through anything in front of it!

And when I hold this power, it is not easy to restrain myself from stepping on ants without crushing them to death. "

Saying this, he pulled out the sword with his right hand, without looking, the bright silver light of the sword drew a sharp and graceful arc, and sheathed the sword.

Akane Benisaka was wondering if this lunatic was playing with chopping atomic nuclei, when he saw that the chair he had been sitting on had been carefully split in half from the middle, even the metal components were no exception.

monster!

The woman's eyes widened and her mouth opened wide enough to swallow the entire hilt of the sword.

What kind of monster is this! ? This can no longer be explained by the extraordinary motor nerves! She sat in that chair for a long time! Of course I knew it wasn't some prop that had been manipulated in advance.

How could there be such a powerful person in the world? Why not rule the world?

Her eyes moved back and forth between Hojo Kyousuke's face and "Shirogane". She now knows what it means to step on an ant without crushing it, which is a very difficult thing. Yirun Aki, as well as those guys who faced off against Kyousuke Hojo in kendo competitions before, should really be thankful that this man has such amazing control over power.

"The next time you think about what you want to do with that huge multimedia empire, please remember that I also command the most violent organization in Tokyo."

Hojo Kyosuke took a step back, holding the knife casually in his left hand, and raised his right hand towards the door.

"That's right! Even if Kyosuke wants to be the Prime Minister, Kisaki and the others will assassinate the Prime Minister!" Eiri also spoke up at the right time, threatening her with a fake tone.

Haha, how could there be such an idiot?

Although he was still shocked by Hojo Kyosuke's unparalleled strength, Akane Benisaka subconsciously complained in his heart.

"That's right!" Xisaki, who had just walked to the door, responded loudly. If the elder brother really had such thoughts, then he would immediately organize a top-secret assassination team. He walked into the room, puffing out his chest proudly.

"Haha... What a loyal subordinate."

Akane Hongsaka laughed twice, and after thinking for two seconds, she decided to ease the relationship between the two parties that was also damaged by An Yilun.

"That, although it may be inappropriate for me to say. But do you need help with today's interview? If you don't mind, I can contact those people personally."

"Hmph, do you really think that kind of thing can cause trouble to Kyosuke?"

Ying Lili said proudly with her hands on her hips, her voice was clear and sweet.

"Um?"

Hearing this, Akane Benisaka looked at Hojo Kyosuke in confusion.

"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you. Excuse me, is this the interview venue?"

A strange voice suddenly appeared at the door.

Um? ? ?

Is this company so evil? What do you mean?

Akane Kurisaka turned her head, wanting to see who broke through her own blockade and came to the carbonated interview.

If Hojo Kyosuke wasn't so powerful, he would probably be an angel if he still came for the interview, right?

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Also, in case some people don’t know, I would like to add that my description of An Yilun Ye is all the same words mentioned in the original text of the novel. In the school, he dragged Amway, a stranger, and pushed the teacher aside to talk about anime and the like. They were all exactly the same as in the original work, and they were not deliberately discredited, although he did not need to be discredited.