Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

"Well, if Yukinoshita is really reluctant to let me go, pick up Glass a little later..."

"No need!"

After a few brief words, Hojo Kyosuke walked out of the service department activity room amid Yamauchi Sakura's farewells.

“Have a nice trip and go home early~~”

The crisp and energetic sound rippled in the spring breeze. The students gathered in twos and threes in the garden below the multimedia building unconsciously raised their heads to look at the source of the sound.

At the window in the middle of the fourth floor, a brown-haired girl stretched out most of her body. She was stroking the window sill with one hand and shaking her hand up and down. Her long, silky hair was swaying in the wind, and the smile on her face was breathtaking. I feel happy when I see it,

It's embarrassing to say that, even though they knew that those words were not directed at them, the boys and girls below all had a strong impulse to respond to her loudly, shouting "I'm not going anywhere, I'm just staying at home with you." ”.

"If you have a girlfriend like this, why not join a knitting club?"

A member of the football club who was running around the school looked up at the energetic girl, murmuring infatuatedly, but before he could finish his words, he was kicked in the butt by the person behind him and immediately rolled on the ground. A ball.

This man is stupid as hell, but he is worthy of being a member of the football team. He is as skilled in rolling on the ground as he is in eating and drinking. He is like rolling in soybean noodles three times, and his whole body is evenly covered in dust. Since there is no referee, So he immediately got up, looked at the people behind him angrily, and yelled:

"Futura, why did you kick me, you bastard!"

"Idiot Owada, you should be thanking me for saving you." Futura shook his head and didn't say much. He just raised his hand and pointed at the person who was slowly walking out of the multimedia building.

Owada became even more angry when he heard this, but he looked up after being persuaded. In just a moment, the rising anger in my heart and the heat caused by running disappeared in an instant, and my heart felt half cold.

I saw a black-haired boy stopping and looking back upstairs under the cherry blossom tree that had changed from a brocade of cherry blossoms to a canopy of green shade.

In the garden in front of the multimedia, there were twenty or thirty students reading and chatting. At this moment, they all looked up at the stairs, but Owada could see this boy in the crowd at a glance. Of course, it's not that he has amazing eyesight. If he had that level of vision, he wouldn't have said those words just now. The reason why he was able to find the real owner after his friend pointed at him casually was that the black-haired boy was too conspicuous.

He was obviously wearing the same school uniform as everyone else, but the black-haired boy was as bright as Kui Sujiu in the dark night. He was just standing there, but he was as hard to ignore as Yuan Ting Yue Zhi.

The girl who leaned out of the window upstairs had a smile as bright as a flower, and her words made people happy; the young man who stopped downstairs and raised his head looked like a spring cherry, and raised his hand as if no one was watching and responded loudly:

"I'll bring midnight snacks back—"

When he saw the black-haired boy and was about to turn around, Owada didn't even dare to pat the dust off his butt, and hurriedly ran back to the running team.

"Thank you Nimura. I'll treat you to kibi dango later." He sincerely thanked the friend who attacked his butt.

"How many strings?" Nimura asked.

"Jukusushi! The one from Sanshou Town!" Yamada gritted his teeth.

"Haha, okay, then I won't tell Guangchuan and the others about this."

"You unloyal guy..."

Owada laughed and cursed, but his eyes cautiously looked at certain people in the team.

"The relationship between Brother Hojo and Yamauchi-san is still so good."

"Haha, isn't that of course? If one day I don't see the two of them showing off their affection, I will wonder if I have gone crazy."

"Ah, I really wish I had a childhood sweetheart like this."

"Do you remember that you didn't?"

"Asshole, please show some respect to me. Anyone weighing more than 200 pounds must be called a hero."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Looking at the man's soy sauce-like face, a burst of laughter suddenly broke out in the team. Just listening to their conversation, one can tell that these people obviously know Hojo Kyosuke.

Owada also laughed a few times in agreement, feeling glad that those people didn't hear the stupid thing he just said. If this is heard, he will definitely be asked to guard the goal by these guys who admire Hojo Kyousuke greatly later in training, and then kick the football on his handsome face.

Not to mention that Owada was worried about his wallet. Another person in the team who was also smiling perfunctorily was still looking at the fourth floor with his peripheral vision.

But what he was looking at was not the energetic girl with half her body stretched out of the classroom, but the helpless black-haired girl behind him.

As if she was worried that the girl would fall out of the window, the black-haired girl tightly grabbed the former's body with both hands and tried to pull her back. But helpless, even though Hojo Kyosuke downstairs can no longer be seen, the girl still refuses to retract her body, and the interest on her face has not diminished at all. Just now she was saying goodbye, and now she is looking for a game, even if she can still see a little bit The shadow was enough to make her happy.

It wasn't until the black-haired girl opened her mouth angrily and said something that the energetic girl shrank back angrily.

Yuki... Yukinoshita... seems a little different.

Hayama Hayato's eyes were complicated, and he didn't come back to his senses until someone around him patted his shoulder.

"Hayato? What are you looking at?"

It was obviously a very common question, but it was difficult for Hayama Hayato to answer. If time went back to before the third grade of elementary school, he could calmly answer that he was looking at his friend. But now he could only force out a hearty fake smile and replied:

"Looking at my classmates."

"Ah, it's Hojo-san, right? It would be great if I could get him to join the football club. Any one of those long legs could jump over my head with the ball."

"Haha, not only that, if Brother Hojo shoots and you keep the goal, I'm afraid you will be pushed into the goal even if you catch the ball." A person from behind laughed and teased.

"Asshole, what about you!"

"Me? Of course I escaped immediately! My life is more important than guarding the door!"

This confident statement immediately caused laughter and curses from the people around him.

"Asshole! Just be quiet!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting better and better, the head of the football department who was leading the running team quickly scolded him. If the school leaders saw such a noisy running, the department's funds might be cut.

After hearing the minister's words, everyone also shut their mouths, but they were still fooling around like you bump into me and I squeeze you.

Hayama Hayato turned his head and looked at the boy walking towards the school gate.

Hojo Kyosuke...

His eyes were more complex, filled with gratitude, uneasiness, and expectation...

At the school gate, as soon as Hojo Kyousuke walked out of the school gate, a black car stopped smoothly.

Since Tetsuta Kirisaki was not there, no one got out of the car and opened the door. It's not that Toshitaka Hirata, the driver, doesn't want to do it, but his elder brother doesn't allow it, saying it's too high-profile. Although he didn't understand how high-profile it was to drive to the school gate to pick him up and then get out of the car and open the door, he had no choice but to listen.

As the car drove towards Shibuya area, Hojo Kyousuke took out his mobile phone and opened his mailbox to start processing emails.

One of them was from the duo, no, it was from the duo Onibaku. When I clicked on it, it was a photo. Onizuka and Danma were smiling so happily that you could see their back molars when their mouths were wide open. . Behind the two of them were Tomamura, the leader of the Yamazakura group who was smiling more than crying, and other members.

Onitsuka, does he want to take advantage of the opportunity to annex the Yamazakura group?

Hojo Kyosuke was confused, but after thinking about it, he felt that Onizuka didn't seem like a guy with that kind of brain and ambition. If Toma Village had a daughter between seventeen and twenty-eight, it might be possible.

In a serious and responsible manner, he replied:

"You can't become a high school teacher if you don't graduate because of too many absences."

"I can't help but stay here. I've become good friends with the student section principal!" - Onizuka Eikichi

Um? ? Onitsuka actually has this ability?

Hojo Kyosuke raised his eyebrows, very surprised. He wouldn't be surprised to hear that Onizuka was beaten because of his teacher's fault, but becoming friends?

"When Yingji went for a ride last week, he met the student section chief who was being robbed. The section chief still remembered him because he had done ideological work for him before, so he asked Yingji for help, but Yingji thought that It was his former enemy who came to him and beat up the robber and the section chief." - Ryuji Danma

"Hahahahaha, we have become good friends anyway, just like you and Mr. Toma became good friends, big brother." - Onizuka Eikichi

Hojo Kyosuke nodded, that's how we became friends, so it's okay.

"It's better to learn more knowledge, otherwise it will be embarrassing if you don't know anything in class."

"Brother, although you are great at picking up girls, you are too naive when it comes to being a high school teacher. Of course, to be a teacher, you have to be a physical education teacher! Briefs, dead water, back-to-back stretching, leg presses, artificial respiration... Hiss, no way. I have to find a way to graduate early!" - Onizuka Eikichi

"Actually, it's not bad to be another teacher. It's nice to be a physical education teacher, but it's not convenient for after-school tutoring... and home visits and so on." - Ryuji Danma

"..."

As the topic gradually deviated, Hojo Kyosuke quickly switched pages, thinking whether these two people were not suitable for being teachers.

However, considering that this is neon talk, maybe this is a serious teacher?

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about it. These two people were the kind of people who had a thief's heart and courage, but were also inexplicably gentlemen. In gym class, he would drool and stare at the girls from Shikusui, but he would sincerely apologize to Dogeza when he was slapped. If I have to say it, a dirty good guy?

Clicking on the next message, it was from Ying Lili. She didn't say anything else, but just told her that she would go home and live there today. The only thing worth noting is:

"Remember to explain it to Aunt Miyoko for me! It's definitely not because they came to live at home that I left. There are really important things! And Kashiko, well, sister Kashiko will be very sad if she can't see me. Yes, if she starts to cry, please make a video call to me immediately, and I will coax Kaashiko-sama away right away!"

The blond princess talked a lot.

Ha, naive.

The corners of Hojo Kyosuke's mouth turned up, and he laughed twice with a strange expression.

I don’t know why Yinglili has the illusion that her sister will cry sadly when she can’t see her. Is she too stupid, or is her sister’s behavior too confusing?

Did she forget what happened that morning so quickly?

"Stupid woman, this is the breakfast that Onii-chan made for me!"

The milk-scented child's voice was cherished and stored in the folder in Hojo Kyosuke's brain. These words could make Eri's heart turn to stone, but make him, an older brother, have a cute heart.

"Okay, I'll tell Kaeko that Eri-san went to buy her a gift."

He suppressed a smile and replied, with an inexplicable feeling of pride in his heart. She was indeed my sister. In just two days, Yinglili was so fascinated that she wished she could have three or four daughters immediately.

"Definitely! I will go back immediately tomorrow!"

Yinglili over there seemed to be standing by her phone and immediately replied to the message.

Hojo Kyousuke replied to a few more messages, until a message with the content "Chop Knife Kitchen Knife" popped up, and he said goodbye to Eri Riri.

The bloody kitchen knife was certainly not a threatening text message, but it was more like it. The sender's ID was "Mr. Spencer".

How could Hojo Kyosuke, who knew the right things by hearing the strings and was considerate, have the heart to disturb the precious time of the Spencer family's reunion?

Wait, precious time? There seems to be something wrong with this...

No matter what, Ying Lili will be back tomorrow anyway, and I can still say a few good words to Mr. Spencer by then.

The next message was sent by Tsuyoshi Aisaka, saying that President Kono of the Mystery Writers Association had set a banquet date for this Saturday.

banquet? Hojo Kyosuke was stunned. Fortunately, his invincible brain did not only remember things related to beautiful girls like his master. If this invincible brain was as good-looking as the people of the Hojo family, a middle-aged uncle like Aisaka Tsuyoshi would have been a long time ago. It was kicked out of the memory bank.

It was a banquet to canvass votes for me, allowing me to convince the two socialist committee members.

But last time at the Carbonated Company, didn't Aisaka pull Naito Akashi and ask him to help him solve this problem?

Hojo Kyousuke thought he just had to wait to receive the award, but he didn't expect that he would have to take action himself. This old senior was too unreliable.

With this in mind, he sent an extremely disgusting message. He and Tsuyoshi Aisaka were already the kind of friends who could talk about middle-aged ailments, so this level of joking was completely okay.

Over there, Tsuyoshi Aisaka immediately replied to the message. As expected of a writer of girls' novels, chatting online was different from real life. He even sent me a cute emoticon of a little girl rolling her eyes.

"Would it be better to send the trophy and bonus directly to your home?"

"That would be great. Formalism has fallen behind. As a mystery novelist, don't you know that occasions like award ceremonies are the most likely to have murders? Or is Oisaka-san planning to kill me on that day? murder?"

Hojo Kyosuke replied with a smile.

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