Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

"Grandma, good morning."

Arriving at the living room, grandma Miyamizu Kazuyo was already sitting at the low table, facing the courtyard, admiring the bonsai and the morning tether, and drinking a cup of strong green tea.

"morning."

Hearing Hojo Kyosuke's voice, Miyamizu Kazuyo turned his head and showed a kind smile to his granddaughter.

"Then I'll go cook first."

After his grandma nodded, Hojo Kyousuke walked towards the kitchen where he had touched better last time.

Although the stoves were all old models, he quickly made a pot of miso soup and three side dishes using the ingredients in the refrigerator.

"Sitsuba! How long will you stay asleep?"

While knocking on the door, Hojo Kyousuke smiled evilly in his heart. He is such a self-disciplined person, but he was caught lying in bed by a little loli, and now he can finally take revenge.

"elder sister?"

Yotsuba's confused voice came from inside. Even if he couldn't see it, Hojo Kyousuke could still imagine the little Loli rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"Breakfast is already prepared. Come and eat after you wash up."

After completing the prank, Hojo Kyousuke softened his tone and spoke in Mitsuha's deep and magnetic voice.

"OK."

Hojo Kyosuke was about to return to the living room when another voice came from Yotsuba's room behind him.

"Sister, won't you braid my hair today?"

Ever since her sister agreed to braid her hair last time, she has braided her beautiful hair every morning. This made Yotsuba stand out several times in the class.

This is all the use of the idiot sister, thinking so, the little Loli quickly shouted.

"You can't wear braids every day, or your hair will fall out!" Hojo Kyosuke said casually.

weave plaits? I also want you to help me compile it.

By the way, headband.

Entering Mitsuha Miyamizu's room across the wall, Hojo Kyosuke began to look through the girl's cabinet.

found it!

Opening the drawer, in addition to the headband that Yotsuba gave him last time, there was also a knot.

It should be called a knot, right?

Hojo Kyosuke picked up the orange-red knot with blue patterns and looked at it carefully.

There was a sense of trance in my head, as if I had seen it somewhere.

Forget it, it's probably the system's fault again.

Since the further development of his talent in science, Hojo Kyosuke's mind has been able to maintain a clear state of mind most of the time. Basically, similar feelings will not appear. If they do, it must be because the system is causing trouble again.

After all, body swapping has been done, so it doesn't matter if the memory is blurred again.

Picking up the hairband and tying her hair into a ponytail, she walked out of the door. Yotsuba, who was wearing a nightgown that almost dragged to the floor, also walked out, rubbing her eyes.

"Good morning, sister."

"Good morning, Yotsuba."

"Sister, you haven't braided your hair either."

"Yes, I'm not lying. It's good to braid your hair occasionally, otherwise you may become bald."

While talking, the two came to the bathroom.

Wash, eat, go out to school.

"I am leaving."

In the early morning of April, the air above the mountains was free of any pollution, which made Hojo Kyosuke feel relaxed and happy.

I took a few deep breaths and felt my whole body awaken.

After bidding farewell to his sister at the fork in the road, Hojo Kyosuke slowed down and waited for Mitsuha Miyamizu's two friends, Sayaka Natori and Katsuhiko Kawara.

"Yo, Sanye~"

It was only today that Hojo Kyosuke heard the difference between the accent in Itomori and Tokyo.

Because his accent in Watergate City was somewhat different from that in Tokyo, he didn't notice it before.

"Good morning, morning yexiang, your Majesty."

Turning around, it turned out to be the two friends.

"You have a ponytail again today."

Natori Sayaka jumped off the back seat of the bicycle and looked at Mitsuha Miyamizu.

"yes."

A certain "female junior high school student" replied with a calm smile.

"Then today, do you want to give that guy Yamanaka Toshiya a good beating, or Manaka Mina."

Natori Sayaka, who was wearing two braids, said excitedly and made a boxing pose.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Katsuhiko Kawara, the envoy, said while holding the brakes and following behind the two of them.

"But last time Mitsuha put on her ponytail, she knocked down that guy Yamanaka Toshiya." Natori Sayaka said aggrievedly:

"Besides, didn't Mitsuha say that she wanted to teach Mina Manaka a lesson on the night of the festival? I thought that was why she put on her ponytail and put on her fighting form."

"You're still in fighting form. Where did you come from?" Katsuhiko Kawara continued to complain.

"..."

Hojo Kyosuke smiled as he listened to Mitsuha Mitsuha's two friends bickering. This was a feeling he had never experienced before. Among the people he knew, the Guibo duo were the only ones who were so talkative, but whenever they got into trouble, they would be quickly suppressed by the others.

Speaking of which, Mitsuha Miyamizu should have written something in the memo this time, right?

Thinking of this, Hojo Kyosuke took out his phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and opened the memo.

"I've already bought the leggings. I was originally worried that boys would see some things they shouldn't see if you were careless, but I didn't expect you to be quite reserved. Praise!"

...Are you sure the careless person is not you?

"If you have the chance, please help me teach Mina Manaka a lesson. Of course, don't use violence, don't use violence!"

Two bright red forks

Is Mitsuha Miyamizu so cruel? Instead of using physical blows, you want to destroy the enemy's spirit in one step?

"In return, I will make good use of your body!"

Thank you so much.

That's the end of the memo, there's nothing noteworthy about it. But that's normal. In such a small place, interpersonal relationships are clearly visible. There was no place to go except school and home. I thought that if Miyamizu Mitsuha could write more, he wouldn't just write this much.

From the cute bean-faced expression behind that last sentence, Hojo Kyosuke knew Mitsuha Miyamizu was very satisfied with his body.

When I arrived at school, the first period in the morning was still Yukino Momoka's class. She is obviously a mature adult, but her voice is still clear and cute, like a child who has not been polluted by the world.

Although it was a head-turning Chinese language class, Hojo Kyosuke still listened with interest.

He knew that the knowledge he learned could not be brought back to his body, but he always helped Miyamizu Mitsuha take notes. Although looking at the exercise book on the desk in the morning that was already soaked with saliva, Miyamizu Mitsuha's grades were very dismal.

But the other party has obviously started working hard. He is still in the first year of junior high school, so anything is possible. At least judging from Mitsuha Miyami's Mandarin notes, she did quite well in this subject.

Happy times are always short-lived. As the bell rang, Yukino Mokari put away her lesson plans and walked out of the classroom.

But before going out, Hojo Kyousuke clearly saw her smiling at him.

I looked around and saw that I was indeed the only one around. The classmate in the front seat ran away as soon as the bell rang.

After touching his head, he didn't have time to think too much. Natori Sayaka and Tetsuo Kawara Katsuhiko also came over and gathered around him to start chatting. Adhering to the principle of saying less and making fewer mistakes, Hojo Kyosuke just agreed casually.

But occasionally Sayaka Natori said something unique to big cities or Tokyo, and he couldn't help but say it.

"Mitsuha! Could it be that you carried me on your back and went to Tokyo to play?"

No, just talking about my body, I am in Tokyo basically every day.

Thinking like this, Hojo Kyosuke had an idea in his mind: Should I go to Tokyo to find Mitsuha Miyamizu and scare her when I switch bodies?

After touching his pocket, Hojo Kyosuke gave up the idea. Mitsuha Miyamizu was even poorer than him.

Forget it, wait to leave a message to see if she wants to come to guard me while she is using my body? But that guy is probably having fun in Tokyo, right?

At noon, I had lunch with two friends under the giant tree in the corner of the playground. Under the broad shade of the tree, while enjoying the breeze, Hojo Kyosuke lamented how small the girl's stomach was.

The edge of the playground is a cliff, below it is the mountain ring road, and further down is the town, and then is the Ishou Lake in the middle.

Maybe it’s because of the vast Ishou Lake, or maybe it’s because of the endless forest. The mid-April noon sun didn’t bring any scorching heat, but it was very comfortable.

A gust of wind blew by, and the entire green plant coverage in Tokyo seemed to come alive. The crown of the tree is shaking, the leaves are whirling, and the rustling sound carries an inexplicable rhythm. The calm Ishou Lake was also rippled, its golden reflection blurred, a flock of long-legged birds flying up and down from it, and a small fishing boat cruising on it.

Even though he is the uncrowned king of the school, Hojo Kyosuke has never enjoyed such a top-notch scenic restaurant. On the rooftop of Dongcheng, apart from the students running and jumping below, you can see the concrete jungle in the distance. All that could be heard besides the Onibaku brothers' bickering was the voice of Tetsuta Kirisaki reciting words.

Thinking like this, listening to the sound of leaves rubbing together, Hojo Kyosuke fell asleep. In a daze, he seemed to see himself.

The man himself, with a blushing face, unbuckled his belt and went to the toilet. Walking on the street, I exclaim in a low voice that I feel embarrassed when I see anything, like a country bumpkin from ancient times...

"Sanye, Sanye?"

A cry woke up Hojo Kyousuke from his half-asleep state.

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

"I've been calling you for a long time. You didn't get any rest last night, okay?"

"Kind of. I studied until midnight last night."

Someone said it with arrogance, even though he got the first place in Dongcheng entrance before he got the talent for science. But in fact, whether in elementary school or junior high school, he never stayed up late to study. It was unnecessary before, but he failed after that.

"real or fake?"

Natori Sayaka looked at her friend suspiciously. She had clearly agreed that we would be poor students together and work together in the factory to tighten screws after graduating from high school. No, we went to Tokyo together to see the big city, and you actually studied secretly?

"Do you think Mitsuha is like you? She is going to inherit the Miyamizu Shrine and become the shrine. When the time comes, as long as it is written on the Internet that the female college student gave up her high-paying job in Tokyo to inherit the shrine after graduation, then tourists will not continue to pour into the shrine. Shou."

In fact, the emperor Katsuhiko Kawahara did not believe that Mitsuha Miyamizu would change his gender and study hard. He just wanted to refute Natori Sayaka.

"That's weird. After Sanye is admitted to college, he will never return to this little place where birds don't lay eggs! Right, Sanye!"

"Huh? Birds don't lay eggs? If birds don't lay eggs in the forest, how can they go up and down the Tokyo Tower?"

"you……"

"hehe."

Hojo Kyosuke looked at the two of them with a dry smile. Fortunately, although the atmosphere of the argument was very lively, he knew that it was just flirting.

"Hey hey hey, Sayaka, stop it."

Is pulling your hair a way of expressing your love?

Seeing the argument escalate, Hojo Kyosuke quickly pulled Natori Sayaka away.

"snort!"

"snort!"

Well, it seems that it is indeed their special custom, and the relationship between the two does seem to be better. Looking at the two people with exactly the same posture, holding their arms and snoring coldly, Hojo Kyousuke couldn't laugh or cry.

After playing around for a while, the afternoon class began.

Art class

Looking at the drawing board at a suitable angle in front of him, holding a pencil as thick as his hand, Hojo Kyosuke's painting soul burned brightly.

Well, he just hasn’t given up on his comics dream. After returning home yesterday, he thought about it. Although he couldn't do the expressions, Saitama was originally designed to be a person who has lost some expressions. When the time comes, let Ying Lili design a few expressions for him and just apply them directly.

As for the other supporting characters, we will talk about it when the time comes, or let Ying Lili help.

Speaking of which, Neon cartoonists seem to have something called a cartoon assistant, right? How about letting Ying Lili be my comic assistant?

No, I probably, maybe can’t afford to hire her?

He lives in a luxurious residence that can be used as a tourist attraction. His father is a diplomat and he is a fan writer who is about to debut.

Just one of them made Hojo Kyousuke think this idea was fanciful, and the three together made hiring Eri Riri as an assistant a hell of a job.

If he went directly to ask for help, he would have to be very brave, and he was not a person with the face fruit ability.

Or give her half of the money earned? Is it okay for her to invest in technology?

With this in mind, Hojo Kyosuke started drawing on the drawing board. This time he drew a huge humanoid creature. The reason why it is called a humanoid creature rather than a human is because the giant's face has a blood basin that is split to the ears. Dakou is obviously not a normal person. Not to mention, the giant is holding a tiny person in his hand.

"Mitsuha, what are you drawing? Didn't the teacher ask us to draw a vase?" Natori Sayaka, who was sitting next to him, glanced at his drawing board, covered her mouth and exclaimed in a low voice.

Although his voice was low, it still aroused the thoughts of the surrounding students.

Before Hojo Kyousuke could explain to her, several classmates around her stretched their heads over.

"Oh, it's so disgusting. What is this?"

Manaka Mina, who had her hair tied into a ponytail on the right side of her head and wore several colorful rubber bands on her hands, said in disgust.

"Yes, yes, it can't be the monster that has been guarded by Miyamizu Shrine for generations, right?" A girl with dyed brown hair and colorful rubber bands on her hands next to Manaka Mina looked surprised.

"Hahaha, Mei Xing, you really understand." Manaka Mina put an arm on Mei Xing's shoulder and raised her eyebrows, as if you were right.

"Maybe Mitsuha Miyamizu puts on a miko uniform and fights monsters every night after finishing her homework."

"Oh~ No wonder Miyamizu-san's grades are so bad."

Yamanaka Junya, who still had a dull pain in his buttocks and wore colorful rubber bands on his hands, felt happy as he watched his two friends squeeze Mitsuha Miyamizu for him. Several times he wanted to open his mouth and join in, but the pain in his butt reminded him.

"Sayaka, are they two talking about me?"

Seeing the two girls with terrible makeup singing and singing in all kinds of weird ways, Hojo Kyousuke didn't react for a while, and looked at Natori Sayaka blankly and asked.

"yes……"

Is there something wrong with the shamrock's head?

Looking at Mitsuha Miyamizu who was still stupid after being mocked, and looking at the uncomfortable drawing board, Natori Sayaka was a little worried.

real or fake? How dare they? Didn’t you teach that boy a lesson last time? Why did the boys learn to be good and these two girls jumped out again?

As soon as they arrived in the classroom, Hojo Kyosuke and Natori Sayaka found out who Manaka Mina was. Although he won't really help her teach the other party as Mitsuha Miyamizu said, he still needs to have a basic understanding.

At this moment, looking at Manaka Mina, whose eyelashes were coated with disgusting thick mascara, and whose lips were the color of being poisoned, chattering endlessly, Hojo Kyosuke couldn't help but think of a comment from his previous life.

So, how to teach them a lesson?

Although the other party had already arrived at his door, Hojo Kyousuke felt a little embarrassed when the matter came to pass.

One slap per person? I am a girl now, so slapping the tongue-tied woman is quite appropriate. It’s better not to swell Mitsuha Miyami’s hand.

One of them gives them a whip? It's better not to embarrass grandma. It's too bad to be called to school at such an old age. Moreover, most of the residents in the town are believers of the Miyamizu Shrine. It is too embarrassing for the believers to educate the god of the shrine they believe in.

Drag them both by their hair and circle the classroom?

As soon as this idea came up, Hojo Kyosuke gave up. What happened to him? This is all a bad idea. Could it be that Mitsuha Miyamizu influenced her?

Put down the brush and stand up.

Manaka Mina, who was still saying something strangely in neon language with a strong dialect flavor, was so frightened by his movements that she shut her mouth and took half a step back. They wouldn't have been afraid of Mitsuha Miyamizu in the past, but Toshiya Yamanaka was pushed hard that day, and Mitsuha Miyamizu standing in front of them now gave people a very unpleasant feeling.

Yes, she wore a high ponytail that day!

Realizing this, their expressions suddenly turned frightened as they looked at Mitsuha Miyamizu coming towards them.

But Hojo Kyousuke just stretched out a hand to push the two aside, picked up the two and Yamanaka Shunya's drawing board next to them, and threw them on the ground and stacked them together.

"Wait, what are you going to do!?" Looking at her movements, Manaka and Mina quickly shouted.

Hey

With a slight grin on his face, Hojo Kyousuke jumped up and landed heavily on their drawing board. In just one stroke, two big holes were made in the drawing board made of thin wood. The same holes were also made in the drawings of the three people.

"I've been painting for an hour!"

The one who was wailing was Toshiya Yamanaka. He really liked painting. He was a self-proclaimed fashionista in a small town and his dream was to be a painter. Therefore, art class is the most serious class for him. Even when he was just watching a play, he did not forget to draw.

At this moment, he couldn't help but kneel on the ground, reaching out his hand to try to save his masterpiece.

Hojo Kyosuke ignored him and stepped on the drawing board again and again.

The other people in the classroom had just focused their attention on this place because of what Manaka Mina said. At this moment, everyone, including Natori Sayaka and Imperial Ambassador Katsuhiko Kawara, were dumbfounded as they looked at the usually gentle and kind person. Classmate Mitsuha Miyamizu, like a devil, kept trampling on Yamanaka Shunya's wails and Manaka Mina and Kusaka Miko's fear.

Hojo Kyousuke didn't stop until the brackets of the drawing board were broken into several sections and the drawings were all reduced to pieces.

Wiping the fine sweat from his forehead, Miyamizu Mitsuha's body was really too weak. He felt a little tired just by moving so simply.

"What's wrong?"

After taking a long breath, Hojo Kyosuke looked around. She adjusted her skirt as if nothing had happened, but luckily she was wearing leggings, otherwise her actions like that just now would definitely expose her!

"Mitsuha, you..." the imperial envoy Katsuhiko Kawara said with an incomprehensible expression and disbelief.

"So handsome!" Natori Sayaka interrupted the envoy's words, strode forward, grabbed Hojo Kyousuke's left hand with both hands and held it in front of his chest, saying with gleaming eyes.

"Woooooo~~"

Seeing the unclear looks in her classmates' eyes, Manaka Mina finally couldn't help but ran out of the classroom, and Kusaka Miko quickly chased after her, leaving only Yamanaka Shunya trying to save the fragmented drawings.

"Hey, there's no need to worry about that kind of garbage, right?"

Ignoring the looks of his classmates, Hojo Kyosuke sat down in his seat and planned to continue drawing. He found that Attack on Titan seemed to suit him very well, and he remembered that the expressions of the people in it seemed to be quite broken.

"What did you say?"

Yamanaka Junya, who was lying on the ground, suddenly stood up, overcame the fear in his heart in an instant, and roared at the Three-leaf Demon King.

You can insult me, but you can't insult my paintings! Yamanaka Shunya is determined to defend his art.

"Come, stand next to me and watch."

Hojo Kyosuke has not forgotten Mitsuha Miyamizu's request to break the enemy's spirit, but did Yamanaka Shunya be mentioned in the memo? Never mind him, they are all in the same group anyway, so just attack them indiscriminately.

It might not work if he were to draw Hojo Kyousuke in another way, but the content of this art class is still life sketching. Putting on a blank piece of manuscript paper, Hojo Kyosuke picked up the pencil.

Hearing Hojo Kyosuke's words, Yamanaka Shunya instantly remembered the fear of having his butt dominated, and stood beside him with a look of dissatisfaction.

I'm just here to better defeat her with my art later!

Yamanaka Toshiya was thinking this way, and as lines appeared on Hojo Kyosuke's drawing board, his mouth slowly opened wide, and his eyes almost jumped out of his sockets.

When did Mitsuha Miyamizu become so good at drawing? ! Even the shading hasn't been finished yet, and the things on the drawing are completely indistinguishable from the real thing.

"Do you see clearly?"

Yamanaka Jun also nodded blankly.

"Then why are you still standing there? Cry!"

Listening to the harsh words of the Great Demon King Miyomizu Mitsuha, Yamanaka Junya actually burst into tears.

He was the worst. His painting skills that he was proud of turned into rubbish in front of Mitsuha Miyamizu. His body and spirit were beaten in turn by Hojo Kyosuke.

The art teacher, who didn't know where he was going, arrived late. When he entered the door, he was almost hit by Toshiya Yamanaka, who was covering his face.

Watching the boy with tears running away in shock, the art teacher walked into the classroom with a confused look on his face, and saw Katsuhiko Kawara, the envoy, who was cleaning up the mess on the floor.

"Haha." Katsuhiko Kawara raised his head and smiled awkwardly at the teacher, then lowered his head and continued sweeping the floor.

The art teacher thought for a while and said nothing. He started checking the homework of the first student who entered the room.

"Miyamizu-san, I didn't expect you to make such great progress in one week. You are worthy of being Mrs. Futaba's daughter."

The art teacher is an elderly mother-in-law who seems very kind. After looking at Hojo Kyousuke's sketch, he put a hand on his shoulder and praised him.

Two leaves? Three leaves? Four leaves?

Got it, Mitsuha Miyamizu’s sister!

Alas, no, grandma's name is Yiye, so Erye, who I haven't seen before, must be the mother, right?

"Thank you for your compliment. I'm still a lot worse than my mother." With a humble smile on his face, Hojo Kyosuke said in a low voice.

Mitsuha Miyamizu's voice sounds a bit deep even when speaking normally. Once the voice is very small, the magnetism makes people feel like a kitten scratching a scratching post.

"Haha, that's pretty good. After all, Mrs. Erye is..."

Having said this, the old art lady sighed softly, smiled at Hojo Kyosuke, patted his shoulder, and walked towards the next classmate.

Phew~

Natori Sayaka, who was sitting next to Hojo Kyousuke, patted her flat chest and exhaled with relief.

"I thought I was going to get scolded."

"Haha, how is that possible? Don't you still know what Neon's school is like?" Hojo Kyosuke smiled.

"Yes, Manaka Mina and the others will definitely be embarrassed to tell their teachers and parents!"

Hearing this, Natori Sayaka thought for a moment, then patted her head and laughed happily.

Just as Hojo Kyosuke and the others thought, before the next class started, the fashionable trio returned to the classroom in disgrace and tried their best to pretend as if nothing had happened.

After school wandered around, during class, Hojo Kyousuke helped Mitsuha Miyamizu take down notes in the liberal arts department. For science subjects, he wrote words in his notes that were more suitable for Mitsuha Miyamizu to understand, and also roughly sorted out the study methods.

When he got up and cleaned up his desk in the morning, he noticed the exercise book soaked in saliva. In his eyes, he could figure out the answer to the math problem in less than a second. Miyamizu Mitsuha couldn't solve it even after writing three pieces of draft paper.

Apart from being funny, Hojo Kyosuke also understood why this girl would sleep on the desk.

Although it seemed that his talent in science was really worrying, Hojo Kyousuke still tried his best with the idea of ​​​​helping her.

When the final bell rings, there are not so many club activities in rural junior high schools. Most students need to go home and help their families with things. So most people walked directly outside the school as soon as school was over. Hojo Kyosuke also walked out of the classroom laughing with his two friends.

"Three leaves."

Hojo Kyousuke, who had become proficient in recognizing this name, immediately stopped and turned around to look at the owner of the voice.

Outside the classroom, on the left side of the door, the female teacher named Yukino Momoka is standing there with a smile on her face.

Seeing Hojo Kyosuke turn around, she nodded to several people to say hello. The envoys Katsuhiko Kawara and Sayaka Natori quickly bowed in response, while Kyousuke Hojo just nodded along. After all, the two had already developed a "close" relationship where they could call each other by name last time.

"Can you come with me?" Yukino Momoka said.

Both Sayaka and Sayaka knew that they were talking to Mitsuha Miyamizu, and they looked at her worriedly.

"You guys go ahead and drink coffee together tomorrow night." Hojo Kyosuke smiled heartily, and deliberately mentioned their plans just now to reassure the two friends.

"Haha, I don't mean to criticize Mitsuba, I just have some other things I want to talk to her about." Yukino Mokari also said with a smile.

After hearing this, Sayaka and the two left with peace of mind.

Hojo Kyousuke stepped forward and stood side by side with Yukino Momoka. It's just that the body of Mitsuha Miyamizu, a first-year junior high school student, is still a little shorter than that of mature women.

The two came to the office and sat down separately.

"Want to eat?"

Yukino Momori took out a pile of chocolates from the drawer and handed them to Hojo Kyosuke.

"OK."

Realizing that the other party wanted to break the embarrassment with this behavior, Hojo Kyosuke did not refuse. He is not uncomfortable at all, but he will not refuse the opportunity to get closer.

"What a disaster." Yukino Momoka said, her voice sounding as clean as the air in Ishou, but with a bit of cuteness that is rare for adults.

"Huh?" Hojo Kyousuke was confused.

"That sacrifice." Xueye's black pupils were full of indescribable pity.

"Huh??" someone continued to wonder.

"Huh? Don't you feel embarrassed, Sanye?"

Seeing Hojo Kyousuke's reaction, Yukino Mokari seemed a little unbelievable.

"Sorry, Xueno, I feel a little unwell today, and I can't remember many things."

"So that's it. Let's talk about it later. I'll take you to the town hospital first." Yukino Momoka said worriedly.

"It's not that serious. Except for some confusion in my memory, I don't have any physical problems. Speaking of this, I want to know what the sacrifice you just talked about, Xueno, is about."

Hojo Kyosuke said quickly that he was not worried that this lame excuse would be exposed at all. He is using his body, and no one can notice anything strange about this kind of supernatural thing.

...Isn’t it serious that there is something wrong with my memory?

Yukino Mokari carefully looked at Mitsuha Miyamizu who was sitting across from her meticulously. Mitsuha, couldn't she have forced herself to forget the experience because it was too shameful?

"The ritual is what your Miyamizu Shrine has always inherited. I heard from the elders that it is a ceremony called the Toyo Matsuri. Because I have only been here for less than a year and haven't seen it yet, so I went to see it."

Speaking of this, Yukino Mokari stared at the face of the girl opposite, trying to tell something from her expression. It's a pity that the girl seemed to be listening to a stranger's story, without any embarrassment.

How can it be? Any adolescent girl who is forced to do something like that in front of everyone would never be so indifferent.

"I saw the Kagura dance you performed, Mitsuha, in a miko costume. It was really beautiful. I even saw the shining white light from you, like a god."

"Haha, is that so?"

Hojo Kyosuke smiled, his interest aroused. Miko, Kagura Dance? I really want to see it. Why don't you ask Mitsuha Miyamizu to record it on her mobile phone?

"I also saw you making chewing wine."

This child is too powerful! After going through that kind of thing, you can still smile so happily? Yukino Momori thought in disbelief, and her understanding of this girl became a little clearer.

ha?

Hojo Kyosuke's thoughts quickly retracted. This name sounded very wrong. Chewing? liquor?

"Mixing rice with water, chewing it into liquid, and then fermenting it can turn it into wine. It's really an incredible inheritance."

He said that, but Yukino Mokari felt that this was simply abuse for a young girl. What happened in art class today was probably because of this, right? Sure enough, no matter how strong her heart is, Sanye is still just an adolescent girl. Seeing the sudden change in the face of the girl opposite, she thought to herself.

Um? ?

What magical witchcraft culture? Neon people really know how to play.

Hojo Kyousuke was speechless in his heart, but an idea came to his mind that made him feel a little perverted: he wanted to taste the wine.

…

What the hell! Mitsuha Miyamizu's body is really terrible, why do she have weird thoughts from time to time?

Before Hojo Kyousuke could continue his thoughts, the beautiful teacher opposite continued talking.

"Is it hard?"

"Um."

Even if he wasn't himself, Hojo Kyousuke felt that it must be very hard.

Mitsuha Miyamizu, thank you so much for your hard work!

Before, Hojo Kyosuke didn't know why Mitsuha Miyamizu asked him to teach Manaka Mina a lesson in the memo, but now he has a rough guess.

I roughly imagined that the girl was performing the ceremony meticulously on the stage, and her classmates were disgusted with her below.

Fortunately, they didn't switch bodies that day, otherwise I might have to kill everyone in sight to survive in this world.

"It's really a big thank you to her."

Hojo Kyosuke raised his head, looked at Yukino Momoka and sighed.

Although she was surprised by the lingo in Hojo Kyosuke's words, Yukino Mokari didn't think much about it and just thought that the girl wanted to escape that memory.

"Sanye, if you have any troubles in the future, you can come and tell me."

She leaned forward and reached out with both hands to hold the girl's hand that had been resting on her knees.

Hojo Kyosuke was stunned when his hand was suddenly pulled. He had never experienced the feeling of his own hand being wrapped by someone else's hand. He had always held someone else's hand in his hand.

His expression froze slightly, and then he quickly smiled gratefully.

"Yeah! Xueye, you are so kind."

The two of them walked out of the campus together. They were both unfamiliar with the town, and everything on the road quickly caught their attention.

At an intersection, the two of them parted ways.

…

Another time and space, Tokyo, Sendagi, single apartment

Mitsuha Miyamizu, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up by the vibration of her phone. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to touch the phone. But as soon as she stretched out her hand, she suddenly woke up. The pain from the last time she fell off the bed seemed to still remain in her body.

When she opened her eyes, the dim environment made her want to close her eyes and continue sleeping.

Anyway, his grades are so good, so it won’t hurt if he misses a whole morning of class, right? Thinking like this, Miyami Mitsuha closed her eyes again.

Buzz buzz——

oops! So annoying! I know, I'll get up right now!

He sat up angrily, grabbed his phone and crossed out the alarm viciously. Then Mitsuha Miyamizu was startled by the violent eyes that appeared on the screen that suddenly went black, and she suddenly lost all drowsiness.

what happened? !

Although the violent person on the phone was no longer there, Mitsuha Miyamizu was still a little confused.

Not caring about exploring this perfect male body, Mitsuha Miyamizu opened the front camera of her phone and stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face inside.

So handsome~

A smile appeared on his face unconsciously, and then Mitsuha Miyamizu saw the eyes of the person on the screen becoming extremely gentle.

No, no, now is not the time to indulge in beauty!

Thinking this way, Miyamizu Mitsuha tried to make an angry expression.

scare!

Seeing with his own eyes those eyes that were full of tenderness just now turned into extremely violent, Mitsuha Miyamizu finally understood why Hojo Kyosuke became the bad boss.

If Yotsuba saw Hojo Kyosuke like this, he would definitely be frightened and cry immediately.

After trying various expressions on the phone, Mitsuha Miyamizu put away the phone with satisfaction and put on her clothes.

Of course, before getting dressed, she took a good look at Hojo Kyosuke's muscles, which were a hundred times more beautiful than those she saw in unhealthy magazines of her female classmates.

Absolutely nothing else done!

Coming out of the bathroom with a red face, Miyamizu Mitsuha saw manuscript papers on the low table.

"Fight to break XX"

what?

Taking out the bread and milk from the cabinet that Hojo Kyosuke told in the memo, Mitsuha Miyamizu looked at the manuscript papers while eating.

What about behind? Why is it all an outline? Why not keep writing?

After reading one after another, they were obviously very interesting settings, but they were all just general contents, which made Mitsuha Miyamizu extremely uncomfortable.

What are you doing? Why not write a story about us. The story of a country girl from a remote mountainous area and a delinquent boss in Tokyo.

Bah, what a country girl, she should be the witch guarding the ancient shrine.

With this thought in mind, Miyamizu Mitsuha picked up the pen, smiled and started writing on a new piece of paper.

I do not know how long it has been

Perfect!

After closing the pen cover and picking up the manuscript paper full of words, Miyamizu Mitsuha smiled with satisfaction.

But before she could appreciate it any more, her phone suddenly rang.

"Hojo, aren't you coming to school today?" - Tetsuta Kirisaki

Um?

Seeing the two unfamiliar names above, Miyamizu Mitsuha was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly.

Done! Really late!

Then she grabbed her bag and ran out the door without even replying to the message.

It’s so relaxing not having to braid your hair! Although she looked embarrassed running with all her strength, the girl was in an incredibly good mood.

In the school on the other side, Tetsuta Kisaki, who was already studying in the morning, looked at Hojo Kyosuke's still empty seat with a happy smile on his face.

Big brother, he has finally become a qualified delinquent. In this way, no one can stop me from taking first place in the final exam!

Miyamizu Mitsuha came downstairs and looked at the dark motorcycle, feeling anxious. In the past few days, while she was at home, she had a few vague fragments in her head, including the idea of ​​"learning to ride a motorcycle!"

Although Chishi has a scooter that is suitable for novices, out of caution, she borrowed her electric tricycle from Grandma Xiaolin who owns a grocery store.

Isn’t it said that tricycles are more difficult to ride than motorcycles? As long as you learn to ride a tricycle, motorcycles and other things are not a piece of cake?

Mitsuha Miyamizu, who thought she was proficient in motorcycles, hesitated for two seconds, and chose not to make fun of Hojo Kyosuke's life, and continued running towards the subway station.

…

Miyamizu Mitsuha, who is enjoying a free life in Tokyo, does not know that the Ishou she is familiar with is quietly changing.

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