Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

A bunch of thugs with grim faces pushed each other and squeezed into the door. The Beichen Ittoryu disciple who fell to the ground shouted to stop them while holding his head and curling up to avoid being stepped on. As for the runaway angels, although they were careful to avoid the people on the ground, each of them came over to scare him, and the word evil was written on their foreheads.

At this time, the people in the dojo also heard the movement. The sixth generation ordered the yellow-haired German next to him to go out and check, and he continued to chat with the senior officials of the Metropolitan Police Department next to him.

I thought it was just a small episode, but I didn’t expect the sound of the riot to get closer and closer.

Onizuka Eikichi, Hata Goro and others directly pushed away the foreigners in front of them, took off their shoes one by one, and walked into the dojo. They are very experienced and know that when they come to other people’s territory to cause trouble, they must never let their shoes leave them more than one meter away, otherwise it will be terrible if someone hides their shoes when they run away later. It is a bloody lesson.

Everyone who was chatting quietly in the dojo raised their heads and looked at the few people standing at the door with their legs apart. The main entrance of the dojo was facing a luxurious office building. Although it was already off work, the building belonging to the Mitsubishi Group was still brightly lit because it was a landscape in itself. However, at this moment, the neon lights of the city were completely blocked by this vicious group of people.

"Who... are you?"

Seeing his son-in-law being squeezed off the eaves, the sixth generation Otsuka Yoichiro had to stand up and shouted.

He himself was very reluctant to talk to these people. Look at what kind of vulgar people they are.

The two people in the lead, Onitsuka and Hatagoro, had already put their shoes in their pockets. They stuffed one shoe of more than 40 sizes into each side, which looked as funny as it could be. The others were not any better. They all hooked their heels with two fingers, and looked ready to throw their shoes as projectiles to attack people at any time.

"We?"

Eikichi Onizuka grinned and laughed:

"Since you asked sincerely."

Danma: "Then we will be merciful and tell you!"

Goro Hata: "In case no one cheers for the general!"

Kuroda Kaito: "To record the general's glorious moment!"

Ryoma Mitsuhashi: "The chivalrous way of loyalty and justice!"

Toru Amekawa: "Loyal subordinates who are loyal and loyal!"

(Names are announced one by one)

"We are the runaway angels who like to speed on the Metropolitan Expressway while others are sleeping! Motorcycles, faster speeds are waiting for us!"

"That's it!!"

Michigo Kanhara, who had been lurking in the dojo since early in the morning, stood up and howled. It's been a long time since I last saw this kind of brainless passion and happiness!

After graduation, he became a criminal officer, and there were people with normal brains around him. He was almost smart.

The people in the dojo were almost dumbfounded by this farce. The superintendent who had been sitting upright frowned and ordered the person next to him:

"Ozaki, call the nearest police station and let the staff on duty handle it."

This person's identity is different. He is the director of the 8th Area Headquarters of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. He is a real superintendent. There are not many people in Tokyo who are higher than him. He is the highest level that the non-professional group can be promoted to. But this person can be promoted to superintendent in the Metropolitan Police Department. Obviously, he cannot be a non-professional group.

"Hi!"

Ozaki, who was kneeling next to him, responded and was about to pick up his phone to contact, but more than a dozen people stood up next to him. One of them laughed and said:

"Minister Takenaka, why do you need to worry about this? They are just a group of children. We sent them away."

Among the people who stood up was Miyazaki Masaru, who wanted to wrestle with Daidoji before. These were all serious policemen, and their ranks were not low. At the very least, they were deputy inspectors. Some people changed into kendo uniforms, while some came just after their shift and didn't even have time to change their uniforms.

Seeing that a conflict was about to occur, Guan Yuandao quickly stood up and explained that these were all unregistered disciples of Beichen Ittoryu.

"Disciples of our dojo?" Otsuka Yoichiro frowned.

"Yes, yes, we all know how to chop hands, chop hands, chop hands in Beichen Ittoryu!" Onizuka Eiki replied with a grin.

At this time, Daidoji next to him stood up and asked:

"Are you friends of Hojo Kyosuke?"

"Yes, who are you? Are you also a friend of the general manager?" Kuroda Kaito stood up to negotiate. Among the people who came, only he, a rich young man, was good at socializing.

The people of the runaway angel had a good impression of this guy who was more than two meters tall and had a scary scar on his face. He didn't look like a good guy, and they all looked at him with kindness.

Daidoji shook his head without further explanation, just pointed to an empty space in the dojo and said:

"Anyway, someone told me you would come, but I didn't expect so many people. Sit down first. Hojo Kyosuke is coming soon, don't cause him trouble."

The criminal officer received an urgent notice from Naito Akifumi, and also saw that these young people were restless, so he warned them. He had seen many juvenile offenders and knew them well. He knew that even if there were many powerful police officers here, these brainless teenagers would not care about anything if they were impulsive. Only by using the words of the people they respected could they be suppressed.

Ha, youthful spirit? Chivalry?

Sure enough, when he heard that his elder brother was coming soon, even Onizuka Eikichi, who was planning to make a big fuss, shrank his neck.

Kuroda Kairen turned around and said something to a few people. Those people ran out of the dojo and went to the door to wait to greet Hojo Kyosuke. The others obediently walked to an empty space and sat down.

For a moment, those evil-looking thugs just now seemed to be somewhat well-behaved.

This made Daidaiji, who had been watching them, laugh out loud.

What, that Hojo boy turns out to be really respected.

People in the community who were originally talking lively now unconsciously lowered their voices, and when talking about Hojo Kyousuke, they even avoided calling him by his first name. There was nothing they could do, they always felt like there were a lot of eager eyes staring at them from behind. Before, I dared to make fun of Hojo Kyosuke, saying that young people don't know the heights of the sky, but now he was surrounded by so many young people, and even adults couldn't stand it.

However, Ninety-nine True Red's mood was much higher. He called Onitsuka Eikichi and the others' names and waved.

"Ah, it turns out to be the second teacher."

Onizuka Eikichi was also very happy to meet old friends, and his voice of greeting was very affectionate.

Jiujiuzhen blushed and said angrily: "What do you mean by the second teacher? This title is really rude! Don't you want to be a teacher? This is not a happy situation!"

"Hahaha, if you want to gain the respect of students, you don't just need to be polite."

Onizuka waved his hand and excitedly discussed with this acquaintance about being a high school teacher.

Without letting the others wait any longer, just when everyone was feeling uncomfortable being stared at by the Rampage Angels, they noticed that the young people suddenly stood up. Stretching his head and looking out, he saw a silver-gray Toyota Alfa parked at the door of the dojo.

Before the car stopped, Hojo Kyousuke had already seen through the car window the people lined up neatly at the entrance of Chiba Dojo in Okemachi. As well as Onitsuka Eikichi and others who continuously ran out of the dojo and lined up.

"..."

Hiss, do these guys like this so much?

Hojo Kyosuke gritted his teeth, his face trembling.

"Hahahahaha, I really envy you, Hojo. You always look so grand wherever you go."

Naito Akashi laughed.

"How about you get out of the car first and feel it?" someone said sincerely.

"real?"

Naito was very moved. A policeman like him who sat in an office had never experienced such a grand pomp. He was usually the one who lined up to welcome people. On the other hand, those colleagues who go to the scene are often welcomed by reporters and media. But what they faced was only a microphone stuffed into their mouths, and there was absolutely no such neat bow.

The young people at the entrance of the dojo were not neatly dressed. They all wore suits, school uniforms, and shorts. Some of them were wearing formal clothes with slippers on their feet. Most of them were wearing T-shirts with patterns from several of Hojo Kyosuke's works printed on them. Ah, yes, those manufacturers who are responsible for peripherals will always send some samples to someone for inspection to build a relationship, and then he will basically keep some and then package them all up and give them to his subordinates.

Those peripheral clothes are not cheap. Some people from the Rampage Angels resell them casually, while others keep them and wear them themselves. When they go out to brag, they can pull their clothes and shout, "Did you see it? This is what the boss gave me. Saying that this weirdo/giant was drawn in my likeness, do you think it looks like it?” is also a way to tease girls.

Although their attire was unsatisfactory, the young people lined up on both sides of the door stood straight with their heads held high and their energy was so high that they were about to explode. They looked at the car door with piercing eyes. They knew without guessing that all they had to do was open the car door. will receive the warmest welcome.

Thinking of this, Naito quickly refused. If it was him who was discovered by those evil boys, why would he tear himself apart?

"Forget it, let's do it. They are expecting you, aren't they?"

Hojo Kyosuke shook his head and smiled, and Hirata outside the car opened the door in time.

The president stepped out of the car door in one step, turned back and stretched out a hand, and said warmly:

"Let's go, Sanye."

"Hmm~"

Mitsuha smiled sweetly, and gently put her white and tender hands on Kyosuke's palm to hold her.

Just when Hojo Kyosuke walked one step ahead of the queue.

"Shua——"

Dozens of heads lowered their heads, bowed and shouted:

"Thank you for your hard work, Chief!"

Their voices were not too loud and they had been beaten countless times by Hojo Kyosuke. Although they still stubbornly carried out the greeting ceremony, they had learned to "keep a low profile".

"Well, let's go."

Hojo Kyosuke smiled, still holding Mitsuha's hand, and strode to the front. The people behind Baozoutian followed one after another, and all the way to the eaves of the dojo, there were people waiting for him with their heads lowered.

"...Young people today are really bad." Police Chief Kenichi Takenaka said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, those who didn't know thought some big shot was coming." A person next to him agreed.

"Hojo-kun has always been like this. His classmates and friends like him very much."

Arisugawa Gouli, who has known Hojo Kyosuke for a long time, said something to him. He was the police chief whose daughter was seduced by Hojo Kyosuke in the dojo of the Rampant Angel last time. His official police status was not low, so After he spoke, no one dared to say anything about Hojo Kyousuke.

On the other hand, the German yellow-haired Otsuka Ryunosuke's eyes shone, he clenched his fists and said excitedly: "But it's really majestic, like a shogun!"

It's true, just looking at it makes you feel like a man.

Although no one said it, they all thought so in their hearts. Policeman Ozaki kept it in mind and decided to let everyone rehearse well after returning to the Eighth Convenient Headquarters, and notify the police station in charge by the way, so that he could show off his power the next time Chief Takenaka went there.

Then, these people with different thoughts turned their heads and saw that the just majestic Hojo Kyosuke was actually helping the girl next to him take off her shoes.

Mitsuha Miyamizu sat on the edge of the corridor, her little face flushed and she whispered in protest: "No, there are so many people, I should help you take off your shoes."

But the person in front of her didn't say a word, just held her little feet and took off her shoes.

"How many times can I help you take off your shoes? I don't want to miss such an opportunity."

Hojo Kyosuke said, smiling, and finally gently pinched Mitsuha's little feet in white cotton socks, sat next to her and started to take off his shoes.

When he stood up, his subordinates who knew magic had handed him a warm towel for him to wipe his hands.

"...hiss...young people nowadays are really amazing."

Superintendent Takenaka Ken said again with a twitching eye.

Not far from him, Arisugawa Gouri repeated with a complicated expression. He recalled that his silly daughter Arisugawa Ren was probably still in the hotel for the award ceremony of the Mystery Association Awards, and ran over to congratulate Hojo Kyosuke on his award, but now she ran over here with other girls, it's really...

When Hojo Kyosuke walked into the Dojo, a group of people stood up. This time they were not welcoming him, but those who had been waiting to cut him.

Hojo Kyosuke still held Mitsuha's hand, looked around, and said with a smile:

"Good evening, everyone."

"We ate, we ate, we all ate."

Oitsuka whispered quietly.

Naito Akifumi, who was following behind, seemed not to smell the gunpowder at the scene, and stepped forward to introduce the two parties.

"This is Hojo Kyosuke, who learned by himself in a rural dojo (Yamamura Onobutsu:?), and integrated the essence of Hokushin Ittoryu and many other schools, and won three consecutive national competitions.

The King of Cutting Hands

The Emperor of Kendo

The End of the Extreme

The Terminator of Schools

The Genius among Geniuses

The Invincible Hojo Kyosuke."

Well... Naito Akifumi didn't smell the gunpowder, he just felt that the gunpowder equivalent was too small to satisfy him.

Listening to this endless flattery, even the members of the Rampage Angels widened their eyes.

Chiba Zhen in the crowd opened his mouth wide.

"Sure enough, he is the world's number one "Hojo Blow." "(End of this chapter)