Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Hojo Kyousuke woke up when his cell phone vibrated, grabbed his cell phone and turned off the alarm.

So, why didn't Mitsuha Miyamizu cover him with a quilt when he went to bed last night? Sitting up straight, he habitually opened his phone, wanting to see yesterday's memo.

As soon as it was unlocked, a photo of beautiful legs in black stockings appeared on the phone screen.

The thickness of the stockings is just right, which not only highlights the perfect shape of the legs, but also allows you to vaguely see the snow-white skin underneath. Whether it is voluptuousness or lines, it can only be described as top-notch.

Where did that miko lady find this photo? According to Hojo Kyosuke's common sense, anyone with such beautiful legs must be a "celebrity" at the level of the protagonist!

After struggling to move his body away from those beautiful legs, Hojo Kyousuke realized that the screen at this moment was a dialog box, and the photo was sent by the "straight person" opposite. At this moment, the account logged in on his mobile phone was not his own, but an account called "Sayuga".

So Mitsuha Miyamizu also got his own account?

Hojo Kyousuke originally wanted to log out of the account directly. After all, this was Mitsuha Miyamizu's privacy, but after thinking about their situation, there was no such thing as privacy. Besides, wasn't this his own phone? Isn’t he just a friend who posts photos of beautiful legs in black stockings? He wanted to check carefully whether the suspected "celebrity" opposite was committing telecom fraud against Mitsuha Miyamizu.

After taking a look, he felt relieved and understood why the other party would send such a photo.

"If you can join this chat room, you are also a member of the Rampage Angel, right?" - Naoto

"That's right, aren't you too?" - Mitsuha Miyamizu

"Of course I do too, but have you ever read the comic called "One Punch Man" by the director?" - Naoto

“I’ve seen it, it’s really great!”

"I'm so envious. I have to wait until next week to buy it. I think the illustrations of "Love Metronome" need improvement compared to the full-length manga." - Naoto

"It's completely unnecessary. Sayuka's illustrations perfectly match my imagination of Sayuka, especially those legs wearing black stockings, which are really enviable."

"Envy?!" - Naoto

"Yeah, it's impossible for a girl to have legs like that in reality."

"Oh, that's it. But no, I know a friend whose legs are more beautiful than Sayuka's legs in the illustration." - Naoto

"Really? Let me see. Let me see."

"This is a photo of my friend, you can only see it, please don't spread it (picture)"

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Then there was nothing more. Hojo Kyousuke looked at it and saw that it was already 12 o'clock. Combined with the fact that Mitsuha Miyamizu fell asleep without even covering herself with a quilt, he speculated that the miko lady had not waited for the photos she wanted to see. I fell asleep directly, so I didn't even have time to log out of this account.

Before that, the two of them had been chatting about the contents of "Metronome of Love" for several hours. Mitsuha Miyamizu mainly copied the contents from his notes and praised the author from time to time.

So, Naoto-kun, your friend is yourself, right? And Mitsuha Miyamizu, I’m not telling you why, as a girl, you would be interested in other girls’ beautiful legs in black stockings? Fortunately, the account used was not mine, otherwise the person opposite would have thought I was not a serious person.

After posting the photo, Naoto didn't wait for a reply or send another message. Was it because he was shocked that he didn't receive recognition or praise after posting his own photo? Hojo Kyosuke guessed. After hesitating for a moment, he clicked on the input box.

"Sorry, I suddenly fell asleep last night. Your legs are beautiful." Click to send.

Well, just to prevent Miyamizu Mitsuha from making the friends she finally made sad.

"It's not my leg! It's my friend!" - Naoto

Oh, I accidentally told the truth. Hojo Kyousuke didn't expect that the other party would reply instantly. Yes, the other party was a member of the Rampage Angels. It was just time to get up and go to school.

"Sorry, typo. Your friend's legs are indeed prettier than Sayuka in the illustration." He typed sincerely.

"Um."

"I'm going to school first, and we'll talk later."

"goodbye."

Without looking at anything else on this account, Hojo Kyousuke logged out and logged into his own account, and sent a message to Eiri, telling the other party that he would find her after dinner.

"My mother asked you to come over and have dinner with me." - Ying Lili

"OK."

Hojo Kyousuke replied instantly. This familiar feeling of intimacy made him feel as if he had returned to his previous life. In this life, it seemed that only Sakura and Glass's mother would be so kind to his aunt.

After breakfast, he picked up his schoolbag and rode to school. Mitsuha Miyamizu didn't write down the signing yesterday in the memo. Although the money had arrived very efficiently, he still had to ask about the specific details. Saki Tetsuta.

On the other side of Wako City, Hojo Kyosuke thought he was going to school as well.

"Xiao Shi, you're going to be late." Kasumigaoka Masae knocked on the door lightly. It was strange that even if his daughter stayed up late reading novels until very late, she would wait until she went to school to catch up on her sleep. Today, she stayed in bed?

After waiting for a few seconds, but there was still no movement inside, she opened the door gently and saw her daughter lying on the bed, with a satisfied smile on her face and her mobile phone tightly in her hand. The white nightgown was also pulled up to her waist, and her two snow-white legs were exposed. Even a drop of saliva flowed from the corner of her mouth because of her sleeping posture.

Mrs. Kasumigaoka, who rarely saw her daughter lying in bed, had a doting smile on her face and had no intention of waking her daughter up. She walked up, took out a handkerchief and wiped the crystal water droplets from the corner of her daughter's mouth, and then gently pinched the cute sleeping face.

"Only at this time will Xiao Shi show such a cute look."

While muttering softly, she gently pulled down her nightgown to cover her legs. Then she reached out to take the phone away from her daughter's hand, but she didn't expect that her sleeping daughter was still holding the phone tightly. When she exerted a little force, her daughter's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled, and she was about to wake up.

"Let you sleep with your phone."

After thinking for a moment and recalling what her daughter said at the dinner table last night, Mrs. Kasumigaoka guessed that her daughter must have been chatting with Hojo Kyosuke late last night.

But in fact, both Kyousuke Hojo and Mrs. Kasumigaoka guessed wrong. The sleeping black-haired girl actually stared at the phone and waited for the reply from the other side all night. She was not satisfied until she just received the reply. Fell asleep.

She gave up taking the phone, adjusted her daughter's posture, pulled the quilt over and covered her daughter, and then walked out to help her daughter ask for a day off from school.

On the other side, Hojo Kyosuke was riding on the asphalt road. It had been so long, and his riding skills had improved a lot. When he went for a ride with his subordinates at night, he no longer needed his subordinates to slow down and wait for him.

While waiting for the traffic light, he looked at the people in school uniforms carrying schoolbags and black suits carrying briefcases hurriedly walking on the zebra crossing. He sincerely thanked Maki Kyousuke. If it weren't for him, he would still have to squeeze in every morning. Where's the subway?

May is about to enter, and the temperature in Tokyo is gradually rising. When riding a motorcycle, the wind blowing in the face makes people feel comfortable. Of course, this is because wearing a helmet filters out part of the exhaust smell.

The subordinates who came to school and greeted him had bright smiles on their faces.

Strange, why do I feel like these guys are closer to him than before? Although his subordinates respected him very much before, today they feel that the distance between them has suddenly become much closer.

"Kisaki, tell me about the signing yesterday." Since the idiot Tetsuta Kisaki had already thought Mitsuha Miyamizu had a split personality, Hojo Kyousuke asked directly without any disguise.

"Yes, the content of the contract is probably... Editor-in-Chief Shimomura helped to secure a good position in the next issue of the magazine. The manuscript fee was settled with the publishing house yesterday. As mentioned before, it is 1.50,000 yen per copy after tax. , this part of the tax will be settled by the magazine and the society when it is time to pay the tax.

Considering that half of the manuscript fee you said Hojo should be paid to the collaborator, I kept half of it in cash, and the other half was deposited in the bank with Mitsuha Miyamizu."

Tetsuta Kisaki took out a small notepad and spoke carefully while comparing it with each item. After finishing speaking, he closed the notepad and pushed the gold frame.

"Haha, sorry to bother you, Kisaki, you are so reliable!" Hojo Kyosuke smiled and patted Kisaki Tetsuta on the shoulder. It was so worry-free to have such a subordinate.

"That's my job."

"By the way, those subordinates seem to be more kind to me today than before. Do you know why?"

"I don't know!" Tetsuta Kisaki replied categorically. Just kidding, you used to be a high and mighty god. Yesterday, everyone was able to fight you back and forth. Those guys thought it was the president's long-haired welfare, and they were so moved. Isn't this feeling just rising?

"Really?" Hojo Kyosuke glanced at Kisaki suspiciously and had no intention of asking any more questions. Anyway, it seemed to be a good thing at the moment.

"Morning reading is about to start. Let's study." Tetsuta Kisaki turned his head and started reading.

During the kendo club activities after school, the members discovered that the invincible commander was back. No one could last a round under him, let alone score against him.

"It seems like there's only one chance like that." Onizuka Eikichi collapsed on the ground in rough clothes.

"Do you still want to give the commander two blows every day?" Danma Ryuuji also made the same gesture.

"Little ones, get up quickly and continue training."

Maki Kyosuke clapped his hands and shouted loudly that most of the main players in the high school kendo club are currently in their second year of high school. Starting next year, everyone will work hard to enter higher schools, so this is their last chance to win the national high school kendo competition.

Neon’s higher education institution refers to senior middle schools, that is, high schools. The National Higher Education Institutions Kendo Conference can also be understood as the National High School Kendo Convention.

"Yes!" Guan Yuandaogao and others who were also tired and sat on the ground shouted loudly and stood up.

"It's such a passionate high school life." Hojo Kyosuke had already finished taking a shower and changed into regular clothes and walked out of the lounge. He sighed as he looked at the people on the field who were shouting crazily and wielding swords to fight.

"Okay, if you have a date, go and hurry up. Don't be an eyesore here." Maki Kyosuke waved his hand in disgust, signaling the leisurely person to disappear quickly.

"Hahaha, if you are really worried, how about we stay together for more training after the July holiday?" Hojo Kyosuke asked.

"What are you talking about? Isn't this a matter of course? After the holidays, everyone in the kendo club must stay at school and practice for me every day until I have no strength at all!"

"That sounds terrible."

"Anyway, didn't you originally plan to return to your hometown in Hokkaido after participating in the junior high school kendo competition?"

When talking about the middle school kendo competition, Maki Kyousuke sounded unusually relaxed. Because unlike the high school kendo competition, the middle school kendo competition has rewards for daring to fight like the Jade Dragon Banner. That is to say, as long as there is one person who is strong enough, he can choose one person to defeat everyone on the opposite team and win directly.

"Oh, I forgot about this." Hojo Kyosuke, who became rich through tutoring and comics, apparently forgot his original plan to go home at public expense.

"You kid, please be more serious." Kyousuke Maki scolded with a smile.

"I'm going to leave first. You should stop it. I see that Onizuka guy is almost frothing at the mouth."

"Kisaki, I'm leaving first. Come on." After bidding farewell to Tetsuta Kisaki who was resting next to him, Hojo Kyousuke left the kendo club.

After seeing his eldest brother leave, Tetsuta Kisaki finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had done too many things yesterday, including some publicity plan, letting his eldest brother's split personality be beaten, and the support team, one after another, all of which would happen if exposed. The beating made him frightened for a whole day.

Oh, by the way, of course the kind-hearted miko lady didn’t write down Kisaki Tetsuta’s name in the memo. Although it was painful to practice and study, she still knew that it was "he" who did that because of the relationship with the other person.

When heading to the parking lot, Hojo Kyosuke sent a message to Okudera Miki, explaining that he would not be able to go to the Garden of Words tonight due to work reasons.

It was after five o'clock, and the roads in Tokyo were not too crowded. In fact, for the city of Tokyo, the so-called morning peak and evening peak refer more to the subway. From six o'clock when the workers start getting off work until the last train, the subway will be very busy.

I rode my bicycle to the old Furukawa Garden. This time, under the command of Eri, Hojo Kyosuke did not park the motorcycle in the parking lot, but rode directly to the main door of the western-style building.

After stopping, as soon as he got off the motorcycle, he saw someone wearing a blue dress standing at the door waiting for him.

The girl's long golden hair was tied into twin tails and stuck obediently to her back. From the white sleeves exposed at the shoulders, it could be seen that the girl was wearing a white shirt. The upper part of the blue knee-length dress was neatly arranged with four or five golden buttons starting from the chest. Li overall looks a bit more dignified, but the two snow-white slender calves under the meticulous skirt fully reflect the youthful and lively wave of the girl.

"How long do you have to look there? Come in and eat quickly." Seeing Hojo Kyosuke staring at her non-stop as soon as he got off his motorcycle, Eirili was so proud that her little fangs were exposed, and she yelled rudely road.

"Good afternoon, Eiri, but why aren't you wearing your green sportswear? Don't you say you should wear comfortable clothes at home?" Hojo Kyosuke walked towards the door.

"What a shame! I can wear whatever I want. Don't you think I changed my clothes just to welcome you? You narcissist!"

Eiri, who was originally happy, turned around immediately when she heard Hojo Kyousuke's words, folded her hands in front of her chest and snorted coldly.

"Although I didn't say that, it's really beautiful!" Hojo Kyosuke followed him through the door and said with a smile.

"Hmph, do you still need to say such a thing?" The girl snorted again, but the corners of her mouth were raised high.

"Kyosuke-kun, good afternoon."

Seeing the two people come in, Mrs. Sayuri standing in the living room smiled and said hello. Just like what Eiri said last time, Mrs. Sayuri Sawamura really pays attention to her image all the time. She is now wearing a long black dress that looks like she is attending a formal dinner, which perfectly highlights her curvy figure.

"Excuse me again, Aunt Sayuri." Hojo Kyosuke bowed slightly to say hello. If Aunt Sayuri is here, it seems that Mr. Spencer will cook today's dinner again.

"Kyosuke-kun, come here quickly, I've prepared my specialty British food for you today."

Mr. Spencer leaned half out of the doorway of the small kitchen and shouted. Hojo Kyousuke noticed that the apron he was wearing had several colorful anime girls printed on it.

That's awesome, Mr. Diplomat, he is a perfect example of a homebody.

After entering the kitchen and seeing that the so-called British dishes on the table were only fried potatoes and fried fish, Hojo Kyousuke breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hurry up and try something!" Mr. Spencer couldn't wait to say as soon as he sat down.

"This sauce was made by my mother, you can eat it with confidence." Ying Lili said, pointing to a plate of brown sauce on the table.

"Thank you."

"Hurry up and eat. My dad was very happy when he heard you were coming."

"Lily, it's not you who has been doing this since noon..."

"What a shame! Hurry up and eat your fried potatoes!" The girl turned her face away, picked up a piece of fried cod, sprinkled some sesame salt on it and stuffed it into her small mouth.

There will be more later