Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

The movement of the world will not be deflected by someone's will. This is something Yukinoshita Yukino realized at a very young age.

Therefore, she could only selectively ignore someone who was shamelessly playing a feeding game, and tried her best to seal Sakura and Glass to prevent them from opening their mouths in front of Hojo Kyosuke. If her long-awaited lunch time really turned out like that, she would definitely go crazy.

And the so-called "seal" means sacrificing one's life to feed the devil.

"Ah~~"

As long as she opens her mouth obediently, Sakura and Glass will have no time to find Hojo Kyosuke.

All this is for the sake of fairness and justice in the world, and it is definitely not that she really believed Yamauchi Sakura's lies.

Really, who in the world would go to the rooftop to feed their friends lunch during lunch time?

Thinking like this, Yukinoshita swallowed a bite of chicken steak with difficulty.

"Don't shove a whole piece of chicken steak into my mouth. It was designed to be eaten in two bites."

The girl wiped the oil stains on her lips with a white handkerchief and guided the feeder, who was not at all skilled at all. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but wonder, how many times has Hojo Kyousuke done this kind of thing, and why is he so skilled? Teacher Yukino’s expression looks like she is enjoying it!

"Huh? Is that so? But I think I need to take a big bite to enjoy it."

Sakura was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and looked at the lunch box. It looked like it was the size of a bite.

"But why does even a chicken steak have to be specially designed?"

"Although the chicken cutlet is already cold, as long as the humidity in the lunch box is well controlled, the bread crumbs on the surface of the chicken cutlet will still remain crispy at noon. If you swallow it whole, you will not be able to fully experience the bread crumbs crumbling under your teeth. The crackling taste can only be achieved by properly biting it in half. The moment the teeth come into contact with the chicken steak, the bread crumbs with the aroma of oil, the juicy chicken wrapped under the crispy coating... the cooking is not Such a simple thing!”

Under the astonished eyes of Glass, Yukinoshita talked eloquently.

To be honest, there is not only a professional chef with a license to open a shop in the family, but also an even more powerful resident chef, but both of them can only focus on making delicious dishes, and basically will not explain the details of the food design in such detail. significance.

"Only Yukinoshita-san would notice such details," Glass said sincerely.

"This kind of thing is just common sense, and...Besides, Hojo is better at cooking than me. He specially considered my food when he ate at Ruyi Lao last time..."

Yukinoshita's voice gradually became quieter. She didn't know whether it was because she thought of the thoughtfulness in the food Hojo Kyosuke made last time, or because she realized that the two girls around her were eating the same level of food as Hojo Kyosuke every day.

"Ah~~"

"What are you doing?"

The girl frowned and looked at Sakura, who was leaning forward with her upper body in front of her, her big eyes shining brightly and her mouth wide open.

"There's no way I'm going to feed you!"

Yukinoshita's cold voice was so firm, so holy and inviolable.

"Ah~ Sure enough, the taste of that bite is really great!" Sakura said happily.

"Let me tell you first, I just want you to understand that the chicken steak I make must be eaten in two bites."

Yukinoshita's cold voice was a little awkward:

"Okay, hurry up and eat the remaining half." She urged.

"Huh? You can't overeat, Yukino-chan. Even Kyousuke, who is in the third grade of elementary school, knows this."

"...Of course I know too!! Then why did you stuff a whole piece of chicken steak into my mouth before!"

"By the way, I remembered. The reason why I swallowed it in one bite was because Kyousuke always cut the chicken cutlets into bite-sized pieces. He said that the freshly fried chicken cutlet coating was too crispy and hot, and would burn the chicken cutlets. The gums were eaten and broken.”

"...so annoying..."

"Huh? What did you say, Yukino? The voice was too soft and I didn't hear it clearly."

The black-haired girl didn't say anything, she just picked up the lunch box and put it on her knees, turning her body slightly.

"Eat quickly, lunch break is almost over."

"But……"

"Ah~~Open your mouth and glass."

…

During the commotion, the lunch box was finally finished. In the end, Yukinoshita did not flee the scene, but took out a thermos and poured a cup of tea for everyone.

Holding a warm teacup and sitting on the bench, Hojo Kyosuke's shoulders relaxed unconsciously.

The wind was beautiful and the sun was shining brightly, it was a really quiet day.

The corners of his eyes swept to the left and right, and as expected, he faced Xueye.

I don’t know if she also remembered the time she spent with Itomori. After eating, the two of them sat lazily in the corridor like this. Hojo Kyosuke leaned on the wooden door, and Yukino leaned on Hojo Kyosuke. Of course, Hojo Kyousuke was still using Mitsuha's body at that time, but fortunately Yukino was as light as a feather.

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they had sensed each other's thoughts.

Glass on the left is holding a white porcelain teacup between his thighs with his two small hands. His eyes are looking forward, his eyes are infinitely soft, as if he is looking at the tall buildings in the distance, and as if he is looking at the beautiful things that are far away. His whole person exudes A more comfortable atmosphere than the warm spring breeze.

Next to the glass...

Well, although I occasionally wanted to persuade Sakura to let Yukinoshita go, the latter refused, but he was obviously enjoying it.

Hey, what a weird kid.

Hojo Kyousuke raised the tea cup and took a sip of tea. Well, Yukinoshita's taste is still trustworthy as always.

"Yukishita."

A sudden sound briefly interrupted Yukinoshita's struggle, and she turned to look at the speaker.

A ray of wind happened to blow from that side, brushing her face and disturbing her hair.

The person's face became a little blurred between the hair. She raised her hand to push her hair behind her ears, and heard the clear and clear voice continuing to sound.

"The baseball glove works great, thank you."

The hand that fiddled with her hair stopped, and she looked at Hojo Kyosuke through the wisp of wind.

"As long as you like it."

The girl's voice was very soft, probably because the chicken steak she made was so delicious, and the crispy bread crumbs slightly damaged her throat, so she had to speak in a low voice.

Hojo Kyosuke nodded slightly, turned his head, and looked towards the unknown distance where Glass was looking.

One of the afternoon classes was a home economics class. Under Sakura's sharp tongue, the teacher agreed to make chicken cutlets for this class.

Then the students listened to Yamauchi’s "chicken cutlet theory" for ten minutes, which included but was not limited to "on the protective effect of chicken cutlet that can be swallowed in one bite on the gums" and "the effect of chicken cutlet eaten in two bites on bread crumbs" It’s a kind of gratitude.”

Yuigahama Yui's classmate and the home economics teacher were writing furiously and taking notes. The former successfully fried a chicken steak as black as coal. No one except the kind and fearless Yamauchi classmate dared to try it, including the cook, Yuigahama Dai. kitchen. The latter talked eloquently in the home economics class of the next international education class, Class J of the first grade, and received the adoring eyes of the returning children and the helpless smile of a certain black-haired girl.

After school

On the fourth floor of the special building, there is a shiny service department that not only lights up but also makes a sound.

Dong Dong——

"Please come in."

Yukinoshita said loudly. When she heard the knock on the door, she felt that the aroma of the black tea in the cup became much stronger.

The girl sitting by the window has long straight black hair blown by the wind, a white porcelain tea cup, and slender fingers holding the cup and saucer. The word elegance seems to have appeared in the world just for her.

"Good afternoon, Yukino-chan~"

The bright smiling face that appeared at the door made Yukinoshita wonder whether Yamauchi Sakura was really unhappy?

"Good afternoon, Glass..."

“It’s lunch time~~”

Yukinoshita's words were interrupted gorgeously, a black line symbolizing speechlessness appeared on her forehead, and black flames symbolizing rage ignited behind her.

"I don't like eating bento that much!"

For a long time, after Sakura repeatedly assured that she had really finished eating her lunch, Yukinoshita finally put away her angry mood.

Quiet, quiet, quiet, except for the sound of Yukinoshita turning the pages of books, the only thing you can hear is the bright sunshine shining down.

Yukinoshita's slender and beautiful eyebrows were frowned and relaxed, frowned and relaxed again, and the pages of the book were turned over and back again, clearly not reading.

"cough……"

"What's wrong, Yukino-chan?"

Almost at the moment when the cough sounded, Sakura, who seemed to have disappeared just now, spoke with full energy.

"It's not a big deal, I'm just concerned about the situation of our members."

"I'm fine, another day of safe survival! What about you, Ni-chan?"

"I'm fine too, um, I survived safely."

"It's all thanks to walking on zebra crossings in a disciplined manner. Traffic lights are really a great invention." Sakura added.

"Yes." Glass agreed seriously, but with a smile hidden on his face, he obviously knew what Yukinoshita wanted to ask and knew Sakura was playing a prank.

Yukinoshita frowned, feeling a tightness in her chest for a moment.

"Where's Hojo? Are you going to the baseball club?"

Like a child, when I get a new gift, I can’t wait to try it. I wake up in the middle of the night and want to touch the baseball glove again. But there is a limit to how much you like it. I went to the baseball club’s training in the morning, and in the afternoon it’s time for me, the gift-giver, to share my experience of using it.

"Kyosuke, we're going on a date."

The sound was so crisp that Yukinoshita thought it was an auditory hallucination.

"Dating?"

"Yeah, date!"

Yukinoshita stopped asking questions and began to ask why the home economics teacher knew the secret of his own fried chicken steak.

Although! Although she wanted to complain about why Yamauchi Sakura was so downplayed when talking about Hojo Kyosuke going on a date with another girl.

But looking at Glass's calm eyes, she suddenly realized that this was actually a very common thing.

"Common sense", is it common sense that Hojo Kyosuke dates other girls?

wrong! How can there be such common sense in the world!

Outside the joyful service department, Hojo Kyosuke had already boarded the train and headed to the family restaurant designated by Megumi. His schoolbag contains the lesson plans and exercise papers compiled at noon, as well as after-school tutoring. He is serious!

Everyone in the kendo club didn't find it strange that they didn't see the director. They didn't think that the elder brother who had already trained in the morning would continue training in the evening. In addition to insisting on exercising every day, the elder brother's self-discipline was also reflected in never training for a second longer.

But the people in the baseball club were very confused. Where was their director who was at the baseball field every day for 365 days, rain or shine?

"Yuya, where is the minister?" Nekota Juju asked.

"Tsuchiya said he was going to do something big," said Deputy Minister Yuya Takaya.

"event?"

"Well, if it is done, it will greatly enhance the motivation of the ticket collector!"

"Si Guoyi!!"

"Although I don't know what I want to do, I must succeed, Minister!"

At the same time, Ryota Tsuchiya, who was standing in the tram car, felt endless pride rising in his heart, and the cheers of his companions seemed to ring in his ears.

He was not as alert as the people in the Kendo Club. The reason why he didn't go to Hojo-kun for training was just because he had more important things to do.

He had already talked to his mother as early as noon, and asked his mother to contact his uncle and aunt to confirm that he would be able to see their family today. Just as he thought, his mother was very touched that he cared so much about his cousin's family, and his aunt and uncle also welcomed him when they heard that he was going to visit her home.

After all, although his results in baseball games were very dismal, Tsuchiya Ryota also attended Sobu High School with a high enrollment rate, and was also the director of a sports club. Such a child can be compared with the "legendary cousin of the Kato family" . At family gatherings, he is also the child of other families who is praised by others.

On the contrary, there is Michiru Hyodo, a girl who was born from the essence of the Hyodo family and the Tsuchiya family for 500 years.

She has unparalleled beauty and a toned figure, as well as amazing talents in all aspects.

Ballet, acting, basketball...

This absolutely beautiful girl from the Hyōdo family has indulged in various club activities. Although they are only three minutes of enthusiasm, she has been highly praised by her peers and instructors.

In fact, Tsuchiya Ryota also feels that his cousin is much more talented than him in baseball. When he was playing wild ball as a child, he could never catch the ball thrown by Michiru, and the ball he threw was hit by the opponent every time. fly. Then when she ran to pick up the ball and bowed to apologize to people whose glass was broken, Michiru would laugh. She was not interested in baseball, just because she found it amusing to see her cousin in such a mess.

At that time, Tsuchiya felt that if Michiru Hyido grew up and played baseball, he would definitely achieve good results. However, as his cousin grew up, his idea also changed.

It's not that her cousin's talent has disappeared under the influence of time, but that Hyōdo Michiru's physical talent is too outstanding. That figure that makes women envy men and drool is too sexy, and it is not conducive to playing baseball at all. The first ball you hit when you swing the bat is definitely not a baseball...

Sin, sin, you shouldn't be muttering about your cousin in your head like this...

Ryota Tsuchiya chanted Namo Amitabha in his heart, but he was also grateful that Michiru had grown up to be so beautiful.

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