Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

March 28

As soon as seven o'clock in the morning arrived, Hojo Kyosuke had already gotten up. Today is the day for Sakura to go home. He originally wanted to go directly to Kyoto to pick her up, but he was refused.

"Wow~ I'm so shy. It feels like I ran back to my parents' house after a quarrel, and then my husband came to greet me." Sakura said happily on the other side of the phone with a smile.

Although someone repeatedly expressed that he was not afraid of being misunderstood, the girl refused:

"My parents will send me to Kyosuke's house. You should think about how to face them~"

How to face it? Let's face it calmly, if Uncle Yamauchi and Auntie want to stay in Tokyo for a while, he will treat them as well as he treated his own parents.

Yinglili walked downstairs sleepily. She was still wearing red, yellow and blue pure cotton pajamas. When he went downstairs, he stretched out a lot, revealing a snow-white and slender waist. The delicate little navel is also vaguely visible, but it's a pity that no one appreciates this beautiful scenery.

In this family, neither she nor Hojo Kyosuke wake up the latest, but Shiba-senpai. The one who doesn't care about development or not, stays up late every day reading novels and various novels.

Also because of Kasumigaoka, someone had some doubts about Hojo Kyosuke's claim that going to bed early and getting up early is helpful for physical development. Fortunately, there was a positive teaching material from Glass.

"Hey? Whose birthday is it today?"

Yinglili walked to the kitchen bar, leaned over and dipped a little cream into her mouth with her index finger. The sweet and soft cream made her feel as if she was in a dream when she just woke up and felt weak, and her whole body was about to float.

In the kitchen, Hojo Kyosuke was using tweezers to carefully place the pickled cherry blossoms on the buttered cake base. After noticing Ying Lili's arrival, he brought a small cake from the side and placed it in front of her.

"Why don't I have cherry blossoms on my cake?"

Unceremoniously, she took a large piece of cake with a spoon and stuffed it into her mouth. Yinglili protested vaguely. She was obviously not talking about the small cake in front of her. Although it was meant to be eaten immediately, it was still very delicately made. The cream layer is as smooth as a mousse cake, and is dotted with pink cherry blossoms in twos and threes. Some are pickled real cherry blossoms, and some are painted with strawberry jam.

That is to say, the girl's head is not clear yet, otherwise she would definitely take pictures and admire it for a while before eating.

"But there are no eggs on this cake." Hojo Kyosuke said angrily.

Yinglili's birthday was on March 20th. She hadn't moved here yet, so he also made a cake for her. The chocolate is used to make hollow ellipsoids, which are eggs one by one. I painted various patterns like Easter eggs, and then made bunnies in various shapes.

In terms of sophistication, it completely surpasses the cherry blossom cake in front of me.

"I won't listen. I want a cherry blossom cake for my next birthday too. It must be different from this one. The number of cherry blossom petals from five to twenty will be twenty."

Although, she was not happy to see this idiot preparing a birthday cake for another person with a gentle look on his face. Why do you have to wait until the cake is ready before taking it to your home? I don't want any surprises.

"You have to let me watch you do it, otherwise you might be lazy!" Obviously the production process is the most important, but this fool really doesn't understand anything.

"Okay, my princess." Hojo Kyosuke stroked his chest and saluted.

"You haven't told me whose birthday it is yet." Yinglili pulled up a high stool and sat at the bar, asking while eating.

"It's Sakura."

"Sakura? It turns out that her birthday is today, and I haven't even heard of her mentioning it." Ying Lili held a spoon in her mouth and recalled for a while. She suddenly realized with shame that even though they had known each other for so long, she had never given her a single kiss. The school girl celebrated her birthday.

"Ah, don't worry, that idiot celebrates more than three birthdays every year, but his real birthday is never celebrated." Hojo Kyosuke said casually without raising his head.

"More than three birthdays?" Ying Lili was stunned. Is there such a happy thing in the world?

"Well, 'Sakura is a flower that chooses its blooming date.' That's what Sakura said. So when she sees the first cherry blossom blooming, she will happily announce that it is her birthday that day, and when she sees the last cherry blossom withering, she will Sometimes I hold a birthday party sadly, and when I can’t see the cherry blossoms, I miss you and ask for a birthday cake.”

Damn, those words are so cool.

Yinglili kept grinding the spoon with her teeth, and enviously began to wonder if she could celebrate more birthdays every year. My birthday is the International Happiness Day, so it should be okay if it’s my birthday whenever I feel happy, right? Kyosuke, this idiot, shouldn’t be able to find fault!

"When will Sakura come back?" After eating the cake, she started to daze while holding the warm milk.

"When you think she won't show up."

"Huh?" Ying Lili raised her slender eyebrows.

"She didn't say it. You should have some idea of ​​that guy's character, right?"

"Ah, yes, it's completely out of line with common sense."

The girl lay down again. When she was in the second grade of junior high school, she was invited to Akihabara for the first time by this school girl. She thought her identity as an otaku was exposed. Unexpectedly, it was just because Sakura felt that her appearance was very similar to the heroine in the cartoon. Seeing that the other party was so discerning, she avoided it and accompanied her with her true face.

Come on Sakura, you will have an ally by then, and you can fight against that demon girl together.

"Idiot Momotaro, the puppy can't eat too much cream, or its fur will fall out!" She kicked the puppy, which was still unsatisfied after eating a little cream.

"嘤嘤嘤~" The furry ball kept pulling Yinglili's stool with her little feet.

"Although I understand that it's your habit of speaking, Eri-ri, but no matter what, don't just call me idiot and then turn around and call Momotaro idiot." Hojo Kyosuke protested.

"Huh? I don't think I called you an idiot this morning, right?"

"You must be shouting in your heart."

That's true, after all, Kyousuke is a huge idiot.

"Then I'll call you Momotaro Baga from now on." Eirili readily agreed to the minor request for chores.

"No, no, no, isn't this still an idiot? He just changed from standard dialect to Kansai accent."

"Baga, Baga, Baga—" This idiot was so long-winded.

The two chatted happily, and everyone else in the family got up one after another. Each person has a small cake, warms the milk, and then the new day begins.

Glass was supposed to have classes at the training center today, but he dropped out because he was waiting for Sakura to come home. Then he was caught by Eiri and used as a model in the courtyard. Next to each fish, there is a Q version of Glass holding a pointer to introduce the name and characteristics.

At noon, Kasumigaoka Shiyu got up smelling the smell of rice. This reminded Hojo Kyosuke not only of the soft rice sage Imaizumi Sanshiro, who put the butter in the pot when his girlfriend woke up, letting the fragrance naturally float into her nose.

Seeing your loved one preparing lunch for you as soon as you get up in the kitchen can indeed bring happiness to girls.

You only need to look at Senior Shiba to know this. After she walked out of the room, she first lay on the guardrail on the second floor and stared blankly at Hojo Kyosuke in the kitchen for a while, her face full of happiness. Then he walked down and slowly hugged him from behind.

"Do you want to sleep for a while longer? I can send you to bed with the food." Feeling the soft body behind him, Hojo Kyosuke said softly. The scent of roses overwhelmed the butter and penetrated his nostrils.

"Yeah~" Kasumigaoka Shiyu buried her face on Kyousuke's back, took a deep breath with a satisfied expression, and then shook her head gently, her hands still holding his waist tightly.

"Is there anything in particular you want to eat?"

"Hmm~"

Still shaking her head gently, as long as she could hold him quietly like this, the girl felt that it didn't matter if the world was destroyed. Turning his head sideways, his delicate little face was full of laziness, and his wine-red eyes were full of nostalgia.

"Kasumigaoka Shiu!!!"

An angry voice came from the living room, followed by "dong dong dong" footsteps, which was quite shocking. After rushing to the kitchen, Eiri grabbed Kasumigaoka's arm and pulled her back, her movements were quite skillful.

"Kyosuke, let's make the kitchen a closed one. I'll ask the workers at home to do it this afternoon."

Kasumigaoka followed back obediently, but spoke lightly.

"Huh? A closed kitchen, can't it satisfy you, a dissatisfied witch like you, who still wants, wants..."

Yinglili's face turned red, and countless 18x scenes were played in her mind. She wanted to scold the witch, but she was too embarrassed to say it out loud. After all, Glass is still behind, and she has to maintain her image in front of her good friends.

"Ara, didn't I prepare this for Sawamura-san? Now you're sorry, but when this place becomes a wall, you can follow the plots in those notebooks..."

"Nonsense, that's just an artistic creation. How could someone not be able to distinguish reality from a book?"

Glass and Naohua automatically ignored the two of them, walked into the kitchen and started putting dishes on the table.

At noon, Eiriri, Glass and the others went to take a nap. Hojo Kyosuke, who was worried that Sakura would come back at noon, reluctantly gave up his nap and wrote with Shiba-senpai in the Japanese room. When it's accurate, it's for reference. In his current state, he can't write anything decent.

Maybe after writing this, the document will become something like "Why hasn't Sakura come back? When will Sakura come back? Uncle Yamauchi is lost, right? It's really time to go to Kyoto to pick her up." or something like that.

"It's a little unconventional for a young lady from a wealthy family to appear in a boarding house. Special arrangements need to be made, such as..." He gave his advice seriously.

Ding--

The speaker of the security system rang, indicating that someone had opened the courtyard door.

Kasumigaoka Shiu was listening intently to what Kyousuke said, tapping her fingers on the keyboard and writing notes next to it. The sound in her ears suddenly stopped. Before she could express her doubts, she saw the boy next to her standing up and rushing towards the entrance. He was so fast that he made a "whoosh" sound, and then he was wearing clothes. The figure of Bing Fenfei leaving.

If the Neon Ancient Assassins could be as fast as this, then the assassins would be the ones to take the title. Otherwise, they would do nothing for a day and just hold the inheritance ceremony. Bringing in all the relatives within five generations might not be enough for the assassin to kill in one day. of.

After being stunned for a second, the girl who had just been immersed in writing realized what had happened. Judging from Kyousuke's reaction, it must be that Yamauchi Sakura is back.

Although she hadn't seen anyone yet, the red and blue lights on her head were already on, the sirens were blaring, and ten thousand ducks were shouting "danger, danger, danger" in terror as if they had seen a pressure cooker.

Haha, is this the power of childhood sweethearts? The girl who had always scorned those vulgar settings finally felt the power of this unreasonableness. The sweet space that was carefully created was inexplicably destroyed.

"Sayuga" who practices swordsmanship should really be allowed to see what a clean and sharp sword of kings is.

Sighing in his heart, the love engine in Kasumigaoka Shiyu's heart not only did not stall, but instead let out a deafening roar. Yes, I like this kind of person, his loyalty to love, his cherishment of the people around him, his talent, and his strength.

It is this kind of person who is worthy of being held firmly in the palm of your hand, so that you will not lack happiness throughout your life.

The moment he heard the bell ringing, Hojo Kyousuke knew that Sakura was back.

The heart that had been restless all morning and suppressed all morning finally broke out at this moment.

When he opened the door, he felt that the cherry blossoms throughout March were blooming today, and endless light shone in from the open door. The joy all over his body overflowed from the corners of his open mouth.

"Welcome home, Sakura."

He went out with bare feet and open arms.

There seemed to be only that figure standing in the white light in the whole world. She grinned as before, showing her white teeth, raised her arms, and shouted with a voice full of vitality:

"I'm back!"

"Welcome home, Sakura."

He couldn't help but put Yamauchi Sakura into his arms, and with another force, he hugged the girl completely. At this moment, only childish actions such as lifting high and spinning in circles can express his mood.

"Ah hahaha, you are so childish, Kyousuke, please put me down quickly." Sakura shouted with a playful smile, patting Kyousuke's waist gently with a small hand.

Hojo Kyosuke put Sakura down as instructed, then hugged her tightly and took a deep breath.

"Hmm? Sakura, are you feeling unwell?"

He let go of his hand and observed Sakura carefully. The smell of dew is still fresh and full of life, but it seems to have slowly evaporated in the sun.

"Ah, because my grandparents know that I have returned to Tokyo, they have been feeding me hard these days, which makes me exhausted. So I have to eat something light these days. Alas, it's a pity that I still want to When I get back, I’m going to have barbecue with Eiri and the others.”

Sakura frowned, clutching her belly and said in distress.

"You can eat it after it's ready." Hojo Kyousuke rubbed his little head, and then said doubtfully:

"Why did you suddenly start wearing a watch?"

It had been a long time since he saw her, and every little change in the girl's body made him curious. If possible, he would like to hear her talk slowly about even the snacks she eats during her daily walks.

"Ah, I have decided that I will cherish my time from now on. After all, isn't it always said that high school life always ends in a snap?" Sakura raised her wrist and proudly showed off the watch on her wrist.

It was a white sports watch. It was not a popular style at the moment. It looked like it was worn by a child.

"Although I really want to say that I hope you think so when you go to class, but since it is what you want, I will give you a new model later. It just so happens that today is your birthday." Seeing the familiar watch, Hojo Kyosuke's eyes More and more soft.

"No, I regret not wearing it when I was a kid. Now I have to make up for it. Kyousuke, you still use that old wallet. If you want to change it, we will change it together."

Sakura retracted her hand and covered her left hand with her right hand. Although she said that, she immediately regretted it, with a silly smile on her face, and said cheerfully:

"I still don't want it anymore. I feel so happy to be able to see Kyosuke always using the wallet I made~~"

"Idiot." Hojo Kyousuke gently pinched Sakura's nose.

That watch was given to Sakura by him when he was in fourth grade. Of course he didn't have the money to give him any expensive watch at that time. The original intention of sending the watch was to let Yinghao know the time better and not just hang out after school every day and make him wait at the school gate for half a day.

But Sakura hated the feeling of restraint on her wrists, so she refused to wear it, and immediately sealed the bad thing that kept reminding her of the passage of time in a box under the bed.

"Ahem——"

The cough interrupted Hojo Kyousuke's intention to tell Sakura that the maple tree had grown one centimeter taller.

"Oh, Uncle Yamauchi, Aunt Maki, you are here. Welcome, come in quickly."

It turned out that Sakura was not the only one in the white light, but her parents were also following behind her. Someone seemed to have just woken up from a dream, scratching his head and saying hello sheepishly. Beside him, Sakura had already held his hand and made a face at his parents.

Seeing the interaction between Hojo Kyosuke and his daughter, Yamauchi Masaki nodded and smiled, and then walked in. Then he saw one, two, three, and four girls emerging from the door behind him, and his expression suddenly turned bad.

He had also met and knew about Glass and Naohua, but why did two more people appear in less than a month? He stopped, not planning to go in again. This bastard is still so popular with girls, why don't he restrain himself?

Hojo Kyousuke followed Sakura's father's eyes and looked behind him, and saw the sleepy Eiri wearing a big windbreaker, standing there supported by Kasumigaoka. It seems that he was woken up by force.

Glass and Naohua had already walked over and greeted the Yamauchi couple familiarly. Then he introduced both parties, saying only that they were his friends.

Yamauchi Maki nodded and smiled at the girls, walked up and took Hojo Kyousuke's hand:

"Kyosuke-kun, take good care of Sakura." The words were heavy and contained the love of a mother.

"Yes, I will, just as I cherish my own life." Hojo Kyosuke nodded heavily.

The Yamauchi couple did not enter the house. They said they had other things to do in Watergate City, so they got in the car and left. Sakura looked like she was finally relieved, standing next to her luggage and letting out a big sigh of relief.

"Sakura, you're swollen."

Eiriri seems to have woken up just now. Looking at the school girl who is so close to Kyosuke, this idiot only now remembers that this is Destiny's childhood sweetheart. With her small mouth, she didn't even want to take out the birthday gift she prepared before taking a nap.

"Ah, Eri-ri, it's been such a long time since we last seen each other." Sakura shouted in surprise, running over and hugging Eri-ri in her arms.

"Call me senpai properly." Facing Yamauchi Sakura who was almost ten centimeters taller than herself, Eirili could only be hugged in frustration.

"But Yinglili, didn't you say before that you don't need to call me senpai?"

"The past was before, the present is now." I didn't even know Kyosuke at that time, and I didn't know you were his childhood sweetheart. Really, I'm such a fool.

"Hello, I am Kasumigaoka Shiyu." Kasumigaoka Shiyu noticed that she was the only one present and became an outsider, so she quickly said.

"Ah, I know, Kasumi Shiko-sensei, I really like the book "Metronome of Love", and I asked Kyosuke to get it signed for me before." Sakura held Kasumigaoka's hand in both hands and shook it vigorously.

Glass and Naohua in the back looked at each other and smiled. Who didn't know that except for Kyosuke's works, that idiot Sakura never read books other than textbooks, and at most read some magazines. The little content she knew about "Metronome of Love" came from discussions between a few people.

Before this, Kasumigaoka Shiyu had thought about many scenarios of meeting with Tianzi No. 1 threat, and had also established a file on Yamauchi Sakura through understanding from many aspects. The other party met Hojo Kyosuke much earlier than Glass and Naoka, but the latter still became good friends with Kyosuke, which shows that she is a quite confident person.

I am confident that no matter what happens, Kyousuke will not be taken away by others. But in these days of getting along, she found that neither Glass nor Naoka had a strong impression of Yamauchi Sakura. In fact, she seemed to be a girl who was even more stupid than Ying Lili and didn't even know what she liked.

Even the princess in the castle knows to protect the things she likes, but Yamauchi Sakura is not stingy and proudly shows her treasures to the world. Her attitude towards Kyousuke can be described as more than indulgent.

Kasumigaoka Shiha asked herself, if it were him, although he would be happy to show Kyousuke's excellence to the world, he would definitely drive away all the women who dared to approach him.

Not proud, not stupid? What is she, Yamauchi Sakura, thinking?

She could feel the genuine enthusiasm of the girl holding her hand, and she really welcomed her. What do you welcome yourself to do? Welcome yourself to this battlefield? Are you happy that there is another person who likes Hojo Kyosuke?

I can't figure it out. She is indeed the most threatening person. She is not as easy to understand as the other girls in the family.

Anyway, the group happily walked into the living room.

When Sakura packed her luggage and walked downstairs, a picnic mat had been laid out under the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard. Sakura cake, cherry cake, and cherry blossom-colored watermelon juice are ready. There are also two packages, which are gifts prepared by Eiri and Kasumigaoka.

The other three just sent blessings. Over the years, Sakura had to celebrate more than ten birthdays every year. She had to give gifts to all of them, so she could only give them exercise books.

"Wow, there is a gift! Thank you Eiriri, thank you Kasumigaoka-senpai."

What Eirili gave was a collector's edition doll, and Kasumigaoka gave a book.

"I will definitely finish reading it, no matter how long it takes!" Sakura said solemnly. The girl with black hair and red eyes opposite her had a blank look on her face. She had no idea how determined Sakura was when she said this.

A lot of cherry blossoms have already fallen on the picnic mat that was laid out less than three minutes ago. As April approaches, the peak of the cherry blossoms will also be over. Fortunately, Hojo's cherry blossom trees only start blooming in late March, so now is the best viewing season.

The fluttering cherry blossoms kept falling on the girls. The pink cherry blossoms and snow-white skin complement each other, and the smiling girl is the most beautiful scenery in spring. The spring spirit of March was contained within the high walls. The crisp laughter continued to rise with the spring breeze, echoing in the sky above the courtyard.

"By the way, there's Mitsuha too. Yesterday I agreed to pick her up when you come back." Hojo Kyosuke said with a slap on the forehead.

"Oh, I'll go with you too. I still have Mitsuha's things that I want to return to her." Sakura put down the serrated knife she was using to cut the cake decisively.

"Why are you going? My motorcycle can only carry one person."

"Then Kyousuke, just walk and let Mitsuha take me back."

"..." Hojo Kyousuke didn't say anything like asking Mitsuha to take a taxi, because Sakura obviously had something to talk to Mitsuha alone.

The birthday party was suspended. Fortunately, the distance from Hojo's house to Miyamizu's house was quite short, and it only took less than half an hour to go back and forth.

"When you were still swapping bodies with Mitsuha, she asked me to keep some diaries and photos, saying that I would return them to her when she came to Tokyo."

On the motorcycle, Sakura held Hojo Kyousuke tightly around his waist, sniffing him like a puppy. After not seeing each other for a month, the image of Kyousuke in my mind is not only not blurry at all, but also becomes clearer because of missing him day and night. Now she just wants to touch his eyebrows, bridge of nose, ears, lips with her fingers...

I want to hug him tightly, I want to have a deep kiss, I want to do more things, I want to vent my longing for Kyosuke and my fear of death.

While lying on the operating bed, waiting for the anesthesia to take effect, her mind was surprisingly clear. She thought she could accept the surgery calmly with her vision for the future. But she was still afraid, just thinking that the operation might fail was so scary. She was afraid that she would never see her parents again, she was afraid that she would never see Kyousuke again, and she was afraid that Kyousuke would never see her again when he opened that room.

He was afraid that Kyosuke would look at the empty room and kneel on the ground crying.

At the last moment when she fell into a deep sleep, what she was thinking was, I must listen to Kyosuke yelling ten thousand times, one hundred million times, one trillion times...

"Welcome home, Sakura."

A loud voice came out from under the helmet of the boy in his arms, with indescribable joy and wantonness.

Sakura knew that this longing did not belong to her alone. Kyousuke must have stood in the yard every day, looking at the maple tree and missing him.

She pulled away from the wind, tried her best to move forward, and shouted loudly to the man.

"Well, I'm back."