Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Not only the Tokyo Sports Newspaper is preparing, but also the Neon Economic Newspaper, Akita Kuishin Newspaper, Osaka Nichi Nichi Shimbun... all newspapers and magazines with the ability to distribute in Neon are frantically compiling news about Hojo Kyosuke.

The Hokkaido Shimbun, the hometown of Hojo Kyosuke, is even more excited. The reporter stationed in Tokyo has been waiting at the Tokyo Daiichi Hotel since early morning. He took many precious photos with the identity of a fellow villager. In exchange, the words "Hojo Ranch" that must appear on each photo were ignored.

It was a banner sent by Mr. Hojo from Otaru. Although their family is not a ranch with such high productivity that it needs advertising for marketing, the old man will not miss such a chance to become famous.

In the early morning, the slightly cold air was filled with the breath of sea breeze. As a port city, Otaru is always wet all year round. On the deserted road, the sound of bicycle spokes kept ringing, and the young man who worked as a part-time newsboy put newspapers into the delivery box.

"Hey! Hurry up, it's not okay to be so dirty so early in the morning!"

A powerful voice broke the silence of the air, and the newspaper boy on the bicycle was almost scared to fall down. When he came to his senses, he saw that the person who spoke was an old man with hair standing on end.

"It's you, Mr. Hojo. Are you rushing to shovel cow dung so early? If you don't get enough sleep, you won't have the strength to shovel."

The newspaper boy fought back without hesitation and threw the newspaper in his hand from a distance. But he didn't dare to get close. The old man shoveled cow dung and fed feed every day. He was very strong. Last time, he was hit on the head because of his bad mouth. The big bump on his head didn't go away for a week.

Hojo Yuichi stretched out his big hand and grabbed it. Without stopping, he opened the gate and grabbed the newspaper boy who was about to ride away. The old man was really strong. He grabbed the newspaper boy like a chicken.

"Pain, pain, pain..." The newspaper boy screamed, but didn't dare to struggle. These old people in the Showa era liked to educate young people the most.

"What are you doing, Mr. Hojo? I still have to deliver newspapers. If I'm late, I'll be late for school."

"Wait a minute, I'll check the newspapers."

Hojo Yuichi opened the newspaper quickly without looking up.

"My bag is full of Hokkaido Shimbun. I won't deliver the wrong ones. Let go quickly."

The newspaper boy complained. Unlike Tokyo, where a hundred flowers bloomed, Hokkaido originally had newspapers such as Otaru Shimbun and Shin-Hakodate, but because of the "one county, one newspaper" policy, they were all merged into the Hokkaido Shimbun.

The newspaper's concept of running a newspaper is very simple - reporting from the perspective of Hokkaido.

This upright butt also brought rich rewards. Under the situation where the five major Japanese newspaper groups notified the whole country, more than 70% of newspaper readers in Hokkaido subscribed to the Hokkaido Shimbun, and the remaining 30% were divided by other newspapers.

Especially for people like the Hojo family, whose careers have little contact with the outside world, they never read other newspapers. A copy of the Hokkaido Shimbun is enough to meet their daily information needs.

"Haha, sure enough!"

Hojo Yuichi laughed, and slapped the newsboy's back with his palm-leaf-fan-sized hands, almost making the thin boy vomit blood.

"Look, look!"

He grabbed the newspaper and handed it to the newsboy.

The newsboy took a quick look and saw a large picture next to the five big words "Hokkaido Shimbun" in black and white.

"Hokkaido's Literary Master"

The title is not exaggerated, but such a simple title is already very attractive. This is also a major feature of "Hokkaido Shimbun". Other newspapers' front-page headlines are definitely about the most important news, but theirs is definitely related to Hokkaido.

Hokkaido's Literary Master?

Apart from writers who write erotic novels, can this place produce literary masters?

The newsboy frowned in confusion, thinking that the Hokkaido Shimbun was probably just bragging to please the people of the province. But when he looked down,

"…Congratulations to Hojo Kyosuke for winning the 68th Neon Mystery Writers Association Award…"

Then it briefly explained the status of this award in Neon. In simple terms, it listed the winners in the past. This was very intuitive, and the newsboy understood it instantly.

So this Hojo Kyosuke can really be called a literary giant. The newsboy even felt that the Hokkaido Shimbun was a bit too subtle. If it followed their previous style, they should have directly boasted that this person was the Nobel Prize winner in Hokkaido. They wrote happily, and the people of Hokkaido read happily.

To be honest, the newsboy himself was also very proud of it. Although the winner had nothing to do with him, he was so happy to see his fellow villager beat the Tokyo people to win the award that he wanted to use the money from his part-time job this month to buy a copy of "The Devotion of Suspect X" to support him.

But forget it, the money from part-time jobs has to be saved for traveling with his girlfriend.

Really, why doesn't the government give everyone a free copy? It's such a happy thing.

The newsboy thought to himself. After reading the report, he looked at the photo carefully again. Although it was a black and white photo, the current printing technology is not comparable to the past. Except for the lack of color, the photo is very clear.

Oh, this height is only sixteen years old? Exaggerated, if he didn't know that Hokkaido Shimbun doesn't like bragging, the newsboy would have cursed.

It's okay to win a literary award at the age of sixteen, but he is also so handsome? It's too much.

If you were so handsome, why would you need to work part-time to save money when traveling with your girlfriend? There must be a bunch of young ladies from wealthy families lining up to treat him!

But as he looked at it, the newsboy suddenly realized something was wrong.

Um? No, this photo...

The newsboy's eyes suddenly widened a lot.

Why, why does the photo of Hojo Kyosuke attending the award ceremony have the banner of Hojo Ranch! ?

I remember, this ranch is...

He raised his head stiffly and saw the old lion's wide grinning mouth and his white teeth.

"Hahahaha, you see, this is my grandson!"

Hojo Yuichi smiled, and another wave of giant bear attacks crazily slapped the newsboy.

"Cough cough cough—really or not!?"

The newsboy opened his mouth wide and shouted in disbelief.

Seeing the surprised look on the young man's face, Mr. Hojo became even more proud. He pointed his thick finger at the newspaper and said loudly:

"The names of my ranch are all written here."

The newsboy looked at the handsome guy in the newspaper, and then at the rough old man next to him with hair as wild as a lion, and expressed his doubts directly.

"He is really my grandson, his own grandson!" Hojo Yuichi emphasized. Although his son and grandson seemed too polite because they read too much, but unlike his son who would be exhausted shoveling cow dung to the point of collapse, his good grandson has a very good temperament. physique.

The newsboy opened his mouth, still in disbelief, but before he could speak, there was another shout from beside him.

"Yuichi, why are you holding Xiao Hao? Let him go. I'm still waiting to read the newspaper, you bastard."

The newsboy turned around, and as expected it was an old man. The old man whose family runs a glass factory, Yagi Kazumasa. It's not a good bird either. It's also very strong and can hit people very painfully.

"Hahaha, Xiaozheng, you are blessed today!"

Hojo Yuichi laughed.

"I also feel that I must be lucky today, because seeing you early in the morning will definitely consume all the bad luck of the day, and the rest will be good things."

Yagi Kazuzheng was complaining, and he pushed open the courtyard door and walked out.

"Boy, go deliver the newspaper quickly. I'll deliver the Yagi family's newspaper for you." Mr. Hojo reached for a newspaper and walked towards his old friend.

The newsboy stood aside and watched silently. It was the same process again. The glass craftsman was also very serious, but he was not beaten like himself. Instead, the old cow of Hojo was being beaten crazily.

"Asshole, why do you have such a great grandson!"

"Why can your son give up the colorful world of the big city and come back to inherit the family business!?"

"Why isn't this my grandson?"

Yagi Kazumasa's shouts got louder and louder, and the newsboy finally confirmed that what the newspaper said was true.

The high school student who won the Neon Mystery Writers Association Award at the age of sixteen was really the grandson of this rancher.

Apart from grabbing dung forks, can those hands actually teach a writer?

The newsboy thought in disbelief, and then he saw people around him opening their doors, and a group of old men and women walked out due to the noise. This place is like this. Young people who have the ability run towards Tokyo, while those who don't have the ability try their best to go to places like Sapporo. The only ones who stay are the old antiques.

The old man and the old lady were all acquaintances, and a group of people surrounded Yuichi Hojo and yelled and cursed. They were actually envious of the old man for having such an amazing grandson. The closer the relationship, the harsher the scolding, among which Yagi Kazumasa was the most excited.

"Did this kid become a writer just to find twenty lovers?"

It’s hard for Mr. Yagi to understand. Logically speaking, shouldn’t he become a writer first and then a scumbag? But why did that boy Hojo Kyousuke turn around?

"Hahaha, didn't you also say that sooner or later, my eldest grandson will be unable to stay outside anymore and run away to his hometown? What should you say now?"

Hojo Yuichi proudly waved the newspaper in his hand.

"..."

The glassmaker fell silent, lowered his head and cursed inaudibly.

The newsboy looked at the proud expressions of the old Hojo couple, and felt an inexplicable sourness in his heart.

It's great. I also want the old man at home to praise me like this in front of the neighbors.

Listening again, Hojo Yuichi's old neighbors are already promoting their granddaughters or daughters, saying, "They are all in Tokyo, and they are neighbors, so we can have more contact with them." "My daughter is very good-looking. You can tell just by looking at my granddaughter." "

The newsboy was even more sour.

"Hey, kid, what are you doing standing here?"

Yagi Kazumasa, who was speechless, saw the newsboy still standing here and shouted:

"Hurry up and deliver the newspaper. If you're late, I'll sue you!"

"Ah, oh, go right away."

Damn old man!

The newsboy cursed inwardly, got on his bicycle and left.

What's too far for a great writer? Let's just deliver newspapers honestly.

With a wail, he drove onto the road.

Over there, Hojo Yuichi was still happily accepting the compliments of his old friends.

"...Hahaha, Kyousuke originally invited me to attend the award ceremony and said he wanted to introduce Edogawa Ranpo to me, but I couldn't bear to part with the cow at home, and besides, I thought this time it was just a mystery association. Award, Kyousuke will definitely win the Nobel Prize for Literature in the future, I will just go there again..."

"Edogawa Ranpo? How can he still be alive when he is old enough to be your grandfather!"

Yagi Kazumasa said unhappily:

"You still can't bear to leave your cow. Didn't you ask me to help take care of it when you went to Tokyo last time, and complained that I made your cow thin?"

"What? Xiaozheng, you asked me what Kyosuke's house in Tokyo looks like?"

Hojo Yuichi said loudly:

"Oh, it only cost 400 million yen. I advised him to buy a high-end tower, but he said he missed the old house at home and bought a big villa. The location is quite good. There are two universities and three high schools next to it. The neighbors are either big stars or company presidents..."

Yes, yes, I am a glass craftsman. I am really sorry for you.

"Siguoyi, 400 million! Only a great writer like your Kyosuke can make so much money, right?"

The old lady next to him exclaimed.

A person next to him corrected: "What great writer, that's called a literary giant!"

"Hahahaha... It's all the same. Anyway, he is a great person."

Yagi Kazumasa wanted to leave, but he couldn't bear to leave.

That kid also learned technology from me. Although he made glass, I can also be considered his teacher, right?

The winning photo this time has a banner of the Hojo Ranch. Next time, I'll add my glass factory below it, right? It's okay if the font is a little smaller. At worst, when he is chased by his girlfriends and flees back to Hokkaido, I'll take him in at the factory.

The old man was very thoughtful. After all, he would definitely be found if he hid in the Hojo family.

A group of old men and women stood on the roadside and talked happily. Hojo Yuichi generously promised to invite them to visit when his grandson came home next time, so that the neighbors could get some spiritual energy.

When the sun completely climbed up the sky, the old man remembered the hungry cows in the ranch.

Well, my grandson has worked hard to attend the award ceremony. Why don't we kill another one and send it over? Let Ichiro come back to escort him.

Hojo Yuichi drove a small truck to the ranch, fed hay, cleaned up cow dung... After dealing with a bunch of chores, he led out a strong cow and pushed it onto a slightly larger truck.

This is to be sent to the auction house for auction. The cattle on the ranch cannot be sold casually. Generally, they are sent to the auction held by the local livestock dealers and trade cooperative association for sale.

This kind of auction is usually held every ten days. Originally, today was not the day selected by Mr. Hojo to sell the cattle, but he really couldn't suppress the desire to show off!

At worst, he can just say that he doesn't want to sell it after he pulls it over.

The old man thought so.

But unfortunately, the poor and plump cow was still sold.

As soon as he arrived at the auction house, before Hojo Yuichi could show off, the ranch owners and association presidents in the auction all surrounded him. Everyone was an old acquaintance, so they naturally knew what the "Hojo Ranch" in the newspaper was, and they praised it again.

The cow was also sold at twice the high price. According to the restaurant owner, he planned to write on the door of the store:

The literary masters of Hokkaido all said it was good after eating it!

Mr. Hojo Yuichi was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling, and generously allowed the other party to use the photo of his eldest grandson in the newspaper for advertising. (End of this chapter)