Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

To be fair, Masajo Tsuruta is a very distinctive-looking person. Anyone who sees him at first sight will be attracted by the pair of triangular eyebrows.

Elderly people's eyebrows are sparse, but Masaho Tsuruta's eyebrows are thick and dense, as black as if a child had cut two triangles out of black cardboard and pasted them on.

With eyebrows like this, it is naturally impossible for him to be approachable. But then again, if you wanted to show intimacy, you wouldn't choose this formal kimono. For example, Ichiro Hojo's home-style kimono is very casual, and it always gives people the feeling that he just finished his nap and rubbed his eyes before attending the award ceremony.

Just one name can make Kitamura Kazuo, the director of the Legislative Council, and Kurokawa Toyomasa fearful. Masako Tsuruta does have the ability to make Nishizawa powerful. This was supposed to be the most crowded time for visitors, but once the old man stood at the door, the subsequent guests did not dare to pass him in. Those who knew him were nodding and bowing to ask him questions, and those who did not know him also saw this formation. Dare not say another word.

It wasn't until Masako Tsuruta, who had a pair of thick black triangular eyebrows, slowly walked into the lobby that the traffic situation improved.

While the triangular old man was dealing with the others with a serious expression, he followed Nishizawa's guidance and looked at Hojo Kyousuke, who was standing in the corner on the right side of the gate, interacting with fans and taking photos.

Seeing that his ultimate weapon had locked onto the enemy, Nishizawa quickly leaned into Masaho Tsuruta's ear to speak.

Looking sideways at the two ugly men standing together, Shenmu Guang suddenly laughed.

"What happened, Shenmu-kun?"

Masako Tsuruta asked aloud. I don't know why, but he was so serious and had a very good attitude towards Kamiki Hikari.

"Sorry, I just didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to accompany Mr. Tsuruta and Mr. Nishizawa to participate in such an event. Being among so many outstanding people, I feel like I have become outstanding."

Shenmu Guang said gently, his appearance is very deceptive, and he is also an accomplished actor. As soon as he said this, Masako Tsuruta's eyebrows relaxed, and the angle of the obtuse angle of the triangle immediately became larger.

Matsumoto Motohiro, who was next to him, also turned around when he heard this. When he turned around, he saw Masako Tsuruta and Nishizawao who were smiling, and he also saw the two pairs of triangles, one up and one down.

What a pity, why don’t these eyes and eyebrows grow on the same face? Otherwise, if you work hard, you might be able to form a square.

Huh? square? It feels like it suits these two people very well. If that guy is Hojo, he should be able to use a knife to help them cut triangles into squares, right?

Maybe it was because Matsumoto Motohiro was so deeply impressed by Hojo Kyosuke's unparalleled swordsmanship when we participated in the show last time. Now that he was in the middle of many alliances, Matsumoto Motohiro inexplicably remembered that shining katana, and then In his mind, he imagined Hojo Kyosuke cutting two pairs of triangles into squares with a few strokes of his knife.

Ah, no, Nishizawa-san's eyes are already very small. If he cuts them again, he won't be able to see at all.

Thinking of this, Matsumoto Motohiro laughed nonsensically.

"Why are you laughing again?"

Nishizawa asked with a frown, feeling a sense of malice inexplicably.

"I remembered something happy." Matsumoto Motohiro quickly stopped smiling.

"Teacher Matsumoto must also feel happy to be able to participate in such an event with these two teachers."

Shen Muguang suddenly interrupted.

"Yes, yes, that's right."

Although Matsumoto Motohiro took the stairs to get off the stage, he always felt that this actor with a gentle smile had evil intentions.

Nishizawa glared at the two of them with dissatisfaction, then leaned into Masako Tsuruta's ear and whispered:

"You see, Mr. Tsuruta, the world of mystery novels has become so impetuous now. Young people get complacent and forget about it after they achieve a little bit of success. We are in urgent need of seniors like you to correct it."

Masako Tsuruta did not speak, but slowly took two steps towards the door, squinting his eyes and staring at Hojo Kyosuke over there for a closer look.

Although they are writers who need to write every day, neither Masajo Tsuruta nor Nishizawa wears glasses, proving with their strength that it is really not easy to be nearsighted if they just read and write.

Nishizawa couldn't help but shuddered when he saw Tsuruta's look like a poisonous snake staring at its prey, and black memories began to attack him.

"It doesn't matter. As young people, there is no way you won't make mistakes."

Suddenly, Masako Tsuruta laughed out loud. This speaking voice actually had a sense of kindness from an elder. He raised his hand and gently patted Nishizawa's shoulder. The wide sleeves of his robe seemed to cover the latter's entire body. Devour:

"Wasn't Mr. Nishizawa a high-spirited and talented boy back then? He has become so mature and steady now."

"Yes Yes……"

Nishizawa's already stooped waist became even more rickety. Whether it was an illusion or not, Matsumoto Motohiro was keenly aware that the relationship between the two was probably not so harmonious.

Masajo Tsuruta chuckled and said while slowly adjusting the belt in front of him:

"There are always people who say that if this country wants to move forward, it needs a steady stream of hard work. This is not wrong, but everyone seems to have overlooked one important thing."

"What did they ignore?" A veteran of the association asked cooperatively.

Masajo Tsuruta smiled reservedly. He looked around and smiled with satisfaction when he saw the respectful eyes of everyone:

"When I was young, I needed to eat four bowls of rice to fill my stomach. But at that time, there were too many brothers and sisters in the family, and my father's salary alone was not enough to support us. So my mother begged me. She said, 'My father-in-law, since you You can’t be satisfied until you have the fourth bowl of rice, so why can’t you just eat the fourth bowl?”

Um?

Critic Matsumoto Motohiro was listening attentively. He thought he could hear some shocking remarks from this great writer, but he didn't expect this?

Masako Tsuruta stopped when he said this. Everyone gathered around him knew that they should react at this time, and this reaction should be to sneer and ridicule, but the protagonist of the story in that story was Teacher Tsuruta's mother, how could they possibly Dare to laugh?

No laughter was heard, and Masazu Tsuruta had no expression on his face. Everyone couldn't help but feel uneasy. They didn't know whether the big boss felt their respect or felt that he was losing face. Alas, the boss’s thoughts are bottomless.

Fortunately, Masajo Tsuruta laughed out loud:

"That's a really stupid woman. If you can feel full after eating the fourth bowl of rice, why not just eat the fourth bowl? If that's possible, why not just eat the last grain of rice?"

His tone was extremely contemptuous, as if he was not talking about his mother but some other stranger.

I think you are an idiot. Your mother is not cerebral palsy. How could you really not know that people cannot just eat the last grain of rice? Your mother is begging you to eat less to leave a way for the rest of the family to survive, you bastard! How about I give you an urn to fast forward your life?

Matsumoto Motohiro complained crazily in his heart. Even if he was as unscrupulous as he was, he still felt extremely uncomfortable after hearing Masako Tsuruta's words. It should be said that although he was a bastard, he was still very filial to his mother, at least when he was with her. During relevant festivals, I will collect two advertising fees and write several promotional articles in newspapers.

He was cursing in his heart, but Matsumoto Motohiro didn't show any expression on his face. Like everyone else, he didn't dare to laugh or speak, just pretending to be stupid.

Fortunately, Tsuruta Masajo himself could laugh. The fact that others did not laugh made him feel his supreme authority more deeply, and this feeling made him deeply obsessed.

The writer is a national teacher? Then who are you, a person who teaches national teachers? Cami?

"Hahaha, it is said that running a big country is like cooking small dishes. The mistakes my stupid mother made are also inevitable in this country."

His tone suddenly dropped:

“Injecting new blood can move the country forward, but can a building only have a roof?”

"cornerstone!"

"The most important thing is the cornerstone, the cornerstone that supports this country! Without fresh blood, this country will stagnate, but if there is no cornerstone, the only thing that will greet this country is collapse!"

The triangular old man's voice rose a lot, attracting the attention of many people. Even many of the fans surrounding Hojo Kyousuke turned around. But before Masajo Tsuruta could make any more inspiring remarks, he saw the young ladies turning around again and shouting "Hojo-sensei" with bright faces.

Masako Tsuruta's face suddenly turned uglier. He stared at Hojo Kyousuke's back with cold eyes and said in a deep voice:

“When you build a skyscraper, you don’t need misshapen bricks.”

Leaving behind the last words, he flicked his sleeves and turned towards the passage on the left side of the hall.

"Ah, that's amazing. As expected of Mr. Tsuruta, he can say such enlightening words anytime and anywhere!" Matsumoto Motohiro complimented.

"Baga, what does it mean anytime, anywhere? This is because Mr. Tsuruta has understood the world, so even ordinary words contain profound philosophy." Nishizawa is not to be outdone.

""Neon Ellery Queen" is well-deserved. I am looking forward to Mr. Tsuruta's new work more and more. I don't know what wonderful stories I will see. Please allow me to be the first to read it when the time comes. "

"The last work by Mr. Tsuruta explored the shortcomings of the current education system. The new work should be further sublimated and explore the future of neon young people."

"..."

Listening to the constant flattery around him, Nishizawa's whole body went numb. I scold you bastards in my heart for flattering you. Why are you always hanging around that old guy's new work? Are you eager to advertise for him?

This group of people are all well-established people in the literary world, so they all sit near the front. As they walk along the left side of the hall, there is a large area of ​​darkness, like crows.

"What do you mean, do you want to ask the old man to leave in advance..."

Onitsuka Eikichi was already squatting behind a huge flower pot and said in a cold voice:

"military adviser?"

Next to him, squatting with the same gangster as him was his most promising junior, Hata Goro. This chestnut-headed man also stared at the backs of Masajo Tsuruta and his group with unkind eyes. His resolute look seemed to say, "I'm ready to enter." The preparations for the juvenile home are now underway, and we can’t wait to send that old guy who disrespected the chief to hell.”

Hatagoro felt that if the police aunt heard what he had done, she would hold him in her arms and comfort her, and maybe she could forget the shadow caused by that guy Kuroda.

Well, Onizuka-senpai said that if it is a juvenile crime, Koban will try to dispatch police aunts instead of vicious detectives.

Well, poor Hatagoro didn't know that Onizuka had never been officially arrested. After all, he may not be the strongest in fighting, but he must be faster than anyone else in escaping.

Do you really think that all that gasoline is for nothing, bastard! Bad guys who only know how to fight won't live long! Didn't you see that the military advisors are preparing for the judicial examination?

Although the others didn't speak, they all looked up at Tetsuta Kisaki who was standing motionless, expecting him to shout "get started".

Behind a pot of lush African jasmine, there were six or seven people, including Eiji Onizuka, Ryuji Danma, Goro Hata, Kaito Kuroda, etc.

Everyone who came and went would exclaim when they saw them, and the ladies would subconsciously cover their skirts.

Eiji Onizuka said that although their original purpose was to monitor the enemy, it was difficult to suppress the body's instinct. It is well known that the human body is a whole. Since it is a whole, there is no such thing as the brain controlling the body, otherwise it would be too unfair. So Eiji Onizuka's eyes have their own opinions, and it is not a heinous crime to like looking at the smooth and slender calves of beautiful women.

Fortunately, although there are many brainless and perverted subordinates, Xisaki standing by has resolved all the conflicts well. He stood there in a silver-gray suit, with neatly trimmed hair and cold gold-rimmed glasses, which all tell that he is a tough guy.

Those ladies who want to scream will flee in panic like victims who have experienced crimes after seeing Xisaki's eyes like venomous snakes. That's how a group of idiots who think that a pot of African jasmine can cover them tightly can eavesdrop on Tsuruta Masao's words for a long time.

"What does it matter if other people see it? Anyway, we are not peeping at them."

For his idiotic behavior, Onitsuka Eiki has his own theory.

Finally, Xisaki took his eyes away from Tsuruta Masao and looked down at his colleagues with questionable IQ.

He sighed and felt that it was a wise thing for him not to choose these few people when executing his big brother's plan.

"It's okay. Big brother has already written the script for him. All we have to do next is watch him walk step by step into the abyss."

After saying that, Xisaki sneered and didn't explain much.

"That, Xisaki."

Onizuka had already stood up and brushed off a leaf on his head, his tone deep.

"What?" Xisaki asked in confusion.

"If you want to talk about sneers, it has to be your sneer that has that flavor!"

Onizuka gave a thumbs up, and the other idiots echoed, saying that Xisaki Tetsuta is indeed a sinister villain. (End of this chapter)