Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

The school building could already be seen. Hikigaya Hachiman got off his bicycle and started to implement it. The place to park bicycles is on the left hand side of the entrance. This is all information that has been explored in advance.

Seeing the slope at the school gate from a distance, Hikigaya felt excited that it was finally time to start!

There are obviously many people who like to stand at the school gate and think randomly like him. A figure wearing a brown windbreaker and incompatible with the black school uniforms around him stood at the door with his hands on his hips. The figure was as big as two of him and looked quite amazing.

Is it the dean? he guessed.

Then he silently followed his classmates, trying to sneak in quietly from that person. Although he didn't do anything bad, he could not help but feel guilty when he saw such a person.

"The second swordsman in Tokyo!"

A loud shout came from behind, and this long and familiar name made Hikigaya Hachiman stiffen and stop involuntarily.

Hey, hey, why are you stopping? Go quickly. You can't look back at this time. Others will think they are calling you! Hikigaya mentally ordered his legs.

No, at this time, you should stop pretending to be curious like other students and look around to find who could call such a name, right?

Yes, the plan works. After he figured it out, he stopped, with a curious expression on his face, and looked behind him along with the classmates around him.

exist? What's the matter? Why did the dean in a brown trench coat extend his arm and point his index finger at me? He could hardly maintain his dazed expression, and quickly pushed the bicycle to the side, but the man's index finger was still locked on him.

It was at this time that he saw clearly that the person was not the dean. Underneath that brown windbreaker was clearly the same Sobu High School uniform as his, and judging by the tie, he was from first grade.

Aren't you hot? Wearing a coat and a windbreaker is not the way to wear it this season. It is not fashionable at all.

No, the crux of the matter is, why would anyone know this shameful nickname in real life? ?

The expression on Hikigaya Hachiman's face gradually collapsed. No, even though I don't know how he knew it, he absolutely cannot admit it, otherwise his high school life will be ruined!

He turned around, no longer pretending to be curious, and chose to move strategically.

The sound of the bicycle's spokes spinning was particularly clear at this moment, and equally clear was the sound of heavy footsteps behind him, like Godzilla landing offshore. Hikigaya lowered his head hard, praying silently that he was not here to find him.

His shoulders sank and he turned his head. It was a hand with a half-finger glove. The style of the glove was commonly used by pole dancers in nightclubs. Don't get me wrong, that kind of place is not something he can afford, and he doesn't have such fashionable friends to take him there. He just watched it on some late-night shows. It’s not easy. You can only watch it when the whole family is out.

"It's me, it's me!"

Yes, yes, I know. You wear a strange trench coat on top of your school uniform on the first day of school. You look like a combination of a tramp and a comedian. People like you will be regarded as a trick in Hojo-san's novels. Jigsaw puzzle. You are a poor fellow who also wears strange half-finger gloves and poses strangely in front of the school gate. He is 100% likely to spend three years of high school alone. Please stay away from me. I don’t want to be like you.

Hikigaya Hachiman used the acting skills he had learned from watching TV series for so many years, pretending to be embarrassed and confused, "Um, this classmate..."

"It's me, the third swordsman general in Tokyo!"

The visitor had a smile that could be said to be wild, but that smile made Hikigaya feel very warm. Except for the idiot director of the junior high school kendo club, no one had ever shown such a happy smile when meeting him. That face was clearly filled with surprise and the joy of meeting again after a long absence.

And, really, General Jianhao, the friend he met in the chat room, actually met in real life. It was still the first day of high school, and I was shouting the nickname "Second Secondary School" at the school gate with enthusiasm. Isn't this really a cartoon?

If so, Lord God, please give me back my bob-haired little lolita? To give herself a nickname like General Swordsman, shouldn't she be a legitimate lolita who is less than 1.5 meters tall? That would be cute, so I, Hikigaya Hachiman, would be willing to wear armor made of paper tubes.

What needs to be emphasized here is that whether he is the second swordsman in Tokyo or the general, the third swordsman in Tokyo, they are just nicknames given when the second disease occurs in junior high school. This is what everyone does!

Like the world is ruled by seven gods, the three pillar gods of creation, the three pillar gods of destruction, and most importantly, the nameless god of eternal debt named Hikigaya Hachiman. As a permanent debtor whose actions can destroy the balance of the world, it is normal for him to write a diary of the divine world every day and write a report to the government every three months.

Of course, that was all in junior high school. Both chat rooms and chuunibyou have been shattered in the cracks of time. Like an eraser that disappears when it falls to the ground, it is swallowed up by the gap.

The chat room that has both the second swordsman in Tokyo and the general, the third swordsman in Tokyo, must be the "Tokyo Heroes Association".

Yes, they are all avid One Punch Man fans. In addition to real people, there are also specially created trumpets in the chat room, with names such as "Saitama Teacher", "Genos", "Shrilling Tatsumaki", "Undocumented Knight", etc. Everyone is immersed in their own fantasies and calls each other by their hero codenames.

Well, the one at the top is naturally the father of heroes, the real real-life hero "Tokyo's No. 1 Swordsman" Hojo Kyosuke. That lord deserves to be number one, but Hikigaya Hachiman deserves to be number two.

However, there is someone who wants to take the second place, and that person is General Swordsman. A good swordsman general, why do you want to join the ranks of swordsmen? As long as you have your own worldview, you can choose chuunibyou nicknames at will.

Rather than robbing him, it is better to say that he is looking out for himself. He does not engage in a reputation duel with words as a sword move at all. But every time he sees himself speaking in the chat room, he will immediately shout "Tokyo" The third swordsman. Then he called himself the third swordsman general in Tokyo.

"It's you, General Swordsman." Seeing that he couldn't hide, he had no choice but to admit his identity in the dark world. Fortunately, no weirdo will really come to assassinate him, otherwise the world will collapse, lol.

Pushing the cart, he just wanted to go to a place with few people. Aren't things like chuunibyou supposed to be cured automatically once you reach high school? Why is this guy so excited? And how did he recognize himself? As Internet heroes, they all keep the secrets of reality well.

That's why he disbanded the chat room immediately after he sent out such a message.

"Yes, it's me, the third swordsman in Tokyo, Shogun Kiza Yoshiteru. After traveling through the Dark Ages, defeating countless word monsters and man-eating demons, we finally meet again in this chosen place."

My friend from the chuunibyou period, oh, I already know the name now. Zaimokuza Yoshiki seemed to have no shame in Shiha, and loudly declared how difficult it was for the masters of swords to reunite.

Hikigaya Hachiban clearly saw the people around him moving away from the two of them in panic. He also knew why Zaimokuza called the third year of junior high school a dark age.

However, as mentioned before, Zaimokuza is the only person he knows who would be so happy after seeing him, except for his family and the idiot chief of the kendo club.

On the first day of high school, at the school gate, friends from junior high school or elementary school called out the names of old friends in surprise, sharing the joy of being in the same school again. He had also imagined this kind of thing, but he also knew that it was impossible. He has no such friends.

Oh, what's so good about it? Those people may be secretly complaining that with such a person who knows them well, it will be difficult to brag about the "glorious history" in the future, and some dirty information may be exposed. It's really unlucky. .

Unexpectedly, before he started complaining like this, he actually had such a sincere and enthusiastic "old friend".

"So, doesn't the second throne belong to you? Why are you willing to give it to me?"

He raised his eyes. Strangely, two and a half years of kendo practice had not corrected his rotten fish eyes at all. It was clear that even a waste would turn into a hot-blooded waste if thrown into a sports club, but he was as stubborn as a tortoise in winter, motionless.

"But this is also good. It's a dream for your opponent to see the offensive intention in your eyes, Eight Banner." This is what the minister told him.

It's a pity that even with such a pair of decisive eyes, they didn't make it out of the first round of the qualifiers. The journey to compete in the national competition was broken at the very beginning.

"Does that need to be said? Because of your heroic deeds, I, the third swordsman general in Tokyo, have recognized your qualifications and your ability to become the second most powerful general in wielding a demon without hands."

As if he finally noticed the gazes around him, Zaimokuza Yoshiki seemed to be frightened, and spoke impassioned words in a whisper.

Hikigaya knew why he was not the first general. They had discussed at the beginning that Tetsuta Kisaki, who had been following Hojo Kyosuke with a pair of fox eyes, was an insidious person at first glance and must not be his enemy.

"So that's it. The chat room has been disbanded for so long. I'm really lucky you remember it." He said expressionlessly.

The dissolution of the "Tokyo Heroes Association" chat room, in Zaimokuza's words, is a catastrophe comparable to the vicious dog Fenrir devouring Odin in Ragnarok, and the beginning of the Dark Age.

Or rather, trauma. Maybe using this youthful word would make it look more interesting.

At that time, they were immersed in heroic fantasies and would share their heroic deeds in the chat room every day. Among them, the duo of him and Zaimuzhao Swordsman are the most inconspicuous. Others are fighting against theft gangs and rescuing children who were hit by cars. Only the two of them are leading an old lady across the road or helping a neighbor pick up something blown by the wind. Running clothes and such.

He is the second most powerful swordsman in Tokyo, and someone who is determined to follow the handless devil-sama, how could he be willing to remain anonymous for the rest of his life? Saitama-sensei was able to protect children from monsters before he had any powers, and he does the same!

So he started looking for bad guys who were bullying students. Unfortunately, there is really no such thing in Bunkyo District where he studies. He knew this was because the adult didn't complain or feel discouraged at all, but just turned his attention to the Taitung District next to him.

The delinquent was found. The standard delinquent who was robbing the wallets of elementary school students was completely different from the people who ran away with the angels.

He rushed forward with a bamboo knife he bought with a whole year's pocket money, and was punched and broke the bridge of his nose.

I don’t remember much about what happened after that. When I came back to my senses, I was already sleeping on the hospital bed, with my right hand and left foot sealed with bandages. When he grew up, he understood that even if he was looking for trouble in the club, he couldn't look for bad guys. Those guys were as brainless as him, and they didn't do anything lightly or harshly.

But he was still very excited at the time. Although his whole body was in pain, he immediately asked the nurse to help him take a photo with his mobile phone and immediately uploaded it to the "Tokyo Heroes Association" chat room. He also attached a 500-word essay that he painstakingly typed with his left hand, describing his heroic deeds in detail.

At that time, the deputy director of the chat room, a hero named "Green Storm", was talking about how he contended with the arrogant seniors in the kendo dojo. The other members expressed their admiration and mentioned their similar experiences.

Haha, now, I am Hikigaya Hachiman. No, I, the second swordsman in Tokyo, am no longer an insignificant guy. I actually protected the elementary school students from the bad guys, using the sword and wallet in my hands. Although it cost a little extra, it doesn't matter.

After the photos and essays were sent out, the chat room suddenly fell into silence.

They were stunned by my uncle's feat and were thinking about how to express their admiration. Hikigaya thought so.

Then, the chat room was prompted to flush the screen.

Not the imaginary praise, but a series of exit prompts.

Before he could figure out what happened, the chat room had already disbanded when he came to his senses.

Haha, they must have been devoured by the Internet weirdos created on the Internet. Even their souls were eaten mercilessly, and they will never become Buddhas.

Those bastards! ! !

While lying on the hospital bed doing nothing, Hikigaya Hachiman fully used his smart brain and quickly figured out what happened. There is no doubt that those guys are all chuunibyou like me, but they are obviously not stupid enough to be some bullshit heroes like me in reality. The heroic deeds he shared every day, as he was very capable, also found the source of them one by one from animation novels.

They quit the chat room and disbanded the chat room because they were afraid that the trouble they caused would spread to them along the network signal.

Now that I think about it, he and Zaimuza are the only real fools who actually do good things.

"The Second Swordsman of Tokyo, what nonsense are you talking about? Such a great deed, even if the timeline is messed up, the earth is destroyed, and the sun explodes, I, the Third Swordsman of Tokyo, General, will still remember it. You see, this is I wrote a commendation for you at that time."

Zaimokuza Yoshiki seemed to have been greatly insulted, and his tone that had just dropped suddenly rose again.

"Who wants to watch that kind of thing? It's time to stop having chuunibyou and so on." With that said, Hikigaya Hachiman quickly took the phone, his small eyes were like slapping paper on himself, from left to right, Scan from right to left.

It's an inexplicable word made up, and if I hadn't been in middle school for so many years, I would never be able to understand the meaning. It turns out that Zaimuzha decided to give the second place name to me at that time. It's so disgusting. He looks like a Koshu tiger, but he can be so disgusting when he praises people, which makes people blush.

Hikigaya Hachiban's face was flushed as if he was about to vomit blood, and he read the two-year-overdue compliment with satisfaction.

Damn it, why can’t you use your mind to transfer this article to your mobile phone? You call it a smartphone, it’s not smart at all.

While he was talking, the bicycle shed had arrived. Hikigaya stopped his bicycle, took a deep breath, and said one sentence with all his strength:

"General Jianhao, do you want to exchange contact information?"

"Ahem, ahem, since you sincerely requested it, then I will fulfill your wish."

Zaimokuza Yoshiki made a strange coughing sound. Needless to say, he knew that it was designed for him, and it matched the mouth habit set by the swordsman general.

Of course, Hikigaya noticed the obscene words, but he didn't complain in his heart, because he knew that it was a stunt used by chuunibyou plus social terrorists to hide his nervousness. He also has such skills. For example, at this moment, he bowed 45 degrees and handed his mobile phone to Zaimuzha as if submitting a marriage application.

"Well, send me the one just now. It was originally meant to be shown to me, right?"

"Ah cough, ah cough..."

"..."

Chatting all the way, the two of them walked to the notice board under the teaching building.

Hikigaya Hachiman is in first-year class F, and Zaimokuza Yoshiteru is in first-year class C.

We can't be in the same class... Hikigaya thought regretfully.

He thought he could have his own friends like those otakus. No, he said this as if he was not an otaku.

"Ahem, ah cough." The strange coughing sound came again.

Zaimuzu, in fact, you don’t need to cough to remind others before speaking, just call me by my name. It doesn't matter if it's Hikigaya or Hachiban, what a nice and unique name. Even if you call me the second swordsman in Tokyo, I will agree to it without hesitation.

This is my loyalty to my friends, Hikigaya Hachiman.

"What's wrong, General Swordsman?" He turned around and saw Zaimuzao flashing two meters away from him. A picture of "who is the swordsman general" and "what a strange name".

You bastard, who was that person who shouted a nickname at the school gate just now?

"Taimu seat." He compromised, and when exchanging contact information at the bicycle shed, the two of them also exchanged names.

Hearing these three words, the guy in the brown trench coat who stood out in the crowd turned his head with an expression like "It's so troublesome to be recognized no matter where you go." and walked over with a satisfied look. .

"My dear friend, are you still regretting, distressed, and sad that you can't be in the same camp with me to resist the coming darkness together?"

Although what you said is indeed 50% what I thought, if darkness really comes, it must be because of your second line. These people around me are very likely to be in the same class as me. !

"Ahem, ahem, do you think I would give up the opportunity to be in the same class with the handless devil? You know, as long as we are in the same class with him, no one will dare to laugh at us no matter how true we are. As soon as I knew that the adult would attend Sobu High School, I immediately applied for a class transfer."

Zaimokuza Yoshiki made a horizontal 7 on her chin with her index finger and thumb, probably to show her wisdom as a swordsman general.

Um? Is that adult in the same class as me? If it is true, then Zaimu Zao is indeed worthy of the title of swordsman general, and he is well-informed.

Hikigaya Hachiman perked up. Just now he was only looking at his and Zaimokuza's classes, and he didn't have time to find Hojo Kyousuke's name.

Now I took a quick look, and sure enough I saw Class C of the first year behind Hojo Kyousuke's name.

Lucky! Sure enough, the accident we encountered this morning was Tianqi. A strong sense of security emerged in his heart.

Unlike those people who have the reputation of being heroes but do despicable things, Hikigaya, who studied in Bunkyo Ward as a junior high school student, actually received the kindness of Hojo Kyosuke.

After being beaten and discharged from the hospital, he originally thought he would enjoy the treatment of welcoming heroes in anime. The classmates in the class would shout "Well done, Hikigaya-san" and "You are a hero", and he would even have the luxury of having a locker. A mysterious pink envelope appeared inside.

But none of them did. Some people did call themselves heroes, but the tone and wording were not quite right.

"Hey, isn't this the great hero Hikigaya-kun?"

Well, that’s because the students didn’t learn well, so forgive them.

According to the general rules of Neon School, people who do stupid things like him should be at the bottom of the school and be bullied, but nothing like that happens. In addition to the fact that the bad guys have disappeared, it’s also because...

"You are a very good boy. Do you want to join the Kendo club? You also yearn for Hojo-san. You may have the opportunity to compete with him on the field in the future."

The person who spoke was the stupid head of the kendo club. The weak kendo club in their school was not taken seriously at all, and even the activity room only had a small classroom. It is completely different from the magnificent activity room of Dongcheng University that I saw online.

The minister has a crew cut from the Showa period, and when he smiles, he reveals a missing front tooth. It is said that he accidentally fell asleep while playing with his mobile phone and was smashed.

Hikigaya Hachiman will never forget that smile, and even made a portrait of him. But my sister Hikigaya Komachi mercilessly wondered, "Brother, are you drawing the weirdo from "One Punch Man"? Damn it, why is it that when you are really imitating "One Punch Man" to make your own manga, Komachi's words are different It became "The lines are twisting, it's so disgusting.".

It was also because of this that he did not dare to give the portrait to the minister, so he could only hide it together with the portrait he painted for Hojo Kyousuke in a deep-sea treasure chest under the ice crystal jade bed where the temperature was always minus 30 degrees regardless of spring or summer. Well, that is, under the bed, there is a box containing various diaries and cosplay props from the second grade of high school.

In short, it was because he was admitted into the kendo club by the director who dreamed of a showdown with Hojo-san on the field. Hikigaya Hachiman's situation in the class has improved. Although it is the bottom club, it is still the sports club at the top of the school pyramid.

After washing the protective gear for his seniors for half a year, he finally became one of the five main candidates of the Kendo Club after entering the second grade, and he was qualified to represent the school in competitions. Thanks to this, his status in the class has improved by leaps and bounds, from a fool to a Quixote knight who launches a fearless charge.

Hikigaya is sure that his classmates don't know what a precious spirit the knight Don Quixote represents. They just regard themselves as another kind of fool. Oh, they had no idea that although they and others had only lost in the first round of preliminaries for two consecutive years, they had seen the invincible heroic appearance of that adult.

The clean swing of the knife, the roar like a lion, the crowd around the court looked like they would be cut in half. Just looking at it made them forget to breathe, and they had to shout, "Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe," to prevent themselves from dying.

Although the kendo club in my school is disdainful, as long as I set my target on that adult like the idiot director, I will feel full of passion and my brain will be filled with passion.

Although the only people who could talk in the class were fellow Kendo club members, Hikigaya felt that his junior high school was complete.

There were many members of the student union in the school guiding the new students. Following the guidance, the swordsman duo walked to their class. Before entering, I heard a crisp laughter. The two of them stopped in unison and backed away in fear.

No, it’s no longer a junior high school. Even if you want to be a big brother from today, it is not impossible. You must find happiness with Zaimuzha!

Hikigaya turned around, looked at Zaimokuza who was wearing a brown coat and nodded heavily. Even if you have no other friends, having one best friend is enough!

When he opened the classroom door, he didn't see the imaginary gaze. Instead, their eyes widened.

"Hey, Hachiman, that, that!!!" Zaimokuza Yoshiki excitedly grabbed Hikigaya Hachiman's arm and screamed incoherently.

"That's right, put your hand down first. It's rude to point at people like that. Do you want to have your hand chopped off too?"

That's right, the one sitting at the end of the row by the window in the classroom, surrounded by beauties, is the spiritual leader of their Tokyo Heroes Association, the handless devil, Lord Kyosuke Hojo.

The laughter I just heard outside the classroom must have come from the girl on the right of Hojo-san. She was holding a blue schoolbag, and her eyes were bright yellow like a cat. There is also a girl in front of Hojo-san. Her light brown hair seems to have turned pink under the sunlight.

"Eight times, special information. Those two girls are both the adults' women, and they transferred to the school with him." Zaimuza turned sideways, raised his palms to cover his mouth, and talked about the exclusive information.

"As expected of Hojo-san." Hikigaya Hachiman believed it immediately. Only such a person would become the object of his admiration.

"As expected of Hojo-san." General Swordsman also sighed.

Seeing the warm atmosphere around Hojo Kyousuke, Hikigaya felt like he was melting for a moment, so he wanted to give up the idea of ​​sitting next to that adult. Well, it can’t be said to be giving up. The two rows of seats by the window and the two rows behind were already filled up early.

Beside Hojo Kyosuke, in front and on the right are the girls who have been talking to him. Further ahead was a girl with light peach hair. Hikigaya, who had a good memory, quickly remembered that she was one of the protagonists he met on the way to school who had not been involved in a traffic accident.

Are they actually classmates? What do you think about walking your dog on the morning of the first day of school? Hikigaya had to admit that even if his Chinese scores were among the top ten in his grade, he still couldn't figure out what girls were thinking.

Then to the right of Hojo-san, there is a girl who has made her hair into golden waves, there is another girl whose hair is black and green, turning it into a nice silver color, and there is another girl who is...

Even if Sobu High School allows students to dye their hair, you are exaggerating. Is this a specialized school for studying beauty technology? Wouldn't it be better to use the money you spend to buy study materials or cram schools? Then your parents will be very happy.

All in all, Hikigaya Hachiman is definitely not envious of that adult being surrounded by all kinds of beautiful girls.

Although there was no notice posted, that corner undoubtedly became the focus of the class.

Sakura opened her arms and tried to describe to Hojo Kyousuke how big the waffles in the cafe at the school gate were.

"Even Kyousuke you can't eat ten in a row!" She nodded affirmatively.

“The chocolate strawberry sauce is delicious too.”

Glass agreed, turning her chair around and feeling like she was a child again. At that time, I also chatted with Kyousuke-kun like this. It's just that the person next to her changed from Naohua to Sakura. Although she was very sorry for Naohua, she felt really happy now.

She has been looking forward to this kind of life for three years.

In fact, Hojo Kyousuke didn't really want Sakura to sit in this place. If possible, he would like the two girls to sit side by side in front of him, so that he could see them at the same time as soon as he wakes up. And now, it is very likely that this guy Sakura will not look at the blackboard in class, but keep staring at him.

This was bad and would make him stare at her too. What a distress.

Not long after, the front door of the classroom opened suddenly, as if it could be used with great force, making a loud bang.

Everyone in the classroom who quickly mingled with the new classmates fell silent.