Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

[Tokyo, Kita-ku, Old Furukawa Gardens]

Ying Lili is also holding a copy of "Weekly Bunshun" in her hand. This is a magazine that her family orders every issue. Although the whole family is not interested in those gossips, both her mother and herself have people around them who can talk about such things. friend.

"Five million copies."

After murmuring softly and staring at the bright red numbers for a while, Yinglili closed the magazine. Completely different from the explosive content, the cover of "Weekly Bunshun" looks as plain as a children's picture book.

Are they trying to deceive ignorant consumers with their cover? Looking at the cartoon pig cover with a pink background, Ying Lili thought wildly.

Putting down the magazine, she picked up the comic that had been on the front of the bookend since yesterday. The girl stood up, stepped on the thick carpet with her delicate little feet, walked to the door of the balcony, and put on yellow Crocs. , came to the guardrail.

With her back against the guardrail, the girl opened the comic again. Although it was a new book that was just opened yesterday, there are obvious traces of reading it now.

The night wind blew the maple trees in the courtyard, blowing away the clouds covering the moon, and the bright moonlight fell on the girl.

Different from the green sportswear she wore at home in the past, because she accompanied her parents to a banquet hosted by someone unknown today, and as soon as she got home she couldn't wait to take out the magazine and read the news about Hojo Kyosuke, so the girl didn't have time yet. Change into casual clothes.

The upper body is a red knee-length skirt with suspenders. The silk fabric closely fits the girl's delicate body. A few simple folds bring out the gradually rising and falling breasts and uncontrollable slender waist. The snow-white straight legs are wrapped in white stockings, the elegant lines of the calf, the red skirt and the absolute space between the thighs all tell the youthful beauty of the girl.

The wind that blew away the clouds swirled back again, as if it was not content with just letting the moonlight kiss the girl's delicate body, it also quietly got under the girl's skirt. Under that floating red, is it the moonlight, or the white silk, or the girl's delicate skin?

"Really, that's why I hate wearing skirts."

He muttered in his mouth and pressed his skirt casually. Yinglili's eyes still did not leave the comic in her hand, and the happy smile on her face did not diminish at all because of this episode. Although she looked really good in a skirt, even the female royal members of his father's home country could not avoid being exposed due to strong winds, so what could she do? Fortunately, there were only her parents and her in the manor at the moment, so the girl didn't bother to change into casual clothes for a while.

Even the breeze seems to be unable to help but urge to turn the page quickly, but the girl who still holds the book and reads it for a long time is still stuck on the first page, her bright blue eyes that are still shining even at night are looking at that without blinking. One line:

"To the best painter in the world, Mr. Eri Kashiwagi"

"Really, this idiot, I told him to stop calling this name all day long!"

Holding the comic in her left hand, Ying Lili raised her right hand and gently touched the line of black and delicate handwriting.

"Why does a boy write so beautifully? It looks just like what's printed. Is that guy really a robot?"

After taking one last nostalgic look at the message, Yinglili finally opened the comic at the back.

Familiar vaccine people, the two met for the first time, created this comic that belongs to two people amidst the quarrel, and created their own debut work amidst the quarrel, the fan exhibition was sold out, and the comic magazine was serialized...

No matter what kind of request he makes, he won't get angry, no matter how awkward he behaves, he can read his own thoughts, and he can seriously consider the plot even when faced with the doujinshi he drew based on him...

It turns out that without even realizing it, that person has left so many traces in my memory.

A girl who has played countless otome games and has a delicate drawing style, and who draws shoujo manga, certainly knows what her character is like. Although she doesn't want to admit it, she has a clear understanding of herself. Isn't she the tsundere that everyone likes in anime?

As a creator, of course, you must have a very good understanding of the cuteness and formation principles of these attributes, otherwise the character will collapse.

No matter what kind of personality you have, it all comes from your life experience and your own emotional needs. Just like a prince must be polite and a princess must be innocent and cute, they are all caused by identity and experience.

Even in a school full of young ladies, she is the one who stands at the top. Her words and deeds are more pleasing to the eye than the daughter of a hereditary politician, and her dress and appearance are more perfect than the daughter of a consortium family, whether in class or in school. As long as you appear in the club, you will immediately become the focus of the audience.

A kind and reliable senior, a cute and sensible junior, a mixed-race boy with a great figure, a diplomat’s daughter, a blond British aristocrat...

The self who puts on the mask has received countless praises. In that state, no matter what kind of questions he faces, he will not feel embarrassed. He only needs to use his brain to find out from "Ten Thousand Words of a Young Lady" The way to deal with it is not like the blushing, shameful and angry way when facing Hojo Kyosuke, otherwise how can you maintain your dignity!

She will not deny that the perfect side is also a part of herself, but the interest cultivated by her parents since she was a child, which has always brought her happiness, and the otaku side that can fully release herself, has never gained any people’s approval.

As a girl in adolescence, Yinglili is naturally eager to share her favorite games with others, as well as the happiness and sadness that the games bring to her. When I see a good novel, I hope someone can understand the joy that comes from the heart. When I see a bad novel, I hope someone can accompany me to scold the author together. I hope someone can recognize me as an otaku.

But because of my childhood experiences, I have always hidden this side of myself, and of course I will never find such a person.

This feeling keeps accumulating in my heart, eager to find support, eager to be cared for, and eager to be recognized. However, when such a person actually appeared, the girl was unwilling to express her happiness and joy frankly due to long-term depression and the pride brought about by her eldest side.

Really, if that guy knew that he was so happy because of his words, he would definitely get carried away!

That's it, inexplicable thoughts will appear in the girl's head uncontrollably, and then she will act very arrogantly and deny her happiness.

Since she met Hojo Kyosuke, she has always adhered to etiquette when facing kind strangers and always said "please" when she opened her mouth. Now, she has fully revealed her true side and said "Hey!". The girl has also been annoyed by her awkward behavior.

Meeting such a person who had the same perfect otaku identity as herself and who was also interested in otaku culture, Eiri was so happy that she would bury her face in the pillow at night and laugh non-stop while recalling the two of them. A whole night of insomnia.

At the same time, I am also worried that the other party will be angry and alienate from me because of my awkward performance. After all, no one would like their friend to be a person who clearly wants to drink Coke and wants to die, but says contemptuously, "Humph, a drink for the common people."

She also thought about whether she should work hard to change it, but unfortunately, reality is not a game, and there is no "character" option.

Moreover, gradually, the girl discovered that she did not need to change her personality for him. He can really see through his own thoughts behind his awkward behavior at a glance, and will not be angry because of his rude words. He will keep all the concerns about him hidden under his arrogance in his heart.

If you dislike him, it will only be a disservice. He will nod his head and say yes, and then work hard without complaint;

If you call him a pervert who peeks at a girl's beautiful legs, he will look at it more intently as if he is appreciating a work of art, as if he has permission;

He is proud to say that his painting skills do not need approval from others. He understands and tries his best to use his meager painting knowledge to praise himself from all aspects;

If you hit him when you are shy, he will never feel that his behavior is inexplicable. He will only relax his muscles to avoid the pain of hitting his hand.

Ah, really, it’s so unreasonable why there are such inexplicable people! It’s like it was created just for you!

Sure enough, my mother is right. Even a rotten girl like her can find a husband like her father. A blond tsundere like me in the second dimension who is loved by everyone will definitely be able to meet someone who can understand her and tolerate her little temper. human.

Maybe he just likes himself who is so arrogant. After all, what makes him arrogant is that he also has such a dazzling appearance.

In the comic in his hand, the dull-faced bald Saitama seemed to overlap with someone's face, and the characters in the dialog box next to him seemed to have changed to "Eiriri is the best artist in the world."

This guy tries his best to say nice things to the little girl every day. Does he think that he will be embarrassed to accept his money?

Shaking his head, the characters in the comic changed to their normal appearance. The bald head was still the same, and the expression was still dull, just like that idiot named Hojo Kyosuke.

The girl closed the comic, walked to the balcony door, took off her Crocs, closed the glass door, pulled up the curtains, and walked to the closet with light steps. In the short distance of four meters, the girl jumped five times like Little Red Riding Hood picking mushrooms. .

She lowered her body and slowly took off her white stockings.

Hum, haven’t I started to grow now? Soon there will be no need for artistic processing!

The girl thought proudly as she watched the skin that was softer than stockings and the soft flesh underneath being released bit by bit.

She took off her red silk dress and stood in front of the full-length mirror. She looked at herself wearing only white lace underwear. She admired her seductive body with even flesh and bones, and imagined how someone would drool after seeing it. look. Yinglili bared her little fangs proudly, but her fair and delicate face was already flushed with embarrassment because of her inexplicable thoughts.

If he can like himself like this, he must be discerning!

No longer fantasizing, she quickly took out a set of green sportswear from the first door of the closet and put it on. There are only three types of clothes in the wardrobe in the room, one is green sportswear, the other is overalls, and the other are some solid-color T-shirts and pain clothes bought at fan exhibitions.

Although the painting style is gorgeous and delicate, and the girls under her are more beautiful and attractive than the last, this girl who is a bit sloppy in private never knows how to match her own clothes. She always turns to her mother for help whenever she is in need. The mother whose clothes were so good that she would give lectures and share her dressing tips with her friends at tea parties every week, had four cloakrooms of thirty square meters in which the whole family's clothes were stored. Dressing up her family was her hobby.

Whether it was a banquet or a meeting with Hojo Kyosuke, her mother would prepare suitable and beautiful clothes for her.

Before coming to the workbench, she took off her contact lenses, blinked her eyes and relaxed for a while, put on her black-rimmed glasses, unfolded the comic, leaned against the wall behind the desk, and let the line of words face her. .

The best painter in the world

This guy, it turns out that I am so important in his heart. If this is the case, he must say it directly! What a arrogant guy!

Although she was delighted with her position in Hojo Kyosuke's heart, the girl also knew very well that her current level was far from worthy of such praise. Even though Kyosuke has said countless times that the success of "One Punch Man" is his own fault, the girl who has always had a clear understanding of herself knows that even without herself, Hojo Kyosuke will definitely succeed with his strength.

At the budding fan exhibition not long ago, she could easily find dozens of painters who could help Kyousuke complete the comics. Although they were not as talented or as cute as she was, their painting skills all depended on the accumulation of years of experience. But comics are not based on drawing skills.

However, since he is the best painter in the world in his heart, he must always occupy this position!

Ying Lili took down a novel, "Metronome of Love" from the bookend.

After the last fan exhibition, the most common criticism she heard, whether in person or online, was that her plot was too weak.

Humph, if Kyousuke hadn't allowed me to draw my true experience, I would have made you jealous to death!

Thinking like this, the girl opened "Metronome of Love". Although she learned about the novel from the bad guy who had broken off the relationship, she and Kyousuke got acquainted through it, and she also started to have contact with Kyousuke through it. , so she read this novel carefully afterwards, not just once, but four times with tears in her eyes!

Now, she's ready to watch it for the fifth time. It's not because I want to miss my first meeting with Kyousuke, but because I'm preparing to make a doujinshi called "Love Metronome". Every creator has his own perseverance, just like he believes that his encounter with Kyosuke will be the envy of countless people. Eiriri believes that this novel will move her to tears, but she can't help but read it over and over again. , you will definitely be able to burst out with inspiration and draw a book that can move others to tears!

I really still need to improve in terms of plot, so I will start with fan creation. As long as I keep moving forward, I will definitely become the most suitable artist for Kyousuke in the world!

"Up, up, down, left, right, left, right—"

Suddenly a male voice rang, and Yinglili quickly ran to the bed and took out her mobile phone from her handbag.

On the screen, a big-headed little man was doing stretching exercises and making such sounds. At first glance, it seemed like an ordinary alarm clock reminding him to do radio gymnastics. But if you look closely, the head of the big-headed villain is clearly that of Hojo Kyousuke. It's not a cartoon, it's just a photo cut out and pasted there.

This idiot, I just sat down and asked me to do some exercise before I even picked up the pen. He is so stupid!

Looking at the dull-looking Hojo Kyousuke's profile picture on the screen that she had specially found from the video, and listening to the voice that was also intercepted by herself, Eiri smiled, stretched out her slender green-white index finger, and flicked it gently. Kyousuke's head on the screen.

“Dong dong—Lily, it’s time to take a rest.”

The knock on the door interrupted the girl's interest, and she quickly nodded Kyousuke Hojo's head to turn off the alarm clock.

"Okay, I'm just about to start relaxing my body." Ying Lili responded loudly to her mother outside the door.

"How about we do push-ups and squats together today?" Mrs. Sayuri outside the door asked with a smile.

"Mom!" Upon hearing this, Eiri, who was a little shy because she was interrupted by looking at Hojo Kyosuke's photo, immediately raised her head and shouted shyly.

Really, didn’t I just praise the unique exercise method designed by Hojo Kyosuke when I got the booklet? At most, I just praised it for a little while. Is there any need to keep mentioning it?

"Hehehe~~"

Even without looking, Ying Lili could imagine her mother's teasing expression outside the door. The small and delicate Qiong wrinkled her nose, put her phone on the desk, and walked to the carpet next to her. The girl in green sportswear began to stretch her body seriously with a somewhat awkward posture.

After a long time, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and the panting girl stopped her last eyeball exercises. She wanted to sit on a chair and call her father to get her a bottle of iced Coke, but after thinking about it, the girl slowly lay on the ground and did a push-up with difficulty.

I heard that push-ups are also very good for women's breast development. I am not really like those idiots on the Internet who want to imitate Saitama's exercises. My hair will fall out!

After resting for a while, the girl went to the bathroom in the room to clean up a little, then returned to her desk and started reading the novel. She wrote down all the points that moved her and started to think about her own fanfic.

The soft white light of the desk lamp gently fell on the girl's body. Her delicate and pretty face was full of serious concentration. The pen in her hand was writing and drawing on the manuscript paper from time to time.

In Tokyo under the dark night, not only the blond girl is working hard towards her goal, but on the other side, the girl with black hair and red eyes is also fighting for her pride.

"Xiao Shi! No!"

Machida Eonko grabbed the author's wrist tightly, but the slender and elegant wrist that used to dance on the keyboard now had amazing power, and she pressed the button steadfastly - Delete.

"It's over, the editor-in-chief will ask me to get out tomorrow." Machida Enzi sat down on the carpet and said desperately.

"Ms. Machida, you have to understand that people should have higher pursuits. We don't pursue things, but the pursuit itself. What I just deleted is just the failure written by me in the past. Next, you will see a more perfect s work."

The girl sitting in front of the desk took off her white hairband and slowly combed the hair that had been messed up due to the dispute with her fingers. She looked at her editor with dazzling red eyes and spoke in a cold voice. There is unquestionable confidence in him.

"But yesterday was the deadline."

Automatically ignoring the confidence and pride in the eyes of the girl named Kasumigaoka Shiu, and those inflammatory words, Machida Enko still couldn't believe what just happened.

For the past two weeks, I have stopped at the school gate every day after school. As soon as I saw my author, I took her to this exclusive apartment for retreat to write. Finally, with her unremitting efforts, teacher Kasumi Shiko finally completed the first draft of the second volume of "Metronome of Love"! After their own revisions and revisions, the two worked hard for two days and two nights, and finally completed the final draft one day after the deadline.

At this moment, both of their eyes were filled with thick bloodshot eyes. What a bullshit dazzling light. The whites of Xiaoshi's eyes almost merged with the wine-red pupils. Despite the fact that she was arranging her hair gracefully, without the support of the back of the chair, the girl might have fallen down immediately.

"That's right! There is also a recycle bin, historical files, and automatic backup!" Suddenly, Machida Enzi stood up with a loud shout, and took the mouse to find the file that still existed in a certain corner.

"Ms. Machida, don't waste your efforts. Do you think I will allow failed products to still stay on the computer? In my world, there is no such thing as regret, and everything deleted is permanently destroyed."

Ignoring the editor who was crowded in front of him and looking at the screen, Kasumigaoka Shiyu said calmly, and then put the white hairband back on her head. Just as Machida Enko thought, she really didn't have the extra energy to support herself to do extra things. During the two days of the weekend, in order to complete the final revisions, both of them slept very little. At this moment, she didn't even bother to pay attention to the plumpness in front of her being squeezed by Miss Machida.

"Why, how could this happen?" Machida Enko, who had moved the mouse to the recycle bin, put down the mouse dejectedly and fell down on the carpet again.

Turning sideways, she straightened her underwear that was a little misplaced by Miss Machida. Kasumigaoka Shiu straightened up, held the mouse, opened the recycle bin, and clicked Clean.

There is no doubt that what she just told was a lie, just used to fool the naive Ms. Machida.

How did things become like this? Machida Enzi began to think with her already somewhat confused brain.

Yes, it all started with that "Weekly Bunshun", a gossip magazine that I bought to kill time and clear my mind. Just now, after Xiao Shi typed the last word, the two of them were planning to have something to eat together and then start to catch up on their sleep, but she suddenly saw the magazine she put on the ground.

EGOIST, the strongest middle school student.

It was because of this damn report that Xiaoshi even forgot to take a shower after seeing it. She had complained that the stockings on her legs smelled, but she read the report without moving.

Then after watching it, the previous scene happened.

"Xiaoshi, is it because of Hojo-kun's grades?" Machida Enko asked after hesitating. Xiaoshi had told her before that Hojo Kyosuke was drawing comics, and the two of them were very close friends even when they weren't talking about work.

"Um."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who had already opened a blank document, clenched her hands and uttered a word. To her, Machida Enko is not just an editor with interests, but more like a sister who takes care of her, so she doesn't mind opening up part of her heart to her.

"But the sequel you just deleted is already perfect. As long as you keep it up, the next one will definitely reach Hojo-kun's level."

Machida Enko said that this was what she was really saying. Her own author has unfathomable writing talent. As long as she continues to work hard to develop it, one day she will shock the entire literary world. She has always believed this.

"No, if you want to catch up with Hojo-kun, this level is far from enough!" Kasumigaoka Shiu's little feet wrapped in black stockings were tightly clasped on the carpet, and the muscles on her thighs were also tense.

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