Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

“It’s such a pleasure to have such a place for a lunch break in such a busy city.”

Kenzo Konno held a glass and admired softly.

The tiger orchid with thick branches and leaves quietly stretched out from the balcony, and the midday sun shone on it. Its golden stripes made people truly understand why it was called this name. The tender green hydrangea in the same color as spring, the red and yellow sunflowers, the blue hyacinth...

And that pot of mint in the corner is not very beautiful, but always exudes a sober smell. The lemon tea that the few people are drinking now has one or two freshly picked mint leaves floating in it. After one sip, it is like going from spring to summer in an instant.

After the meal, several people sat around the round table on the balcony. As their noses fluttered, the air filled with the fragrance of flowers continued to flow in. Within reach were the delicate petals. The crowds of people could be vaguely seen under the low balcony, with the crisp voices of girls and the cries of vendors... The sounds were so many and so close, but when they reached the coffee shop on the second floor, they were as comfortable as white noise.

"Yes, no wonder Hojo-kun doesn't go to that dojo. If it were me, with such a beautiful lady accompanying me, I would love to stay here every day." Aisaka Hiromasa also agreed.

"Hahaha, actually I don't come here very often, I only come here once or twice a week." Hojo Kyosuke waved his hand.

Listening to these simple words, the two old men looked at each other and sighed at the same time.

Because they all had other things to do in the afternoon, the three of them left after sitting for about ten minutes. The president went to the association, and Hiroshi Saka went to write. It was also at this time that Hojo Kyosuke realized that the other party had more than four deadlines on his back. This discovery instantly made his admiration for this senior rise sharply.

There are so many things to do, but you still have the leisure to wander around the world with me. You really have an incredible big heart.

After seeing off his two new friends, Hojo Kyousuke didn't talk to Miki much because editor Akamatsu Yuki had already called him more than ten times and the afternoon book signing was about to start.

I hurried to Ogiyō Academy where the autograph session was being held, and there seemed to be more people lining up at the door than yesterday. It seemed that even though it was still a holiday, there were still more young people in Bunkyo Ward. Learning from the experience in the shopping street just now, he bought a mask at a drug store on the road, put it on, and strode into the store without stopping.

The process of the autograph session was basically the same as yesterday, the only difference was that there were missing those beautiful girls.

The book signing ended at five o'clock, and Hojo Kyosuke took the editor's car to the Kita Ward, the old Furukawa Garden.

This western-style building is truly unique in Tokyo, and is completely different from other Japanese-British mansions. Both the overall design and the brown walls look majestic and majestic, making it a perfect residence for a "young lady". When he makes animation in the future, he will definitely refer to it...

"Why are you standing there stupidly at the door? Are you counting the bricks?" A little head poked out of the door and his tone was very stiff.

Hojo Kyousuke turned his head, but only a few golden hair tips were left at the door. He shook his head. Wasn't this little guy still on the balcony just now? Why did he run down all of a sudden?

In the restaurant, Mr. and Mrs. Spencer, who were sitting side by side facing the door, saw him coming in. They all smiled and greeted him to sit down and start eating. Only Ying Lili, who had her back to the door, remained silent and kept attacking with her fork. plate.

"Really, you're so slow!" He muttered in a loud voice.

"I rushed over right after the autograph session."

After saying hello to the Spencers, Hojo Kyosuke pulled out the chair next to Eiri and sat down, explaining that he knew that the blond man must still be angry about what happened yesterday.

"Didn't we just have a whole-day autograph session yesterday?" Ying Lili was stunned. Yesterday's autograph session lasted for such a long time, and it's coming again today? What kind of evil capitalists are the people in this publishing house? Did you know that this will make people exhausted?

"There is no way. It is a critical period for award evaluation recently. This must be done."

"Then there's no need to work so hard..."

Ying Lili murmured in a low voice, then leaned forward, reached for the napkin that someone had casually laid on his lap, folded it into a triangle, and then laid it out for him.

"What a fool, he can't even eat!"

"Thanks."

Hojo Kyosuke admired the girl's snow-white neck exposed after leaning down, as well as her red and translucent earlobes like pomegranates, and thanked her gently.

"I'm not helping you. If you get your pants dirty, you have to ask me to wash them for you, sloppy guy!"

From the moment they met, the girl had a cute nickname in almost every sentence she said. Someone could still imagine that the notes he was writing on Yinglili's phone wouldn't be too nice.

From the idiot at the beginning, to the annoying idiot, to the perverted annoying idiot, the super invincible idiot, the annoying spirit, the pig-headed idiot... If you want to ask why, because every time I call or send a message, Yinglili is the first to reply. I will definitely bring the notes at that time.

Note: As a girl's mood changes, of course there are good times. Well, for example, the sloppy Hojo Kyosuke who may appear today. This is an unusual experience for Hojo Kyousuke, who has to mark his socks with left and right, so it can be called an affectionate name.

"Dad, aren't you going to ride a horse next week? Take this idiot with you."

"Huh? But I don't plan to go." Mr. Spencer, who was silently tasting the Cornish pasty he made, raised his head and looked at his daughter blankly.

"That's someone else's invitation. It would be rude not to go!" Ying Lili lectured.

"No, I don't have to agree to all invitations. I'm not familiar with Mr. Kitamura Kazuo at all."

Mr. Spencer continued to be confused, but Hojo Kyosuke, who was sitting directly opposite him, was keenly aware of the playfulness in his eyes. And the name "Kitamura Kazuo" is also very familiar to him. He is the standing director of the Neon Mystery Writers Association Award, the awards committee, and the person who presides over the awards.

This guy Yinglili clearly hates boring social interactions, but he still remembers it so clearly...

The girl, who turned her head sideways and held the knife and fork in both hands like a crab, continued to criticize her father who did not know etiquette and explained to him the importance of maintaining a social circle. But the father was so stupid that the girl's pretty fair face turned red with anger.

"Pfft, hehehe~~~" Aunt Sayuri, who had been silent all this time, finally couldn't hold it in anymore, turned her face to one side and covered her mouth, laughing softly.

! ! !

Yinglili suddenly came back to her senses, looked at her mother who was snickering, and then at her father who had a confused look on his face but the corners of his mouth were twitching. He also had one hand on the table, his chin clenched and staring at her. Hojo Kyosuke.

In an instant, the most red thing in the restaurant changed from the raspberries stained with cream on the table to the girl's face.

"Look, what are you looking at? Hurry up and eat! Really, you can do whatever you like, I don't care anymore!"

She lowered her head sharply, and Yinglili, who had been stressing etiquette with her father just now, cut the plate vigorously, as if trying to cast the magic of forgetfulness with a harsh creaking sound.

The other three people on the table looked at each other with doting expressions on their faces. Hojo Kyousuke picked up a piece of pancake with tongs and put it on Eri's plate as a thank you. It was the one he had been looking at for a long time and it looked extremely soft and delicious.

"I'm full!" The voice was still angry. The girl turned and left without even looking at her parents who had just teased her.

"I'm full too."

Hojo Kyousuke also said something. In the past, Eirili would continue to sit on the chair even after eating, chatting casually while constantly bringing various foods for herself. But today, this girl, who looks strong but is actually very shy, obviously can no longer stay in this cheerful restaurant.

"Kyosuke-kun, bring the scones." Mrs. Sayuri picked up the multi-layered dessert table with pastries and handed it to Hojo Kyousuke.

"Thank you Aunt Sayuri."

Regarding the question of the relationship between a boy who is 1.8 meters tall and a girl who is 1.6 meters tall, Hojo Kyousuke can come up with the answer in an instant even without using his brain. Before Yinglili could even think about closing the door, he had already squeezed in.

"Wait for me, Yinglili."

"snort!"

Sit down at your workstation...well, it should be called a workstation, right? But if the place of work is a beautiful girl's bedroom, and there is a tsundere girl with blonde hair who constantly exudes fragrance next to her, she will become a Buddha even if she works till death.

"Hurry up and start. It's not far from the start of school. You need to save more manuscripts, otherwise you won't be able to enjoy campus life at ease by then. You will never want to try that feeling of being pushed for manuscripts, Kyosuke."

Without her troublesome parents, Yinglili's tight little face finally relaxed. Sitting on the chair, he turned around, put his left leg on his right leg, and raised his little feet wearing snow-white cotton socks.

"Yes, we will try to complete the third issue tonight."

"Both "One Punch Man" and "Attack on Titan" must be completed!"

"Well, I'm already prepared to sleep here tonight." Hojo Kyosuke expressed his determination.

"Idiot, that's why I asked you to buy a house nearby!"

He unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, rolled up his sleeves, and started working on the Hojo Kyosuke printing machine. Ying Lili supported her chin with her right hand and stared blankly at the boy's face for about two minutes, then she showed a satisfied smile, lowered her head and picked up the pressure-sensitive pen to draw.

Time passed quietly, and there was almost no communication between the two.

Only when the girl encounters a problem and scratches her head frantically, making a mess of her silky blond hair, and purring like a cat, will Hojo Kyosuke cast a questioning look. Then the girl would bar her little fangs and use her blue eyes to signal, "Don't be lazy, finish your work quickly."

So happy.

When someone bows his head in obedience to his ferocious expression, Yinglili will show a satisfied expression, and then look at him in a daze for two minutes, and then continue to study.

Just like this boring painting process, it suddenly became interesting because there were more people I liked around me. As long as I sit next to him, I feel that painting has become the happiest thing in the world, and it will last until the end of the world.

"Rest, rest, rest!"

"I got it!"

Eiri, who was concentrating on painting, stretched out her hand without raising her head and patted the head of a doll on the table that kept making noises.

Hojo Kyosuke, who was awakened from his drawing state, raised his head, his eyes moving back and forth between the girl and the doll.

I understand the reason, it is an alarm clock to remind you to take a rest. But why does its voice and face look the same as mine? And the way to close it is so violent, even just stroking the head gently!

"Yeah~~" A seductive moan came from the girl's mouth,

After completing the last step of the stage, she straightened up and stretched greatly, exposing her slender waist and belly button under the T-shirt.

Then, the girl, who had just woken up from a dream, realized that there was still someone sitting next to her. The red clouds quickly climbed onto her cheeks, she crossed her arms and started a classic performance:

"Are you an idiot? Why are you staring at me like a pervert? I can understand how attractive my figure is, but you have to know that as long as you shout, my mother will rush in!"

"It seems that Yinglili is really eating and exercising well."

Looking at the girl's breasts, which were about the size of a first-year Sakura Junior High School, Hojo Kyousuke smiled happily, then stretched out his hand to accurately capture the small head, and rubbed it naturally. He admitted that the white and tight belly was indeed cute, but he looked at it with pure appreciation.

"Idiot, don't you know that a lady's hair can't be touched casually..." He muttered softly.

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Assistant, for giving me the opportunity to touch such soft blond hair."

Hojo Kyosuke comforted casually. This is the mental skill body in the art of war, where the body and mind have reached a perfect balance. Even if he didn't go to the dojo to learn the secrets, he still practiced the way of swordsmanship all the time in his daily life because of his "talent of swordsmanship".

"It's good to know."

The blue eyes disappeared under the eyelids, like a fat chinchilla holding cookies, and a silly smile appeared on the girl's face unconsciously.

"Okay, get up and move your body, and listen to your alarm clock."

"Oh~" The reassuring feeling on her head disappeared, and Yingli responded with a disappointed laugh, and then she suddenly realized what the other party said.

Looking at the boy who had already stood up, she quickly took the doll and stuffed it under the quilt, pretending to be nonchalant, and followed it to the balcony.

The usual radio gymnastics and eye exercises.

The two of them did not rush back to the room to continue painting. Instead, they lay together on the guardrail of the balcony and looked into the distance casually.

Unlike the brightly lit city in the distance, the old Furukawa Garden covering an area of ​​3.07 million square meters has become a black hole in the city. Because it was not a day for a banquet, neither the Japanese garden below nor the European garden above had all the landscape lights turned on, and only a few paths had lights on.

The shrubs under the balcony formed a heart shape, filled with white tulips. Through the light coming from the living room, you can clearly see the exquisite gardening.

Why don't you ask Yinglili if you can give yourself some before leaving? It just so happens that I haven't bought any new flowers today.

Hojo Kyosuke was thinking randomly. On a spring night, the wind was just right in temperature and would not cause the moonlight to sway or make the down on the girl's delicate skin stand up. It just makes people unable to help but relax their minds and enjoy the tranquility of this moment.

Beside him, Yinglili was in the same posture, with her hands on the guardrail to support her head, and her whole body weight rested on it. Viewed from the side, the blue eyes behind the lenses seem to be dyed with moonlight, making them even more pure and charming.

"Yinglili, what you just drew is the animation script, right?" he asked.

"Yes." The cold moonlight calmed the girl's mind.

"Are you ready to join my animation company?"

"Since you know everything, then don't ask!"

"Haha, because I saw that you were not practicing original paintings but working on scripts, I couldn't help but ask one more question."

Hojo Kyosuke knew that Eiriri, who was not very smart, didn't like something as troublesome as a script. The scripts she usually drew didn't have too complicated plot lines. Such things as scripts had never appeared in her mind.

"If you keep following the established script, you will never be able to create new ideas!"

The girl said this with a proud voice after reading the storyboard script produced by Kyosuke Hojo for "One Punch Man". In fact, at that moment, Hojo Kyosuke, who was a copywriter, was almost shocked by her pursuit of painting art, and even felt a little ashamed. Fortunately, he later saw a certain blond book artist covering his head and muttering in a low voice, "How could a human be able to draw something like that?" The guilt he had just felt disappeared instantly.

"Well..."

Eiri murmured, although Kyousuke had already told her that he would start an animation company for the two of them, it was obvious that he had no time at all recently. If she said it, given this guy's character, he would definitely prioritize doing animation for herself. That would be too tiring.

In her vision, their animation company does not need to be too big, just a small studio. As for employees, there are only two people, one is her and the other is Hojo Kyosuke. He is responsible for the original painting, and he is responsible for the script and animation. After school every day, the two of them would go to the club activities of the art department together, and the club members could help with the painting in the middle. Let them also get exercise and participate in his and Kyousuke's animation.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a little slower, it doesn’t matter if I can only complete one original painting every day. There are still two years left before I graduate, and I can finish it no matter what. By then...

"Is there any animation you particularly want to make?"

Seeing Eiriri's appearance, Hojo Kyosuke lowered his voice. Although this girl with a delicate heart often behaves unreasonably, just like in the restaurant, she is silently thinking and worrying about you without you knowing.

"What's the rush? I was just about to say that, wasn't it?" Eirili muttered, glanced at Hojo Kyosuke with her beautiful blue eyes, and then quickly turned her head to the other side:

"It's the doujinshi I wrote as my debut, and I want to make it into an anime."

Debut?

Hmm... If I remember correctly, it was the doujinshi in which he and Eri-ri met in Akihabara, and then he turned into a pervert, threatened her with Eri-ri's identity as a hidden otaku, and then did Sese's things. No, she later changed it a little at her own request, and changed the male protagonist who looked exactly like her.

Then a more fantastical plot was added. The male protagonist's bad identity was discovered, and then in order to prevent the heroine from telling it out, he actually started going to the basement?

So, Eiriri is not satisfied with making notebooks, and wants to step into the realm of riban?

After thinking about this, Hojo Kyousuke looked at Eiri in disbelief. Although I had known for a long time that this person was still obsessed with notebooks even though she was already halfway into the world of professional painters, I didn't expect that she still had such enterprising spirit.

"Eiriri, do you want to make 18× animation?" His tone became softer as he considered his words.

"Um?"

Yinglili turned her head, her already big eyes became even bigger, her blue eyes shining brightly in the moonlight.

Is this guy's brain really broken? Is it because I call him stupid every day? But since yesterday, his comment has been changed to nymphomaniac.

What the super invincible pervert idiot said was not "Leave it to me, I will definitely present our encounter perfectly", nor was it "I didn't expect you, Yinglili, to value our encounter so much", nor was it "Actually, I also have this idea, and I’m still wondering if you would agree.”

But "Eiriri, do you want to make 18× animation?"

What I want to create is obviously one that is full of beauty, so that people all over the world can feel their happiness. Even people who want to commit suicide will immediately want to fall in love after watching this, a perfect animation.

unacceptable! ! !

Unlike other girls who would turn around and leave to get sulky, Yinglili always let her anger out on the spot. Like a calf in the Scottish Highlands, the girl turned around and put her head on Hojo Kyousuke's chest, waving her hands to attack.

From the force of the hammer on her body, Hojo Kyosuke knew that the girl had really been exercising recently, and the massage became more comfortable. At the same time, the cute curses that kept coming to his ears also opened his eyes. He had always thought that Neon people could only add curse words by flicking their tongues, but he never knew that there were so many words.

"Bad bastard, brainless idiot, big idiot, stupid..."

The squeamish voice kept saying words that seemed to often appear in comics. Although Hojo Kyosuke was not a voice control, he had to admit that it was really a pleasure to listen to a girl with a cute appearance and a nice voice scold someone. Not to mention that the other person's head was still pressed against her chest and he kept making intimate gestures.

"Okay, okay, I apologize. I read too much and thought all day long." Although the girl's angry look was very charming, he still felt distressed when he looked at her angry look.

"So you're talking about how we actually met, not like those doujinshis?"

"ha?"

The girl in her arms stopped what she was doing and raised her face to look at Hojo Kyosuke.

"Ah! Who, who would really want to make that kind of thing into an animation! How can a minor make a cartoon? You can figure out such a simple thing by just thinking about it with your stupid head!"

Eiriri, who has realized exactly what she said, will never admit her mistake.

"Yes, yes, it's just because I'm so stupid that I need an assistant by my side to remind me."

Hojo Kyousuke could see the guilty conscience behind the strong appearance of the girl at a glance. He didn't refute at all when he heard this. This is the cuteness of Eiriri. Although he didn't admit it, his body reaction and erratic eyes were honest. Conveys the emotion that really wants to be expressed.

So this kind of arrogant fool is the one who understands best.

"Huh, that's just an employment relationship. You don't need to thank me so much."

Holding her thin waist with both hands, she straightened her body, raised her chin, and turned her head.

Humph, this is the most satisfying thing about this idiot.