Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Tokyo, Dongcheng Junior High School, rooftop

Hojo Kyosuke is so awesome. He is still a junior high school student and can actually get such a huge salary. He can finally eat with confidence!

With this in mind, Miyamizu Mitsuha enjoyed eating the various desserts and milk tea that Tetsuta Kirisaki bought for her.

Kisaki Tetsuta sat aside, instead of memorizing and doing the questions as usual, he looked at his elder brother with a sad face.

He once heard his eldest brother say that for some reason, he generally wouldn't eat sweets.

But now the eldest brother is eating so happily!

Sure enough, is another personality controlling the body today?

Thinking like this, he suddenly said:

"Is it that delicious?"

"Of course it's delicious! I've never had this in Itomori..."

Miyamizu Mitsuha was so carried away with eating that when she heard the question, she thought it was Sayaka or an envoy asking her, and she immediately wanted to share her thoughts after eating.

But as soon as the words came out of her mouth, she was stunned, and the cake she had just inserted into her mouth stopped in mid-air.

It's over, what did I just say? Did you hear it? Didn't he hear it?

Like a rusty robot, Miyamizu Mitsuha slowly turned her head to look at Tetsuta Kirisaki.

"Itomori? Where is that place?"

Kisaki Tetsuta asked expressionlessly, is it a place imagined by another personality of the elder brother?

"Itomori, Itomori is, hahaha..." Mitsuha Miyamizu tried to be cute, but she forgot that she was using the body of Hojo Kyosuke.

As the elder brother's other personality repeated the names on both sides again, Qisaki also felt that the name seemed a bit familiar.

Shaking his head, now is not the time to dwell on this, the important thing is to correct the elder brother's personality.

After learning about his elder brother's split personality, Tetsuta Kisaki took a closer look at how to treat this disease.

After a comprehensive understanding, just as he had thought before, he should pay attention to the identity of the split personality and the main personality. If the split personality becomes the same as the main personality, is it still considered a split personality?

That's it. Although he was very reluctant when buying the cake, in order to allow this personality to have a good conversation with him in the future, Tetsuta Kisaki bought a dessert that his eldest brother would never eat before.

"I already know everything about you and Hojo Kyousuke." Tetsuta Kisaki said.

shock!

Mitsuha Miyamizu almost screamed out of fright. She had already imagined whether she would be discovered and what would happen if she was discovered.

Thanks to the fact that the envoy is a fan of occultism, Miyamizu Mitsuha was able to find back issues of magazines from various countries from him, including "Mu", "Mystery" and "Secret".

Although I am not interested, when we chat together, we always hear a lot of things like: voluntarily or involuntarily:

"An animal that has never been seen before was found in the Hida Mountains, and it was jointly dissected and studied by several research institutes."

"A person has thirteen personalities, and five hospitals are competing for research."

Things like this, although I don't know whether they are true or not, but just thinking about that scene for a moment scared Natori Sayaka. Whenever this happens, Miyamizu Mitsuha will comfort the timid friends and scold the evil-minded friends.

Now, it's her turn to be studied! !

what to do? what to do!

Hurry up and think of a solution, Hojo Kyousuke’s smart body!

Mitsuha Miyamizu clenched her fists tightly, and the feeling of strength from her hands made her feel a lot more at ease.

By the way, I just need to turn Kisaki into a fool. With Hojo Kyousuke's strength, he might be able to do it with just one punch, just like the cartoon on his phone!

Looking at Kisaki Tetsuta who was staring at him seriously, Mitsuha Miyamizu's right hand loosened and tightened three or four times.

No, Kisaki even invited me to a delicious cafe. It would be too cruel to make him a fool.

Can you control the intensity and selectively make him lose this part of his memory? Isn't there a scene like this in the TV series Yotsuba watched?

Mitsuha Miyamizu clenched her fists, feeling the feedback from different exertions. His eyes were fixed on Tetsuta Kisaki's head, thinking about where to start.

"Split personality is not a terrible thing. As long as you learn everything from your elder brother, you can become as good as him and become a useful personality to society."

After deliberation for a long time, Kisaki Tetsuta did not directly say that he wanted to assimilate the split personality into the main personality, but changed his explanation.

Um? Split personality? What is Kisaki talking about?

Seeing that things seemed to have changed, Miyamizu Mitsuha quietly loosened his fist.

"I also talked with my eldest brother yesterday. He doesn't mind your split personality and is willing to get along well with you."

What? That guy Kyosuke Hojo actually knows that Kisaki knows about this? !

Mitsuha Miyamizu immediately thought that the reason why the other party did not write this down in the memo was to scare her.

Just when I was about to get angry, I thought about the people who kept coming to me to talk to me about their troubles last night. According to grandma, the number of people who came the night before was more than three times what she had experienced.

I also remembered the scene I watched while half asleep and half awake during the last exchange, and I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. She was having so much fun in Tokyo, but she got such bad grades for him, yet he was doing his duty as a miko.

Alas, forget it, it’s not easy for him either.

While Miyamizu Mitsuha was thinking wildly, Kisaki Tetsuta across from him spoke again:

"So, let's start with math first. My eldest brother is the best in math. You only got so few points because you only appeared for a short time. If you use the same brain, you will definitely learn it as long as you study a little. More powerful than me."

After saying that, Tetsuta Kisaki took out an exercise book from his side.

Mitsuha Miyamizu looked at the unfinished dessert, and then at the exercise book that seemed to exude an ominous aura. I wailed in my heart, wiped my hands, and prepared to accept Tetsuta Kisaki's guidance with a sad heart.

Question after question, Mitsuha Miyamizu, who had no talent for science since childhood, filled up one piece of paper after another. Although it was painful, she still persisted with the resilience of her character when she thought about the poor scores she had given Hojo Kyosuke.

…

After finally getting through school, after arriving at the kendo club, Mitsuha Miyamizu was supervised by Tetsuta Kisaki and began to practice sword swinging.

Why do I, a miko, need to practice kendo? Mitsuha Miyamizu wailed in her heart, but she completed the movements meticulously with her hands. She also knows that she can't get away with her "big brother face" every time, and sooner or later she will encounter a time when she has to take action. Therefore, in order not to lose face to Hojo Kyousuke and not to expose her secrets, she still practiced hard despite her reluctance.

After practicing for a while

"Xisaki, can we go eat? I'm starving."

In the past, Mitsuha Miyamizu basically fished when he came to school, so he didn't have much to consume. Today, after running at full strength, he was very hungry.

"Okay, after dinner we will learn to ride a motorcycle."

"Riding a motorcycle? Great!" Mitsuha Miyamizu liked this time's lesson. She had been coveting Hojo Kyosuke's motorcycle for a long time.

"Let's go to the Italian restaurant. My eldest brother often went there for dinner before."

"Ah? The Garden of Words? But..." Mitsuha Miyamizu said slowly.

"Don't worry, it's not the one my eldest brother would go to, it's the one owned by my subordinates."

"Phew, that's good."

Colleague Mitsuha Miyamizu breathed a sigh of relief and was also slightly disappointed. Although Tetsuta Kisaki and Onibaku were good friends, she still wanted to get to know those female friends of Kyousuke Hojo. I want to learn from them about Tokyo’s new fashion, popular outfits, etc.

Of course, she didn't dare to write this idea in the memo, because Hojo Kyousuke wrote in the memo for the first time asking her not to reply to the messages she received, obviously he didn't like her disturbing his interpersonal relationships.

But now, thinking about Itomori who is still completely different from Hojo Kyosuke, Mitsuha Miyamizu is also a little eager to try and help Hojo Kyosuke.

There are so many girls, but there is always one he likes, right? Let me help him!

That's it, I don't know who influenced whom, and who influenced whom. In short, the little miko, who was originally simple, kind and a little neurotic, is now starting to become evil-minded.

Miyamizu Mitsuha, who ate Italian food for the first time, felt happy again and said that Hojo Kyosuke is so capable. Not only does he have such convenient subordinates, he can also make so much money.

Three million yen is enough for her pocket money for 150 years!

With money, this meal was naturally paid for by Mitsuha Miyamizu herself. She even gave Tetsuta Kirisaki his share, saying that it was in return for the treat at the cafe last time.

Seeing the split personality who didn't feel any pain at all while spending his elder brother's money, Kisaki Tetsu nodded with satisfaction.

Very good, she thinks it is her own money, and she has a high degree of identification with the owner's personality, which is a good sign!

Then there was the gathering in the evening. Because he wanted to teach his eldest brother how to ride a bicycle, Tetsuta Kirisaki found a small scooter, the kind of little sheep that can go by just twisting the accelerator.

Considering that this personality seems to be more female-oriented, the motorcycle I found was still pink.

An abandoned factory, the cement site is surrounded by straw piles, and the road is surrounded by huge rubber tires in the middle.

After listening to Tetsuta Kisaki's explanation, Mitsuha Miyamizu stepped onto the little sheep with confidence, turned the accelerator, and hit the tire in a flash.

it hurts!

Sitting on the ground, pushing away the motorcycle that was pressing on him, and crying out in pain out of habit, Miyamizu Mitsuha discovered that his body, which should have been in pain, actually didn't feel anything at all.

He stretched out his index finger and touched the place where it was hit. It was so hard! No wonder it doesn’t hurt at all!

But why does it hurt so much to roll out of bed on the first day of the exchange?

Before Miyamizu Mitsuha could figure it out, Tetsuta Kisaki over there had already hurried over.

After seeing that his elder brother's body was fine, he immediately asked his personality to continue practicing.

…

On a branch road of the Tokyo Loop Line, Tetsuta Kirisaki was riding his motorcycle, slowly following the little pink sheep in front of him.

The eldest brother, Hojo Kyosuke, has grown to a height of over 1,750 years old. He looks a bit funny riding a small scooter with his waist straightened up. But Kisaki Tetsuta didn't want to laugh at all. This was not a closed practice place. He was always looking at the opponent nervously, worried about falling.

Fortunately, although the split personality rode very slowly, it didn't sway at all.

"Okay, split personality, if you want to find the main force, you can go now."

Um? What is split personality?

Mitsuha Miyamizu, who was still immersed in the joy of riding alone, heard the voice coming from behind and frowned. He slowly stopped the car and turned his head to look at Tetsuta Kirisaki.

This guy, I thought he was quite sensible before, but now he is so rude.

Kisaki Tetsuta was looked at by his elder brother's fierce eyes and almost bowed ninety degrees to apologize.

"What is split personality? I have a name, please call it Mitsuha Miyamizu!"

When Tetsuta Kisaki, who was about to bow, heard this, his heart suddenly sank.

No, the split personality actually gave himself a name, which is not conducive to the subsequent merger.

But for the sake of treatment, he forcibly suppressed his rebuttal and took the latter to the venue of the meeting.

…

"Ah, Commander, why are you acting like you are traveling for the first time again? We won't be able to reach Kanagawa until dawn." Onizuka Eikichi shouted and stopped the motorcycle directly. The speed was slower than his running speed.

"Safety first, safety first!" Miyami Mitsuha looked ahead without looking back.

At this moment, the other subordinates had already gone to the next destination, only Onibaku and Maki Kyosuke, and Kisaki Tetsuta stayed with her to ride slowly with her.

After all, it’s quite scary if you’re alone on the highway at night, and you can’t experience the joy of night travel by riding alone.

"Then you have to promise to lend me your motorcycle on weekends." Onitsuka Eikichi said.

"Huh?" Mitsuha Miyamizu was confused. Besides girls like her, would anyone else like this kind of motorcycle?

"Chief, you must have found a motorcycle like this because girls like it!" the idiot said with certainty.

"That's okay."

"That……"

"Kisaki, is there any problem with lending this motorcycle to Onizuka for the weekend?"

"Okay, it was originally idle at my subordinate's house."

Tetsuta Kirisaki, who was also listless by the slow speed, replied, but no matter what, the personality of the elder brother has taken a solid step towards the true identity of the elder brother.

"Don't go to Kanagawa. When we get to Kawasaki, let's stop and find an izakaya for a late-night snack."

Maki Kyosuke was sitting on Danma Ryuji's motorcycle. When he saw the little pink sheep, he made a quick decision and asked one of his subordinates to take his bike away. Now it seems that he was really wise.

"Izakaya? I don't know how to drink."

Mitsuha Miyamizu said, Itomori also has two izakayas. But it's better to call it an izakaya than a pub, because only men who have nothing to do at night go there to drink.

"Izakaya is not just for drinking. In Kawasaki, I happen to know an izakaya with excellent food. The owner's Monja Yaki is top notch!"

"Monja Burn!" Mitsuha Miyamizu exclaimed in a low voice, then immediately became excited and mustered up the courage to tighten the accelerator a little.

Onizuka Eikichi, who was behind, saw how excited the big-eating boss was when he heard about the delicious food. He thought he could finally ride a little faster, but he didn't expect it to be faster, but only a little.

"welcome"

Raising her hand to push aside the curtain with the name of the store written on it, Mitsuha Miyamizu walked into the izakaya called Shiro first.

As a few of them walked in, the already small izakaya became even more crowded.

The proprietress quickly asked them to sit down, and a group of people sat down around the cooking table.

You can choose to look at the menu on the table, or you can choose to learn about today's recommended dishes from the small square papers behind the boss.

Mitsuha Miyamizu held the menu in her hand and kept staring at the surrounding walls. As Maki Kyousuke said, this shop specializes in monjayaki, the most common tako monjayaki, mentaiko monjayaki, and many weird-sounding monjayaki. In short, everything is available like tempura. Words burn.

"If you don't know what to eat, I recommend Monja Yaki with cream sauce. This is the boss's unique specialty." Maki Kyosuke said.

cream!

Mitsuha Miyamizu cheered in her heart and couldn't wait to tell the boss. Of course, she wanted four people. She ordered a portion of everything from octopus, scallops and mentaiko.

Because it is an izakaya that specializes in Monja Yaki, there is also an iron plate around the dining table. After the boss makes Monja Yaki, he will move it in front of the guests, and then the latter can control the burnt degree of Monja Yaki according to their own preferences. .

Monja Yaki, whose name sounds confusing, is actually shredded cabbage mixed with diced octopus, scallop meat, or other ingredients, sauteed with butter until fragrant, and then mixed with the batter, chopped and mixed like ice cream.

Then wait for it to set and become charred. The highlight of this dish is the aroma after being burnt.

Compared with Okonomiyaki, which is made by pouring the batter directly on shredded cabbage and other ingredients, which makes it look very thick, Monjayaki before it is finalized looks really indescribable.

Miyamizu Mitsuba's super large version of Monja Yaki was ready soon. The iron plate on the dining table was not very hot. The closer to the guests, the cooler the temperature was, so there was no need to worry too much about getting burned.

Because cream is added to the batter sauce, Miyamizu Mitsuba's Monja Yaki has a milky white color.

While waiting anxiously, small bubbles appeared in the batter, and the edges began to turn brown and holes appeared.

She quickly raised the small shovel and carefully along the edge, scooped up the exchanged circle, folded it, and the top and bottom were all browned. The appearance of the characters burned instantly. Miyamizu Mitsuha couldn't help but swallow. saliva.

Although she wanted to put it into her mouth immediately, she didn't think that the temperature that could make the batter cooked was something that Hojo Kyosuke's lips could resist.

It was better not to embarrass him, so she could only blow hard. Fortunately, Hojo Kyousuke's lung capacity was large enough, and he could reach the temperature that she could enter with just one breath.

tasty! The rich buttery flavor mixed with the sweetness of the cabbage, and the large octopus feet are also super satisfying!

Miyamizu Mitsuha's eyes lit up, and he quickly shoveled a few more pieces to cool down where the temperature was lower.

…

Saturday

Tokyo, Sendagi, single apartment

After waking up, Hojo Kyosuke shook his head, feeling that the nightmare had not faded yet. At first, he complained about the system because the memory of the exchange was blocked, but now, the memory of the exchange gradually became clearer, and he wished he could go back to the time when he didn't know anything at first.

He originally thought it was a relaxing country vacation life, but he didn't expect it to be endless academic tutoring and life counseling. Although he still couldn't remember why all this happened, but the long queue made him so sleepy that he fell asleep while sitting and woke up again. The picture is so clear.

No, we can't go on like this. There is no reason why he is helping Miyamizu Mitsuha over there while he is happily eating and drinking in Tokyo, right?

Although the financial situation has temporarily improved, the part-time job plan should still be started as normal. Just find one with flexible schedules, so you can go whenever you want.

Every night before going to bed, she writes down in the memo that she will work tomorrow, so that Miyamizu Mitsuha can make money. Anyway, the money will be eaten by her in the end!

With this in mind, Hojo Kyousuke opened the memo.

Then a reminder popped up

"Tomorrow, Nezu Shrine, Azalea Festival"

Seeing this line of words, my brain that had just woken up instantly became clear, and I wanted to go back to the shrine immediately to help Miyamizu Mitsuha continue working.

I had made an appointment with Sakura, Glass, and Naoka to go to the Azalea Festival held at Nezu Shrine. I imagined the scene where the three girls would get together. Hojo Kyousuke, who had already begun to experience the Shura field, suddenly felt bad.

It was decided that Mitsuha Miyamizu should not go to work part-time and let her go to the Azalea Festival tomorrow. If we don't exchange bodies tomorrow, we'll uninstall this system!

As for whether the three girls who know him best will find out that he is not himself when he switches bodies, Hojo Kyosuke said that if it is going to rain, just find it out. It is always inevitable.

After washing up and finishing today's kendo practice, Hojo Kyosuke went out directly.

Today I made an appointment with Ying Lili to discuss comics at her house and have breakfast at her house.

Armed only with his cell phone, wallet and keys, he walked out the door.

He had asked before if he wanted to bring pen and paper with him, but Teacher Eirili on the other side of the phone said mercilessly:

"Do you know what pen you use for drafting? And what pen you use for shading?"

"Don't you use a 2b pencil?"

"Oh, you just need to bring yourself here!"

Just like that, Hojo Kyosuke passed with an empty stomach. Yinglili said that today's meal will be cooked by her father, so she can look forward to the following.

Because it was the weekend and it was not the morning rush hour, Hojo Kyousuke rushed to Eri's mansion before his stomach started to rebel.

Although it was not the first time he saw it, when he rode his motorcycle into the Japanese garden, he was still deeply shocked, and at the same time, his desire to make money became stronger.

Renying Lili is so rich but she is still drawing doujinshi, what reason do you have for not working hard!

After parking the car, we walked to the main house, where Mrs. Sayuri was already waiting.

"Good morning, Aunt Sayuri."

"Yinglili is still painting in the room. You can go directly to him. I will call you later when breakfast is ready."

Sawamura Sayuri smiled and pushed him upstairs, which frustrated his original wish to say hello to Mr. Sawamura first. It seemed that this family really didn't care about these etiquettes.

Stepping on the thick carpet on the hollow staircase, Hojo Kyousuke skillfully found Eiriri's room.

Dong Dong~

Knocked on the door, but there was no response. Hojo Kyousuke knocked again, but still no response.

After thinking about it, since Mrs. Sayuri asked him to come up directly, Eirili must have known that he was coming, so she opened the door.

Sitting in front of the drawing board, immersed in painting, Yinglili was awakened by the sound of the door opening, turned around and said:

"Mom, you didn't mean to wait until Hojo came before calling me, I, I..."

After seeing clearly that the person who came in was Hojo Kyosuke, Eirili suddenly froze like a machine with poor contact, and then hurriedly hid the entire drawing board behind her back.

"Hojo! Why did you come in directly!"

The girl's crisp and delicate voice could not hide her panic and shyness. While speaking, her hands were waving like hummingbird wings.

"I knocked on the door properly, twice."

Hojo Kyousuke said as he opened the door and walked in.

"Compared to this, Yinglili, what are you drawing?"

Although it was just a glimpse, the large area of ​​exposed muscles in the painting was still very obvious, and it felt like it was not something serious.

"This, this, is just a very ordinary drawing."

Yinglili's eyes rolled wildly, desperately thinking of excuses.

"Don't come over here!"

Seeing Kyousuke Hojo approaching step by step, aiming directly at the drawing board behind her, Eiri became even more panicked and stood up from her chair.

She was about to walk over to stop him, but thinking that if she stepped aside, the painting behind him would be exposed immediately, she chose to resist even more strongly.

"My feet hurt so much. It seems like an old injury has recurred. Hojo, can you help me get some ice cubes?"

The blond girl immediately put on the mask of a young lady and said softly. The pitiful tone coupled with those crystal blue eyes, probably no one except Hojo Kyosuke could bear it.

Hojo Kyousuke, who had roughly figured out the girl's temperament, still walked towards Eiriri resolutely, because the room was too big, otherwise he would have walked in front of the latter.

Seeing that the boy opposite was unmoved by her disguise, Yinglili's expression changed again. She had no choice but to run away!

After taking the drawing board off the stand, Eiri, who was wearing a green sportswear, started to move in an instant and took big steps to escape in a direction away from Hojo Kyousuke.

But because he started too hard, his left foot had already stepped out, and as soon as his right foot exerted force, the carpet under his feet was pushed back.

First my forehead hit the ground, then I lost consciousness, and then I entered the area I am most familiar with.

Hojo Kyosuke would look stunned at first, and then ecstatic. Then he would alertly look back to see if my mother was at the door. If not, he would quickly close the door, and then look at me passed out on the ground with a mouth-watering smile.

Then he would slowly stretch his hands towards me, use his slender fingers to push the golden hair away from my face, touch my face, and then unzip my sportswear...

Wait, his physical strength is so high, how can I possibly bear it!

No, no, but I am in a coma now. No matter what he wants to do to me, I can't stop him...

"Yinglili, Yinglili?"

Holding the light and weightless girl in his arms, Hojo Kyousuke shouted softly twice. At this time, the posture of the two of them was really a bit inelegant, because the girl fell to the ground too suddenly, and he only had time to step forward and reach out to catch her.

The position where he caught it was not good, because the girl fell face down, so the position of his hand was a little awkward.

But it’s just that I don’t feel anything. Rather, it’s just because I don’t feel anything that it’s not good. Otherwise, he wouldn't shout, and it wouldn't matter even if the girl was left in a daze forever.

After shouting twice, seeing that Eiriri still had no reaction, Hojo Kyosuke guessed that she was frightened.

Regardless of his behavior on the day they met or the subsequent communication on the Internet, he was sure. Even though this girl usually looks tough when getting along with her, she starts to get into trouble when she encounters something that cannot be explained.

In fact, not only is she very simple and shy, she is also very timid.

She is the one who is said to be addicted to food.

"Eiri-ri!"

He slightly increased the volume while holding the girl's arm and shaking it slightly.

Um?

Yinglili, who was still immersed in the plot of her own book, felt the itch in the front of her body and came back to her senses in an instant.

She was now in MJ's classic tilted 45° position, and she could see her breasts by lowering her head slightly.

Is there a hand on my chest?

Lowering her head and looking again and again, Yinglili confirmed repeatedly, whether it was the force coming from her hand or everything she saw with her eyes, everything was told to her.

There was really a hand holding her chest.

"ah!!!"

Not caring that she was in someone else's hands, Yinglili immediately started twisting wildly, trying to attack with her blond hair.

But she forgot that she was at home now, without twin tails, and the attack power of her silky blond hair was really limited.

The girl in his arms suddenly began to struggle, making Hojo Kyosuke almost lose his grip. I quickly exerted force on my hands, and the place that was flat just now suddenly became a little elastic.

"Pervert! You, you, you, what are you doing with your hands!"

Like an electric current, a strong feeling with a little pain came from her chest, making Yinglili feel like a kitten being lifted up by the back of her neck, and she instantly became quiet. It's just that her face was so red that it seemed like it was going into overdrive, making people worry about whether she would faint.

Alas, this happened.

Hojo Kyousuke sighed inwardly, then picked up Eri and placed her firmly on the ground.

"Sorry, I'm rude."

After seeing the girl stand firm, Hojo Kyousuke let go of her hand.

A certain tough-looking coward was so shy that he didn't even dare to look at the speaker. Instead, he turned to look at the drawing board that he still held tightly in his hand even if he fell.

"Ah! My painting!" Yinglili exclaimed.

Hojo Kyosuke also looked over, and it was indeed not a serious painting as he thought.

A man with a bare upper body was holding a girl in a princess dress with twin tails.

Although it is just a rough draft and has not been colored, the entire picture is already full of color and beauty.

There were still beads of sweat on the boy's distinct muscles, and the hot breath exhaled from his mouth, part of the hand holding the girl had already sunk into the girl's soft plumpness.

In the picture, part of the girl's profile is exposed in the shadow of red clouds. Her hands are tightly hugging the boy's neck, and her mouth is also breathing hot air.

Anyone who is blind knows what will happen next and looks forward to seeing what happens next.

The only pity is that the boy's face was torn at this moment.

"You should still be able to read it if you put it together."

Saying this, Hojo Kyousuke stretched out his hand to try it out.

"no!"

Hearing this, Yinglili, who was still sad that the painting she had worked so hard for a week and revised so many times was just gone, shrank her two little hands and immediately hid the painting behind her back.

Damn it, he actually saw it clearly! He wouldn’t recognize him and me in the painting, would he? Thinking this, Yinglili took two steps back.

"Huh? There's a problem!"

Hojo Kyosuke said suspiciously, and at the same time stretched out his hand tentatively behind Eiri.

"What are you going to do!"

Eiriri immediately stepped back, her face still red. She didn't know if it was the aftereffects just now, or she thought of something again when she saw Hojo Kyosuke's hand.

"When I look at that painting, it feels a bit familiar."

"What a shame! As for your painting skills, whatever seems familiar or unfamiliar is all an illusion, an illusion!"

The girl hid the painting tightly behind her back. To be honest, compared to her slender figure, the painting board looked huge.

Looking at the girl's somewhat funny posture, Hojo Kyousuke secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Anyway, he finally got over it.

"Lily, Hojo-san, it's time to eat."

Mrs. Sayuri's voice came from the door.

"Come right away."

Eiriri responded first, then turned to look at Hojo Kyosuke.

"You must not tell others what happened just now! Otherwise!"

Otherwise, the girl murmured for a long time without saying anything, but her pretty fair face turned redder and redder, her little tiger teeth moved, and she shook her blond hair and left.

Seeing Eiri, who looked very small in green sportswear, carrying a huge drawing board and heading towards the door in an aggressive manner, Hojo Kyosuke wanted to remind her, but he raised his hand and put it down again.

Carrying the drawing board and walking to the door, Yinglili found something in her hand.

"Hojo, you go out first, I have something else to do." The girl's proud voice sounded like she was commanding her knight, but her pretty red face was really lacking in momentum.

"Yes, I'll wait for you at the door. Hide it quickly." Needless to say, Hojo Kyousuke also knew that Eiriri planned to hide the painting.

Really, I don’t know what to hide. Such paintings are nothing compared to Yinglili’s drafts he saw last time.

With this thought in mind, Hojo Kyousuke passed Eiriri and walked out of the door. When he walked out, the girl's slow words came from behind him.

"Who's hiding! I just want to change into a pair of socks suitable for eating!"

Yinglili's furious voice came out in the room, followed by the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

After about a minute, the door to the room opened again.

"Ahem, let's go." Ying Lili walked out while playing with Liu Hai.

Hojo Kyosuke lowered his head and looked at the ankle exposed in her slippers without changing her socks. It wasn't because he was observing too carefully, but because Yinglili wasn't wearing socks at all. No matter before or now, I only wear a pair of yellow cotton slippers.

"Staring at the beautiful girl's feet and looking at it all the time!" Yinglili held her chest with her hands and took two steps back, looking scared.

"No, you didn't change at all..."

"What a waste of time! How can anyone change their socks during a meal?"

"But, it's not you..."

"Long-winded!"

Yinglili used her unique braid attack. She had just tied her long, silky hair into twin tails, and now she was swinging them up like two hot wheels.

Hojo Kyousuke was caught off guard, his mouth was invaded, and he helplessly raised his hand to block it.

"Lily, hurry up and bring Hojo-san down."

Mrs. Sayuri's voice came from downstairs, and Eirili stopped her head.

Oops, dizzy!

Facing Hojo Kyousuke, who was much taller than herself, Eiri used more than ten times the strength she usually used to deal with her father. Now she felt dizzy as soon as she stopped.

Looking at Eiri, who was suddenly suffering from hypotension, Hojo Kyousuke didn't care to spit out the blond hair in his mouth, and quickly grabbed the other person's arm.

"Let's go."

"oh."

Eiriri, whose head was dizzy, felt the steady strength in her hands, and followed Hojo Kyosuke in a daze.

When she started going down the stairs, she came to her senses, quickly broke away from Hojo Kyousuke's support, and slowly walked down the stairs while feeling the handrail.

This mansion also has a luxurious dining place that matches the whole house, with a long dining table with vases on it, but Yingli took him directly past that room and walked into a much smaller room. Inside was a dining table just big enough for four people.

At this time, Mrs. Sayuri and a blond foreign man were already sitting there. Seeing Hojo Kyosuke come in, Mrs. Sayuri was still sitting and just smiled gently at Hojo Kyosuke.

The blond man stood up, stepped out of the chair, and reached across the dining table towards Hojo Kyosuke.

Although he didn't expect it to be so formal, Hojo Kyosuke immediately reached out his hand and shook it. Yinglili rolled her eyes and sat down opposite her mother minding her own business.

"Hello, I am Yinglili's father, Robin Spencer. Thank you for your help to my little girl before. It's really rude that I haven't expressed my gratitude to you for so long."

"Hello, I'm Hojo Kyosuke. It's just a trivial matter, not worthy of your courtesy."

"Haha, it's not a trivial matter. Lily showed off to Robin for a long time afterwards, saying that you are Robin Hood."

"Mother!"

Ying Lili, who was already cutting the omelette, didn't expect that their hypocritical politeness could be extended to her, so her pretty face turned red and she shouted softly.

"Ara, it seems that he said something that cannot be said."

Mrs. Sayuri raised her right hand and covered her mouth with the back of her hand, laughing softly.

Mr. Spencer, who originally wanted to say something, suddenly smiled happily when he saw the loving scene between his wife and daughter.

"Dad, watch your expression, your diplomat's mask is about to fall off." Ying Lili angrily put a piece of fried egg in her mouth.

"Ahem, let's start eating, Hojo-san." Mr. Spencer said, his expression immediately calming.

"Okay." Hojo Kyosuke sat down in the last empty seat, next to Eiri and opposite to Robin.

How should I put it, this scene always feels a bit subtle, like the scene where a newlywed couple dines with their parents after their first night.

As soon as this idea came out, Hojo Kyosuke was so shocked that he immediately lowered his head and started eating.

Omelets, oatmeal, sandwiches, black tea with milk. And maybe because of his appetite, the portions are quite generous.

That's right. No one eats white rice so early in the morning.

A picture flashed in Hojo Kyosuke's mind, a traditional Japanese room called a Japanese room, a low table, and a female figure carrying a small bowl of rice to eat there.

That's the Mitsuha family of Miyamizu?

No, no, no, how can there be a beautiful girl with blond hair and twin tails sitting next to her who is still thinking about another girl? It’s so rude!

Shaking his head inwardly, Hojo Kyosuke looked at Eiri next to him with his peripheral vision. Unexpectedly, as soon as his eyes moved over, he met the other person's eyes.

The two of them turned their heads at the same time as if they were electrocuted.

Why is this guy secretly looking at me?

Eiri felt that her face was so hot that she could fry an egg. It was all because of this guy Hojo. It seemed that her face had been red since he came.

Really, just eat honestly and watch what I do!

Eiriri would not say that she felt that the current eating scene was too similar to those humiliation doujinshis she drew, so she couldn't help but look at Hojo Kyosuke.

After all, according to the normal plot development, what should be under the table now is...

Thinking of this, Yinglili's hand shook and the fork immediately fell to the ground.

Bang!